Seth's House

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Seth had set up the house for Jay and him. Alcohol, a 3D T.V. (Seth and I tried it out before we left to go to the airport, and it was badass), weed, and a bunch of other drugs that would be too long to list.

I'm not the type of person that was into that kind of stuff. I've never done any of that, and I know, it's weird considering I'm best friends with Seth (Smokes A Lot) Rogen. He respected that I didn't do that, and never begged me to try it.

Well, only once he did, but that's a whole other story.

"Holy shit, Seth!" Jay squealed. "Is this all for us?!"

Seth laughed, and I cracked a smile.

"Yeah man. Oh! You gotta try out this T.V!" Seth exclaimed, throwing Jay a pair of 3D glasses.

While the two of them got high and had the time of their lives, I went to Seth's room to lay down. His bed was extremely comfortable.

I closed the door behind me to muffle their loud voices. I sat on the edge of his bed, and examined his bedside table.

On the table was a lamp, and a picture of Seth and I putting our arms around each other and giving the camera silly faces.

I slightly chuckled and picked up the frame.

I remember Seth, James (Franco) and I went camping in the middle of nowhere when the picture was taken. It was one of the best times I had.

I sighed and returned the photo to its rightful place on the table.

My head found its way to the pillow, and I began to think about the first time Seth and I bumped into each other.

AKA... The day I met my best friend and didn't know it yet.

This Is the End // Seth RogenWhere stories live. Discover now