It was a balmy Friday evening when Britney made the outrageous suggestion.
"Hey," she said, "Let's go to L.A. and go clubbing! Maybe we will meet Paris Hilton!"
"I don't think so," Allyson replied, "That sounds ridiculous, besides, Paris Hilton smells like soup."
It was true. However, Britney was unable to take no as an answer. She poked and prodded at Allyson until she gave in. "Fine," she said, "But if I get some sort of disease you're paying for my medical expenses." And they left.
Two hours later they were standing outside of the coolest and most exclusive club the United States has ever seen, a place called Butter. It's a ridiculous name, but they all have stupid names. The line was wrapped around the building two times it was so long.
"There is no way we're ever going to get in. Look at these people. Oh my goodness, that's Leonardo DiFreakingCaprio!" Britney exclaimed. Allyson looked over with casual interest and saw that it was indeed him.
"Yeah, whatever. Let's just go to In'n'Out and get some burgers," Allyson said in her exasperated way.
"No way! I'm going to get into that club even if it means flashing the bouncer and slipping him a twenty." Britney said and stood firmly in line. Allyson looked around, shrugged, and got in line behind Britney.
"If that works, please don't make me do it," Allyson said, "How embarrassing."
Minutes go by, hours, what felt like days on end pass in a matter of about 45 minutes. They hadn't moved not even one inch. Allyson stood there playing Tetris on her phone and listening to her iPod. Britney scoped the scene.
"Is that Paris? OMG. It is. Oh, wait, no, no it's not. Darn. OMG is that Lindsay Lohan?!? Ugh, no, wrong again. Wait! That is Scarlett Johanssen. Yes. Yesssssssssssssss! Flip! Why do all of these people look like celebrities?" she asked.
"I don't know? Maybe you are just looking too hard?" Allyson responded, barely lifting her eyes from her phone.
Britney shrugged and kept looking. Allyson felt someone bump into her from behind and she turned for just a second, expecting apology. She looked up at the man who had bumped into her and blinked.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention I guess." The tall, beautiful man said.
"Guuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhthat'tokay." Allyson mumbled.
"I'm sorry?" the man leaned in closer to hear her.
"It's okay. No harm."
"That's good. I'm John by the way"
"I know. I mean, I'm Allyson. Nice to meet you."
They shook hands. Allyson looked over at Britney who had since started talking to the girl in front of her about the feud that was Christina vs. Britney.
"Nuh-uh!" Allyson heard Britney say, "Britney one hundred percent. That girl has staying power, I don't care how messed up her personal life is!"
Allyson turned back around to John but he was gone. Despair washed over her. John Krasinski was talking to her! And then he left. Sacre bleu! She turned back to the front and saw him out of the corner of her eye walking up to the bouncer at the entrance of the club, talking to him for a minute, looking back and pointing at her. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him walk back towards them. Was he asking to get her kicked out of line? She didn't do anything! He came up to her and said, "Hey, I'm on the list tonight, do you want to go in?"
"Oh my God yes!" she exclaimed, then remembered Britney, "Is it okay if my friend goes too?" Britney turned from her conversation, saw John and her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped and she started drooling all over John's shoes. He looked at her.
"That's alright," Allyson said, "She's mentally retarded, she was dropped on her head when she was a baby. She's cool though."
John moved a few feet away from Britney and held his arm out for Allyson, "Shall we?" he asked. She took his arm, and Britney's hand, and walked into the club.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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