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~New Characters Introduced~
Brad Van Darn, Vinzo, Brittney, Abbey, and Theresa
Original Date of Post: 01/11/2009
Narrator: What’s worse than Reality television, George W. Bush, and herpes all rolled into one? That would be the train-wreck lives of the drunk, Hollywood party girls. Girls like Tara Reid, Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, and now one of our own is on this infamous list. And that person is…
Doctor: Erika, you have certainly made some reputation for yourself these last three months.
Erika: I know.
Narrator: Yes, you heard right. Erika is only 19 and has already hit all the marks that Britney Spears made when she was only 24. Talk about hitting rock bottom!
Erika: Hey, I’m talking here! Shut the fuck up!
Narrator: Sorry.
Doctor: What on earth happened?
Erika: It all started when I signed a contract for RCA Records and so I immediately started recording my CD. (Flashback to a few months ago)
Kelly: Wow! This is the first time I’ve ever been in a recording studio!
Erika: You’ve never been Kelly? Well mark my words, once I hit it big, you two girls will be coming to all of my recordings.
Kelly: Really?
Erika: Not only that, I’ll invite you to all of the great parties and maybe introduce you to some great guys.
Kelly: But, I’m already with a great guy!
Erika: Oh yes. You’re still with Marcus. You should have invited him over.
Kelly: Well actually…he’s a little busy today. He said something about visiting Marisa.
Erika: No matter, Grace and I will hit the scene and try to score with some hot, young men.
Grace: Well, that might be interesting. But you do promise not to forget us when you hit it big.
Erika: Grace, I would never do that. You two girls mean everything to me!
Grace: I’ll hold you to that! And don’t forget to thank us on your album for helping you with the lyrics and beats.
Kelly: That reminds me! We ran into Joshua the other day and he wanted to wish you all the best luck.
Erika: Oh, that’s so sweet. Tell him to bite my firm, white butt! (The door opens)
Man: Erika, we’re ready for you.
Erika: This is it! Wish me luck!
Grace: Good luck sweetie!
Kelly: Break a leg!
Erika: (Voice over) And as soon as I finished recording my songs, I was an instant hit with all of the big record executives. Matchmade was a big hit and before I knew it, my song was being played all over town and eventually throughout the whole country.
DJ Mary: And we have some new music today with a local artist going by the name Erika with her song Matchmade. And after the song, call us up at the studio or hit our blog page and tell us what you really think of the song.
Spanish DJ: Y ahora con su nuevo golpe Matchmade, aquí está el artista local Erika.
Volkner: You’re on caller!
Man: Yeah, could you play Matchmade by Erika?
Volkner: I think you got the wrong station, bucko! (Hangs up) Loser!
Erika: (Voice over) Well, maybe NOT all over! But it wasn’t long before I started to get invited to the big parties attended by big stars. I was finally among the famous, the elite, the beautiful people! I was in heaven! (One night at a party)
Grace: I can’t believe how many famous actors, actresses, and singers are here.
Erika: I can’t believe Kelly hasn’t gone this far without squealing like a pig.
Grace: I bribed her not to go in a total fan-girl mode. We are strictly here as your guests and we don’t want to embarrass you. Anything like that could cost you a contract or record sale.
Kelly: I must…control myself. Don’t be…scared! (Screams) SHRIMP COCTAIL!
Erika: Grace, put a leash on her!
Grace: She isn’t a pet Erika!
Erika: Well tell her to sit or heel or something!
Grace: She said she wouldn’t scream if she saw someone famous. I don’t think I made anything clear about her screaming about any food. (Erika sighs) Come on. I don’t think anyone else noticed her shoveling down shrimp. (People murmuring)
Kelly: Is that cocktail sauce? (Takes the saucer) Give it here!
Grace: On second thought! I think I should watch over her. (A boy walks up)
Brad: Excuse me…
Grace: Huh? (Screams) Oh my God! You’re the famous actor Brad Van Darn! You are just the most talented young actor on the scene today! I MUST HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!
Brad: Oh…wow, I’m honored!
Grace: Just make it out to “My Best Friend, Grace.”
Brad: Um, sure. I was wondering if you were Erika.
Erika: I’m Erika.
Brad: Great. My agent wanted me to meet you. We were listening to your song on the way to this party. Now I don’t normally say this about pop singers because most of their songs sound the same, but I think that you have a gift that no one else has.
Erika: You really think so?
Brad: Well then again. I’m just an actor, I don’t sing. But my agent signs with both actors and singers and he thinks you’re very talented. (A man walks up) Oh, here he is. This is Vinzo and he’s…
Vinzo: …And I am here! That’s right! Thank you Brad! And this lovely lady must be the one with the fabulous voice, Erika.
Erika: Oh, you flatter me!
Vinzo: Young lady, stick with me and I can make you a big hit.
Erika: I have to think about this. I do want to keep my other options open.
Vinzo: Okay young lady, sleep on it tonight and then stop by my office tomorrow morning and we’ll discuss things further.
Erika: Um, okay. (She walks outside) Man, all of this is happening so fast. But it’s so thrilling. To think I can be a big star! (A lighter flickers) Huh?
Brittney: If you keep talking to yourself like that, no one will make any contracts with you.
Erika: I’ll take that into consideration.
Brittney: You want a puff?
Erika: Um, sure. (She takes a cigarette)
Brittney: I haven’t seen you at these parties before so I’m guessing that this is your first time. (Erika starts coughing) Apparently, it’s your first time smoking too.
Erika: No, no. It’s just that I accidentally swallowed some spit. It happens sometimes.
Brittney: It could also be because you’re smoking from the wrong end.
Erika: Oh my…I guess I forgot how to light-up a cigarette…silly me! (Nervous laugh)
Brittney: Whatever you say!
Erika: Wait a second! You look familiar!
Brittney: Oh?
Erika: You wouldn’t happen to be the famous singer Brittney, would you?
Brittney: That’s me! Singer, songwriter, dancer, etcetera, etcetera!
Erika: You’re a great big star and I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you.
Brittney: Well you know me, but I don’t know you.
Erika: Oh, my name is Erika. I’m a singer just like you!
Brittney: The Matchmade song, right?
Erika: That’s me!
Brittney: Cute. Not the greatest, but cute.
Erika: Huh? (Thinking) Like your songs are any better! (Later that night)
Brad: So I’ll see you in the future.
Erika: Wait and see. I’m seeing Mr. Vinzo tomorrow morning and I’m going to decide whether or not to have him as an agent.
Brad: He’ll get you some good gigs. He’s very reliable!
Erika: Was he the reason why you were in Scary Movie 4?
Brad: Hey, it was a good start for me! Besides, it did well with white men between the ages of 18 and 34.
Erika: Whatever you say!
Brad: I’ve gotta get back to the hotel! If you want to hang out or something, give me a call sometime. (He hands her a piece of paper)
Erika: I just might do that. (Grace and Kelly walk up)
Grace: You’ve got Brad Van Darn’s phone number? Let me take a look at that paper!
Erika: Not way! This phone number is strictly for if I have a favor to ask of him or if either one of us doesn’t have a date for a party or award show.
Grace: Come on, please?
Erika: Ask him yourself! He’s right over… (A car drives away) Oh, never mind. I guess he already left.
Grace: Just my luck. (Kelly groans)
Erika: What’s wrong with her?
Grace: She overdid it on the shrimp.
Kelly: It was so yummy! I couldn’t say no! (Groans) I think I ate too much.
Grace: Well I can take both of you home. Erika, you can sit in the back with Kelly and hold this bucket in case she blows chunks.
Erika: (Sarcastic) Oh joy! (Horn honks) Hey, it’s Brittney! (A car pulls up)
Grace: I must be seeing things! That looks like the famous singer Brittney! How do you know her?
Erika: We’re girlfriends now!
Grace: Since when?
Erika: Since we shared a cigarette on the balcony.
Grace: Shared a what?! (Erika runs up to the car)
Brittney: Need a lift?
Erika: Yeah, that would great!
Brittney: I thought you could use some time away from those annoying fans.
Erika: Annoying fans? Oh, you’ve got it all wrong. They’re my best friends.
Brittney: Uh-huh? Whatever you say, kid!
Erika: Guys, I’m going to catch a ride with Brittney.
Grace: Okay. Now be sure to call us tomorrow and let us know what happens.
Erika: I’ll do that. See you girls later! (The car drives away)
Kelly: (Groans) Did I hear right? You let Erika ride with that famous singer, Brittney?
Grace: Yeah.
Kelly: I thought I heard her license was revoked due to numerous DUI charges.
Grace: Huh? (In the car)
Erika: Thanks for the ride home!
Brittney: Home nothing! We’re going to a party.
Erika: Say what?
Brittney: I got invited to a big bash. My fans are looking forward to me showing up. These are the sort of parties you’re going to have to get used to if you want to make it in this business.
Erika: I guess you’re right.
Brittney: Let’s roll! (A little later outside a nightclub)
Erika: Whoa! Lots of people!
Brittney: Let’s go inside! (Cheering and applause) I take it that these people want a performance.
Erika: I’ll leave it to you!
Brittney: Don’t tell me you’re starting to turn shy on me! There is no such thing as being shy if your ambition is to be an entertainer. (They go up on stage)
Erika: But I don’t even have my music!
Brittney: I’ve got a copy!
Erika: Where’d you get a copy?
Brittney: I have my connections! Now get up here!
Erika: Okay. (Cheering)
Brittney: Thank you! Thank you! I know you want to hear me sing! (Cheering) But before I do that, I want to let my friend sing first. She’s brand new on the scene and let’s welcome her to the stage. Singing Matchmade, is Erika! (Cheering and music comes on)
Erika:
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match,
Find me a find, catch me a catch,
Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book…
…And find me a cute match! (Rap beat begins)
I like them black, I like them white
Hispanic, Asian, Muslim, alright!
Doctors, lawyers, policeman,
No pimps, players, or conmen!
I need a smart man, for my momma
Not one to start me drama!
I want a man who can take me out
A leader, not a follower, a true scout… (Back to the present)
Doctor: Sounds like one wild party.
Erika: Or the parts I remember.
Doctor: What do you remember?
Erika: Well…I know that after the song, Brittney went up on stage and started singing one of her songs. Then, she ordered drinks for everyone and well…
Doctor: Oh.
Erika: I’ll tell you. I was pretty wasted that night.
Doctor: What happened after that?
Erika: Well, I remember waking up the next morning. (At Grace’s house)
Grace: Well, you’re finally up sleepy-head!
Kelly: Oh man! Last night was the greatest!
Grace: Along with the five pounds of cocktail shrimp you devoured!
Kelly: It was worth it. That was delicious.
Grace: Oh yeah? Did it taste good coming back up?
Kelly: I don’t remember that part!
Grace: Tell that to the back seat of my car! That’s the last time I trust you to hold a bucket of puke all the way home.
Kelly: What are you doing?
Grace: Calling Erika! I want to know everything that happened! (At Erika’s house)
Erika: Ugh! (Phone ringing) Oh man, is this what a hangover feels like? (Picks up) Hello?
Grace: Hey hon! Just called to check on you!
Erika: I’m fine! (Groans)
Grace: You have to tell me everything that happened last night. You were pretty vague about some of the details. Did you get the agent? What did Brad say? And when are you going to give me his phone number?
Erika: Whoa! One question at a time!
Grace: Are you sure you’re okay?
Erika: Sure I’m fine. In fact, I’ll meet you after meeting with Mr. Vinzo for breakfast.
Grace: Really?
Erika: (Groans) Actually, make it for lunch.
Grace: Alright then. Meet me and Kelly at the Dear Abby Diner at 2:00pm.
Erika: Okay, I will do that. (She hangs up) I think I’m going to be sick! (Gags) Yup, I am going to be sick. (That afternoon at the diner)
Grace: Damn it! I knew she was going to flake!
Kelly: Who knows? Maybe she’s just running late.
Grace: Maybe.
Abigail: Are you girls ready to order?
Grace: In a little bit, ma’am! We’re kind of waiting on someone to arrive.
Kelly: Oh man! I’m hungry!
Grace: We’ll order when Erika comes in!
Kelly: We’ve been waiting over an hour and a half! Face it, she’s not coming.
Grace: You’re just saying that so you can get your food faster. But you might be right.
Kelly: Great. Time to get some food!
Grace: Oh, here she comes! (Kelly groans)
Erika: Hi girls! Sorry I’m late!
Grace: Erika, I said 2:00pm. It’s almost 4! Where were you?
Erika: I lost the track of time. I was having brunch with Mr. Vinzo and we were discussing my contract and such.
Grace: You really are moving up in the world.
Erika: I guess so.
Grace: Well, I honestly had my doubts about this big career move, but I’m very proud of you.
Kelly: Me too.
Erika: Hey if I go on tour, I’ll get you girls to do backup for me. (Murmuring) Huh?
Man: It’s Erika! Erika, I’m a big fan of your song!
Erika: Oh…Thank you!
Man: ¡Hey los individuos, es Srta. Erika! ¡La persona que canta Matchmade!
Kelly: What the hell is going on?
Grace: Apparently she’s a big hit with the Spanish community.
Kelly: Wait a minute! Aren’t they the chefs in the kitchen? Oh man, I’m never going to eat today.
Abigail: What are you all doing out of the kitchen? Get back to your posts gentlemen! We have hungry customers waiting for their food!
Man: Yes Miss Abby! (Screams)
Theresa: Oh my God! You’re Erika! You’re the one who sings Matchmade! I must have your autograph.
Abigail: And you’re supposed to be greeting the customers! What are you doing away from your post?
Theresa: Aunt Abby, she’s a famous singer. You know, you can finally take a picture of a more recent celebrity. It’ll brighten up the place a lot more instead of having the wall of dead celebrities.
Abigail: You leave my Frank Sinatra alone and get back to work. These kids today! Are you ladies ready to order?
Kelly: Sure am! I’ll have the pancake/two egg combo!
Abigail: The Smiley Special, excellent. And you?
Grace: The grilled cheese.
Erika: Nothing for me, ma’am! (Abigail walks away)
Grace: Not hungry Erika?
Erika: Nah! My stomach has been feeling like crap lately. (Phone rings) Oh, that’s for me! You’ve got Erika! Oh hi Brittney! Oh man, last night was a real hoot!
Grace: Last night?
Erika: No, I’m not too busy! I’m at the Dear Abby Diner!
Brittney: Cool. I’m right by that place. I’ll be there before you know it. (Hangs up)
Grace: Hold up! I thought you went straight home last night!
Erika: Oh no, I just went to a casual get-together with Brittney.
Grace: You mean a wild-ass party? I’ve seen TMZ and read about her wild life. Erika, just be cautious. I don’t want you to end up a big train-wreck like her or any other Hollywood party girl!
Kelly: You wouldn’t want to end up like Lindsay Lohan!
Erika: Hey, she’s not all that bad! I met her last night.
Kelly: Really? I wonder if the rumor is really true that she’s a lesbian. (Horn honking, I Know What Boys Like)
Grace: Is it just me or was that the tackiest horn honk ever!
Erika: That’s Brittney! (She gets up)
Grace: I thought we were going to have lunch together!
Erika: Sorry darling! Brittney and I are going to talk business and then head over to the club.
Grace: Hold it Erika! I’m worried.
Erika: Don’t be! I promise I’ll be okay.
Grace: Just…use your best judgment. (Erika leaves) I still have a bad feeling about this.
Kelly: As long as she uses her best judgment, I’m sure she’ll be okay.
Grace: Wait a minute! This is Erika we’re talking about! She doesn’t have good judgment! (Back to the present)
Erika: But I didn’t use that good judgment. I went with Brittney to several parties and got severely wasted there.
Doctor: Were your two friends the only ones who cared?
Erika: Besides my parents, that’s about it. But I don’t think they were aware of what I was doing considering that I was living on my own.
Doctor: Okay.
Erika: Wait, I take it back! There was…Somebody else…
Doctor: Who was this?
Erika: My ex-boyfriend, Joshua.
Doctor: Tell me about him.
Erika: Well, we were basically boyfriend and girlfriend all through high school. But before I started college, he cheats on me with some bimbo. He tried making up with me, but I just threw him to the side. I do remember seeing him when I was with Brittney. (At a nightclub)
Brittney: Oh! There’s the buzz!
Erika: Oh yeah! That’s the good stuff! What's this called again?
Brittney: A Singapore Sling.
Erika: Oh man, I can drink these all night long!
Joshua: Erika?
Erika: (Drunken) Huh? Well, look who it is! I’m surprised you’re not hugging around your blonde whore now!
Joshua: Give it a break. Cassidy and I only slept together one time. And I am pretty sure that the baby she just had isn’t mine!
Erika: Save it for someone who gives a crap!
Joshua: Have you been drinking?
Erika: What are you, my mother?
Brittney: Ugh, this scrub is giving me a headache. Let’s get out of here.
Erika: Later loser! (The next morning at Grace’s house)
Grace: What are you doing here?
Joshua: What the hell is going on with your friend?
Grace: Pardon me?
Joshua: I was at a club last night and she was drinking! She’s not 21 yet! She shouldn’t be doing that!
Grace: Who are you to preach?
Joshua: GRACE!
Grace: I knew this was going to happen! She keeps on hanging around that stupid Brittney chick and then that stupid Lindsay Lohan!
Joshua: Lindsay Lohan, really? I wonder if it’s really true that she’s a lesbian.
Grace: (Sighs) Oh man, I really messed up as her friend. I mean she was in college and doing pretty well with her classes. Now she’s dropped out of college, hanging around wild party girls, getting drunk, and who knows what else! Sure she has a hit record, but at what price? That one song can only get her so far! She could end up a one-hit wonder and then that’s it! Once the fun is over, she’ll piss away all of her money and she’ll be more broke than MC Hammer!
Joshua: I can’t help but feel responsible for her erratic behavior.
Grace: Huh?
Joshua: I know I must have devastated her with my actions a year ago.
Grace: You had sex with another girl over a year ago. Sure she was pissed off about the whole ordeal, but not enough to make her act out like this.
Joshua: Well I’m not taking any chances. That’s why I’m doing this! (Pulls out tickets)
Grace: What the hell is that?
Joshua: These are the tickets that I’ve been waiting for. The ones to the Maury Show! I am taking a paternity test to prove that I am not the father of Cassidy’s baby. I wanted to do it to prove several things besides the fact that she was already pregnant when we slept together. But mainly it was to get Erika to see that I’m sorry and that I will go through great lengths to get her back. But after I saw her last night, I don’t think I really want her back.
Grace: Maybe we’re blowing things way out of proportion. (Turns on television)
Announcer: Just into the TMZ newsroom, new pictures of wild party girl Lindsay Lohan and up and coming singer Erika making out.
Joshua: Whoa! I guess she really is one!
Grace: It doesn’t look photoshopped. But something tells me both were super shit-faced. (Changes the channel)
Reporter: And in Entertainment news, pop singer Brittney has made a little change in her tour line-up by adding a new pop singer to the opening act. Pop singer Erika, with the hit-song Matchmade will be… (She turns off the television)
Joshua: She’s going to go on tour with Brittney?
Grace: Ugh, this is like some bad dream. I can’t bear to see my friend sink into the cracks of the crazy lifestyle that girls like Brittney go through.
Erika: (Voice over) Before I knew it, I was on the road with Brittney. Getting my chance to perform in front of huge crowds, partying with the Hollywood A-listers, and experimenting with all sorts of things that were new to me. I drank, I smoked, and I even tried cocaine. I even did something so horrible while we were in L.A.
Doctor: What was that?
Erika: Well… (Flashback to one morning in a hotel room) Oh man…what a night! Huh? (Gasp) What the hell! (Man groaning) Huh? (Thinking) I slept with Kevin Federline?
Doctor: Huh?
Erika: Yeah, after that I stopped doing cocaine cold turkey. To this day, K-Fed still has my phone number…and he hasn’t stopped texting me! (Shudders) But while I was on the road, I even got job offers for movies.
Doctor: So I’ve heard.
Erika: I’m sure you also heard that I got into fights with some of the other cast members.
Doctor: I was informed about Hilary Duff losing a tooth.
Erika: That stuck-up bitch deserved it!
Doctor: Erika!
Erika: Sorry. So I got fired from that movie. But big deal! I bet the movie is going to tank in the theaters anyways!
Narrator: Actually, the movie would go on to being one of the biggest box-office smashes this year, with a killer soundtrack, and there are talks of it being nominated at the Oscars. (She growls) Oh, sorry.
Doctor: Erika, I want you take a look at this tape.
Erika: A tape?
Doctor: This is a tape from a couple of weeks before you entered rehab. This was your acceptance speech at the MTV Video Music Awards.
Erika: Acceptance speech? (Tape plays)
Announcer: And now the winner for the Best New Artist category…Erika with her song Matchmade. (Applause)
Erika: I don’t remember this at all. Where am I anyways?
Doctor: Don’t worry. You found the stage. (Erika hiccups)
Erika: (Drunken) Give me that! (Takes the trophy) First of all… (Hiccups) First, I would like to thank…my, my, fans…Oh man! You know the right way to, to um, to ugh, turn on my light bulb! (Murmuring in the audience) Hey! What are you mur-mur-murmuring? You know what? You know what? It doesn’t matter what you losers say…I’m still the winner! You suck! All of you can kiss my ass! (Lifts up her skirt and moons the audience)
Doctor: Okay, this is the part where some of the bodyguards came to escort you off stage. (Turns off the tape)
Erika: Oh my God. I can’t believe how awful I became. I turned into a monster.
Doctor: Um, no. Courtney Love turned into a monster when she was roasting Pam Anderson. You were on a level where even Courtney Love hasn’t reached. But it was because of your actions at the award show that had some of your loved ones very concerned and worried about your well-being. Do you remember how you ended up here?
Erika: To be perfectly honest…no.
Doctor: Well, after I saw the award show, I figure it was time to get you some help and the first thing to do was start with an intervention. I gathered your two friends Kelly and Grace, as well as your parents to come out here for the intervention. Once you admitted to having a problem, you were put in this facility.
Erika: My friends…They came to me? (Flashback)
Kelly: Let’s watch it again in slow-mo!
Grace: Will you turn that off?! How many times are you going to watch Erika flash the crowd with her white ass?
Kelly: Fine! I’ll just watch the other tape. (Puts in another tape)
Maury: …When it comes to Cassidy’s six month old baby…Joshua…you are…NOT the father!
Kelly: Hey when Erika sobers up, do you think she should see this?
Grace: Kelly sweetie, you do have the $800 for the plane tickets, right?
Kelly: Yeah…Darn and I could be using this money for tuition and books.
Grace: I know dear, but we all have to make sacrifices. Erika dug herself into a deeper hole than I could have ever expected.
Kelly: Yeah, but why should we care? Erika blew us off for all of those movie stars.
Grace: I know she did. But…she’s a friend. Like it or not, I would be there for her. Even during her darkest hour, I still feel obligated to do so. (Back to the present)
Erika: So…they actually came all the way out here…for me? (Beeping) Huh?
Doctor: That’s the end of our session for today. We’ll reconvene tomorrow at 8:00am. (Outside the doctor’s room)
Erika: Wow…that was a real eye-opener.
Receptionist: Erika, you have a phone call.
Erika: Hello?
Grace: So am I speaking to Erika…or is this her evil twin?
Erika: No, it’s really me. Look Grace, I’m sorry for all that I’ve done this summer.
Grace: Kind of late with that apology. Sorry really doesn’t cut it for three months of totally blowing me and Kelly off. Not to mention all of the help that we got you.
Erika: And I really appreciate it too. I didn’t learn until now what you and Kelly did just to get me into rehab and to get me the help I so needed.
Grace: Well thanks to you, I have to share some of my textbooks with some of the other students in my class and Kelly had to take up an extra job just to pay back the loan she got from her parents. But…we were happy to do it.
Erika: Huh?
Grace: A friend of ours was in trouble, and we’d be happy to help her out at any time. No matter what the circumstances and no matter how much of a jerk she was.
Erika: I’m sorry for screwing you over for the party life. Thanks for not giving up on me.
Grace: I’ll see you when you get out. (They hang up)
Doctor: Erika, you have a visitor.
Erika: A visitor? (Joshua walks inside) Joshua.
Joshua: Hey, how are you feeling?
Erika: I’ve been better.
Doctor: I’ll leave you two to speak. (He walks away)
Joshua: Well, sit down.
Erika: You must have wanted to speak to me about something important if you flew all the way out here just to speak to me.
Joshua: Well, your doctor called me and told me that the rehab center was allowing visitors today. Kelly and Grace both had school, so I decided to make the trip.
Erika: Don’t you have school as well?
Joshua: Not important. I had to do this otherwise I would have regretted this. Erika, I’m sorry if my actions drove you to do these crazy things.
Erika: Joshua, you’re not at fault. This was my fault and mine alone. Besides, if you were to blame I would have said so the second you walked through the door.
Joshua: You do have a point there.
Erika: I’m sure you’re here to no doubt try to get back with me.
Joshua: …Not this time. I’ve thought about it…a lot actually. I just came to the realization that…we’ve grown apart. It wasn’t all because of these last few months, but after we graduated from high school. The spark that we used to have is just…gone. But I want you to know that you’re still special to me. And when Kelly and Grace aren’t there to help you out, I’ll be there for you. I want to look out for you Erika. You really scared me these last few months. (Erika tears up and sits on the couch) Erika?
Erika: I’m fine. I really appreciate it Joshua. (He puts his arm around her)
Joshua: Hey, hey, no more tears. You’re a tough chick! You can overcome the addictions! I know you can!
Erika: Thank you Joshua. And I promise, I’ll go through this treatment and I’ll be back to my old self before you know it.
~*Preview*~
Marcus: This has been one tough summer. The real theatre world is a cruel bitch…Oh, but this next chapter isn’t about me! It’s about my little buddy and the crap that she went through during the summer. I had it easy compared to her and all leading up to one hell of a twist. Little buddy! I’m here for you, don’t cry. Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 15…See you next time!
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*Matchmade
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