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Me: [going down LA looking for Elisha, sudently bumps into someone, that someone is Elisha] Hi, auuu... [faithed]
5 minutes later
Elisha: Are you OK?
Me: Am I in heaven?
Elisha: I don't think so.
Me: Then is this a dream?
Elisha: Nope it ain't.
Me: So what going on?
Elisha: This [Elisha shows me a TGND DVD]
Me: Damn... [fainted]
Me: [comming around in some flat, talking to myself] What the f*ck was that about? Where am I? It can't be real. What did I drink today? I know that whiskey!
Elisha: [just enters the flat and hears me talking, than she enters the room I'm in] Hi. I guess that hit on the head was a strong one. [laughing] You've be out for like 2 days.
Me: Who hit me?
Elisha: You did. If I recall corretly you thought that this was a dream and You wanted to wake up. It was quite funny at the begging but then it got a bit scary when You didn't wake up. So I took You to my place.
Me: Do You think I'm a complete idiot? Or better I won't ask. I'll be going now. I fell so ashame.
Elisha: [smilling and taking of her coat] Don't be silly. Let's have breakfast. I want to know a bit about You. But please no fainting now ok?
Me: I don't gurantee it but I'll do my best.
A few minutes later, at breakfast
Elisha: So I can see You're a foreigner because of your accent. Why are You here and where are You from.
Me: Hmm to tell the truth I was looking for You, but I thought that I won't find you so I was just running around LA and from that point You know the rest. I'm from Poland and... Damn is that a real bottle of SmokeHead? [pointing on the opened cupboard]
Elisha: Well I suppose it is because I bought it in London a while ago.
Me: Ups, I'm a bit rude. Sorry for that. Where were we?
Elisha: It is quite refreshing actually because I'm fed up with those fake friends and other morons. [Elisha's mobile rings, she answers it] Hi... Mmmm, ok. Bye. [she puts the phone in her pocket] The nerve of those Hollywood prics. I have to go to an ''important'' meeting. Listen I would be happy if You would stay here for a few days. Oh and one more thing You can't say 'NO' to a celebrity.
Me: [a bit over welmed] Ok, I won't move an inch for this chair. Bye Bye.
Elisha: See Ya [runs out from the flat].
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Later that day
Me: [a bit jumpy after the findings in Elisha's closet] Damn! First of all I was... Nope I am a d*ck for doing that. Now I feel so guilty that I could go to the death cell. It wasn't the right thing to do. I know I'll tell the truth to Elisha, but that might be the last thing I will ever say to Her. But if I mess up this once in a life chance I'll kill myself. [looking in the mirrow, suddently a noise of a key put in the lock flows through the appartament]
Elisha: Hey I'm back! [looking kinda diffrent, probably drunk] I bought some chinesse food. I hope you like spicy things.
Me: Are You ok? You look kinda pale.
Elisha: No it's nothing really.
Me: I have to tell you one thing.
Elisha: So what are You waiting for?
Me: Well I did a bad thing. I gone through... [Elisha falls on the floor, running towards her]
Me: Elisha. Elisha! Do you hear me? [panicing] Where's the f*cking phone? [dialing 911]
Elisha: Hahahah fooled ya. You look as white as a ghost. Cool down. It was just a joke.
Me: You want me to get a heart attack? I thought that my heart is going to jump right out from my chest.
Elisha: I didn't mean to scare you to death. Sorry. Now come on and give me a hand. [pulls out her hand, towards me, a sec later She's up on her feet]
Me: [fealing a scent of alcohol, probably Jack Daniel's] Hmm do all the meetings end this way?
Elisha: [laughing] Nope, but this time I had to celebrate a new role.
Me: Cool. Well I want to tell You one thing. I was going through your personals and...
Elisha: You son of a b*tch! You found the supprise.
Me: I'm sorry I know I'm a d*ck. There are no arguments that show my innocence. I'll take my things and I'll be going.
Elisha: Fine. The door is over there...
Me: [leaving the flat, looking one last time behind me] What the hell is this? [looking on the door to the bedroom] Props. Props? Props! Oh my god I am such an ass, but it's too late. [closing the flat's door] I suppose that now is a good time to kill myself? [running down some street] Why the f*ck did I do that? [suddently someone puts a bag on my head] |
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