This Is The End

Chapter 6

"Guys, guys! Wake up!" A voice shouted. "Danny is alive and he's eating all the  fucking food!"

I hopped off my spot on the couch. I rubbed my eyes and followed the crowd of guys, sprinting to the kitchen. My thoughts weren't in line. In fact, I felt a tad nauseous as walked across James's floor. The smell of bacon wafted through the house and didn't help my queasy stomach. 

Last night was an interesting time.  Seth, Craig, and Jonah joined us in the living room. Seth, Craig, and Jonah cuddled with Jay; while Craig found a spot on a recliner in James's living room. All the while, they cuddled in the darkness, my thoughts remained with my two pugs. 

Needless to say, I didn't sleep much that first night, thanks to the little pansies. 

A gruffy guy, who looked as if he hadn't showered in days, sat at James's table. His mouth was full of bacon, making my eyes grow large; eggs, bacon, and a few various other breakfast foods we had saved sat carefully across the table with steam rising from the hot foods. 

The guys kept yelling Danny over and over. I didn't know who he was...

"No, it's cool man," Danny said happily, "I fucking made this for you guys!"

"Stop eating!" Seth shouted. 

"Don't eat anymore bacon!" James ordered, pointing at Danny. Danny shook his head. 

"Guys, just chill the fuck out, okay? I'm sure the Green Goblin can can afford some more fucking bacon." He muttered, with a roll of his eyes. My eyes widened. He didn't have a fucking clue about what was going on. How could he be so oblivious? 

"Dude, that shit's supposed to last us until we get rescued!" Craig explained. Danny just stared at us, observing us. He snickered. 

"Wait a second," Danny's eyes lit up, "I know what happened. You guys dropped acid didn't you?!" He paused and stared at all of us. "Mhm, Craig doesn't have any pants on, he got fucking wild. Probably danced, sweated all over the place. You've got white shit all over your mouth, Franco. You probably sucked somebody's dick. Jonah over there probably watched and jerked off...."

Danny's voice trailed off as he looked at me, trying to conjure up an insult. I narrowed my eyes at him, telling him to do his worst. He narrowed his eyes back at me. 

"This slut right here is probably Jay's booty call-"

"I'm his fucking sister! Cock sucker!" I snapped at the disheveled man. Danny darted his eyes between Jay and I. 

"Nice to see ya again, Jay! I didn't know you were-"

"Nice try." Jay snickered. I rubbed my temples. 

"Danny we're not on fucking acid! We didn't  suck each others dicks!" Seth chirped, throwing his hands up. Danny laughed, before shoving another piece of beacon into his mouth. 

"'James Franco didn't suck any dick last night? Okay, ya'll are tripping." Danny laughed even harder, he choked on his piece of bacon for a few seconds, he hit his chest a few times. 

"Do you have any idea what happened last night?" Seth asked in disbelief. Jonah nodded his head a few times. 

"Daniel, you may want to stay seated for a second. Some really messed up stuff happened...there was a lot of fatalities..."

Danny cackled. "Oh really?! You're putting your serious voice on, Jonah? Okay, talk about these fatalities."

"Dude. Segals dead, Krumholtz is dead, Micheal Cera is dead..."Craig explained, in the most serious voice, ever.