I'm Not Famous!

Jake

"...pardon?" Poppy questions.

I've realized my mistake- Stupid Brain!

"I-I mean there's this girl in this manga I read who's name is Yoo so- Why would you even question what I jack off to you pervert!" I shout, rushing off into the hotel room before remembering he's right on my back so I can't run from him I'm just bringing him with me to listen to my idiotic sputters and mumbles as I try to accept that I just said I jack my shit to my best friend who one is a male And two was on my back when I said it- What's wrong with me?

"Oh! But she's not that cute," Poppy shuffles, getting comfortable, "If I was to jack it to someone it would probably be John Green,"

Ah. That's right. Poppy's gay as shit. It's twenty nineteen no one cares if your gay or not...but how would he answer if he knew I was gay for him?

Actually, no. Not thinking about that.

I sit on the bed in the hotel. It was surprisingly comfy for a hotel bed.

"John Green? The author?" I question.

He nods, letting go of me and falling onto the bed.
"I had a project done on him and he's really pretty. He's also super nice. It's just one of those celebrity crushes, though," Poppy lays on the bed, his hands on his stomach as he kicks off his pink heels.

"Oh? Do you don't expect to meet him or anything?" I question, smirking. I know for a fact that I can pay him to sign one of Poppy's book, as my dad did that for me when I had a small obsession with Wonder Woman. She signed one of the posters I had of her and it was fucking awesome.

"Hm? No not really. That'd be way too much work, and we'd probably have to find him at the right time, too." Poppy shrugs, snuggling into the blankets before finally getting up.
"What're you doing for Halloween? Another party this year?" He questions, walking towards what I think is the bathroom. He stops at the door, taking off his top.

"Uhm, I think so? Most likely- OH!" I finally remembered the haunted house- Which I forgot to take Poppy to. He distracted me this whole time, that bastard.

"Haunted house! Escape room! Tomorrow!" I command pointing at him. He jumps, not expecting my sudden outburst but he nods. He slowly walks into the bathroom, and the shower starts to run.

'Silently, sitting in silence sally sobbed,' hits my mind. What were those things called? A sentence where every word starts with the same letter?
I don't know, but those things sound damn good.
'Sally slurped seventy six straws so she sipped seventy six sodas'
'Alabama asks Atlanta about alligators'
'Evangeline exists entirely'
'William wishes Wednesdays were worse'
'Ivan interrupts interviews in India'

Okay okay enough of those. Maybe, instead, I could get to ordering that dinner Poppy wanted.

"Poppy!" I call, grabbing the menu on the nightstand.

"Yeah?" His voice rings from the bathroom. The shower calms down.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Something light!"

"What if we just split a cake?"

"By split you mean?"

"You'll eat it all and I'll eat one fourth,"

"Good enough," He nods, exiting the bathroom and running a towel through his hair. He had one around his waist too, probably too lazy to pull it up higher. He held a pile of clothes, seemingly questioning where to put them.

"Oh also!" I recall, grabbing my phone out of my pocket, "William is gonna bring us our stuff from the car, in case you were worried about your bags,"