𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐨𝐜)

>who's your friend?<

     Over the next couple of weeks, we all hung out pretty much every day, besides rehearsal. One night, we decided we would chill at Dave's place. I asked Reese if she wanted to join us and she greatly accepted. Me and her were like frick and frack. Double trouble.
     Davey wanted to invite Elle to our place along with everyone else. I was not here for it, but he said he felt bad leaving her out. I didn't want to seem like a bitch so I let him win that one. I would just ignore her all night and stick around Reese and Dom.

"Smalls are any of your cast mates other than Dom and David hot?" Reese questioned as she flopped down on my bed.

"I mean none of them are hot like Corey Haim hot, but some of them aren't terrible!"

I heard a knock on the door and David yelled, "I'll get it." I heard Micheal's voices appear. He was always the first one there, like every time. Reese and I left my room to go say hi and oh the look on her face when she saw him.

"Well hello pretty lady? What's your name?"

"Reese and yours?"

"Micheal but you can call me whatever you want," he flirted. The two walked into the living room. David and I both looked at each other and giggled.

"It was bond to happen sooner or later," David cheered.

"Yeah I know. And we didn't have to put in any work!"

More and more of our fellow cast mates showed up. Trey was some how able to get his hands on beer. Mark and Aaron got into a fight over which movie was better, St. Elmo's Fire or The Breakfast Club. Kevin brought his camera and filmed the whole thing. It was one hell of a night if you ask me.
I noticed Christian sitting alone so I decided to join him.
"Not much of a party person huh?"

"Only when I want to be. Tonight isn't one of those nights," he explained.

"Something wrong?"I asked, noting that he was not acting like his normal self.

"Don't feel the best, that's all."

"You know you can always come and talk to me," I informed.

"I know Smalls. By the way, who's your friend?" he questioned, obviously referring to Reese.

"Reese Myers, a fellow dancer like myself. Lives a couple doors down."

"She's cute."

"Yeah, you're not the only who thinks that," I gestured my head over to Michael. He was staring at her like she was the love of his life.

"If things go wrong, tell her to give me a call," Christian laughed.

"Isn't that braking 'bro code' though?"

"I was being sarcastic Smalls."

"Oh," I said. I looked back over at Reese and Micheal. I wish David saw me like that. As someone more than a best friend. I questioned it after a couple nights ago when we had our midnight coffee session. It was a possibility, but I doubt it meant something to him like it did to me.
I snapped out of my day dream when Reese snapped her fingers in my face. "Come with me, we need to talk." She didn't even give me a second to think.

"Reese, what is it?"

No answer.

"Reese come on just tell me know!!"

She turned around to look at me. She looked concerned, like really generally concerned. She took a deep breathe before saying, "I saw Elle and David making out in his room."