This Is the End // Seth Rogen

The Airport

Seth nudged me.

"Hey, I think Jay's flight just landed. Might need to go find him," he explained.

I lifted my head up from his shoulder and yawned.

"Sorry for waking you up," Seth apologized.

I shook my head. "No, don't be sorry. I needed to wake up anyway."

He smirked and got up from his seat to go find Jay. I stretched my arms out and looked at the airport's window.

I missed flying. I used to fly all the time. Seth and I, we were joined at the hip ever since we met while on a flight to Los Angeles.

Sometimes I stop and think about what would life be like for me if I never got on that flight.

If I never met Seth.

"Hey Sammy!" Jay yelled with his arms wide open.

"Hey Jay. How was your flight?" I replied, giving him a hug.

"Ah, you know how plane rides are," he answered.

I laughed and we started our way to Seth's car. A couple of people recognized Seth, and they all said hello to him. One guy with a camera even asked Seth to do his famous laugh. He chuckled slightly and went on talking with Jay.

"So, Franco is having some big party?" Jay asked, adjusting his backpack.

"Yep. Lots of people will be there. Like Jason Segal, Michael Cera, Jonah Hill," Seth explained.

Jay gave him a face of disgust when he heard Jonah's name.

"I don't like Jonah! That guy is weird!" He screamed.

"C'mon Jay! He really seems to like you! Why not like him?" I interjected into the conversation.

Jay put his hand on my shoulder and said: "Because he acts really weird around me."

Seth and I looked at each other and shared a mental laugh. We were really good friends like that.

Seth opened the trunk to his car so Jay could jam his stuff into it.

I hopped into the passenger seat, leaving Jay in the back.

Seth started up the car, and we drove away. Jay said he was hungry and Seth explained to him about his "gluten-free diet".

"What the hell is 'gluten'?" Jay asked, confused.

"Look, it's just a-"

Jay cut him off. "It doesn't matter. Can you eat at Carl's Jr.?"

Seth sighed. He was getting annoyed, so I decided to answer for him.

"No, Jay, he can't eat any fast food."

Jay folded his arms and slammed his back on the seat, like a little kid. I rolled my eyes.

Two minutes later, we saw a Carl's Jr. in sight, and Seth pulled into it.

Within five minutes, we were all chowing down on our burgers and fries.

"Forget gluten," Seth said, taking a huge bite out of his juicy burger.

We all laughed. I really loved hanging out with these guys.