We're Just Friends

Happy Holidays?

I loved having Sofia in New York. We did some Christmas shopping and some selfish shopping. I got a call on the weekend that I needed to show up for filming after Thanksgiving. Scar texted me a few hours later. She had already started filming with the other main characters.

S-Are you and Evans still screwing

A-Not at the moment, I thought he was with you

S-You know what I mean. How long since the last booty call

A-Just before Halloween, why

S-There is this PA here and she is working it hard

A- lol well, good luck to her. He's dynamite in bed

S-Lys I am your oldest friend right

A-Next to C

S-You two are so dysfunctional it's painful. What are you going to do when you come here to film

A-The same thing I did when he was with Jessica, or Minka, or whoever the hell he dates. We go back to just friends

S-Can I just say thank you for not inviting me to be special friends like you two are

A-Scar, you couldn't handle it

S-Bye, text me when you get here next week

A- K

"What was that all about?" Sofia was getting ready to go back to L.A. for Thanksgiving with Henry.

"Oh, just my other mother figure letting me know Chris is hooking up with a PA. I'm surprised she didn't text you first." I was lying on the couch and I threw my arm over my eyes. I felt dizzy for a second. I either caught the flu or my mental state made me sick.

"She did." Sofia was sitting on the floor next to me

"Wonderful. You all ready for the flight?" I asked as she got up and went to the foyer.

"Yeah, Henry is picking me up at the airport. Are you sure you don't want to come with, spend Thanksgiving with us?" Sofia picked up her carry-on and suitcase. The taxi was on it's way.

"No, is it weird that I just want to stay home? I told the ancestors I was sick, so now I have to stay longer at Christmas. But I feel gross. All this holiday shit has my anxiety affecting my mood, which makes me depressed, which makes me tired, which makes everything hurt." I still had my eyes covered, I better get well before shooting.

"I thought I'd ask. You sure Evans won't come and drag you to Boston?"

"I told him I was sick last time we talked."

"He probably offered to come and drive you to his mommy's house where you could recuperate on the couch."

"How do you know these things...are you a witch?" I looked up at her as she opened the door to leave.

"Yes, call me later." She waved and was gone.

So Chris had met someone, well, that would at least make the rumors about us go away again. Every time we filmed the tabloids lost it. 'Chris and Alysa Spotted On-Set Kissing' 'Chris and Alyssa Moving In' 'Chris Fucked Alysa In Costume Between Takes'...okay, that one actually happened. Thanksgiving Day brought a full on stomach flu. Chris was nice enough to call mid-heave.

"What?" I gulped.

"Ew, happy Thanksgiving. Why the fuck would you answer the phone if you're throwing up."

"Because I wanted to influence your Thanksgiving positively."

"I'm delighted. Is a car picking you up in Georgia or want me to do it?"