Fallen Crest Extras

by Tijan

  Matteo is watching her. “You know what I just answered the food question with, right?”

  She holds up her hand. “I’m not hearing you. I know you’re not going to say pig, though.”

  He laughs, then looks at the interviewer. “I want a big tortoise. Those things can be huge, slow, but awesome pets.”

  Everyone is looking at him.

  He says, “What?”

  “A tortoise?” Sam asks.

  He shrugs. “Why not? It’s whatever we want, right?”

  Nate leans forward. “I want a llama.”

  Logan starts laughing. “I want to hear the reason for this one.”

  Nate answers, “They’re big. They’re cute. They’re fluffy. I think they spit. I mean, why not a llama? I bet we could house-train one.”

  If you were an animal?

  The whole group is sitting in a circle and Logan points to Mark, “He’s a duck.”

  “What? Why am I a duck?”

  “Because you’re cute, but you look lost half the time.” Logan moves to Cass. “A feral Siamese cat.”

  Cass starts to protest, then shrugs. “I’ll take it.”

  He moves to Heather. “You’re like a mustang. All rough, but gorgeous.”

  She shrugs. “I’ll take that too.”

  To Nate, “A black bear. You’re not as bad as a grizzly, but you’re curious enough to get in a lot of trouble. And you can be dangerous.” Logan winks. “If you’re pissed off enough.”

  Nate doesn’t react.

  To Matteo, “You’re a dolphin. Or a beluga whale. You’re Hawaiian so you’re all about the ocean and nature, and you have a good heart.”

  Matteo frowns. “Isn’t there a YouTube clip where a beluga tries to eat a kid at a zoo?”

  Logan shrugs. “You get hungry. It happens.”

  He points to Mason. “Black panther.” He nods at him. “Enough said.”

  Points to Sam. “You’re a mustang too, but one of those rare types that lives far in the mountain or something.”

  She asks, “Is that good?”

  Mason murmurs to her, “That’s a compliment.” He reaches for her hand and laces their fingers together.

  Then Logan moves to Taylor, and he beams. “And we have a white Swan in our midsts.”

  Her cheeks pink. “Logan, not everyone thinks that.”

  He shrugs, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “I don’t care. That’s what I think, and I speak for the group. That’s my job.”

  “What about you?” the interviewer asks.

  “Me? Oh. I’m like a hot and ripped version of Yogi bear. I’m funny, but piss me off and I’ll rip your head off.” He winks at her.

  High school or college?

  Everyone, all at once: “High school.”

  Logan explains, “You don’t know us, but we did so much bad shit in high school. College is all about maturing and thinking about how it can impact our future, but high school,” he whistles. “Hell yes to high school. I’d go back.” He looks at Sam. “Though, maybe not you.”

  “Yeah. I’d say college. Life was a lot more stable then.”

  Heather is nodding. “I’m saying high school too. My college wasn’t much. I graduated high school and bam, adulthood for me. High school. All the way.”

  How did you become so awesome? Is there a limit to your awesomeness? How are you able to have friends that aren’t as awesome as you?

  Logan puffs up his chest. “I was born into excellence. There’s no limit. I piss excellence even. And yeah, I just quoted a movie, but I don’t have to know which one it was. That’s how excellent I am.”

  Mason looks at him. “They were asking about your awesomeness.”

  “That too. I’m so fucking awesome, I’m changing it to excellence. #Imsoexcellentnooneforgetaboutit #theexcellentsexmachine.”

  If you could be a character on any TV show, who would you be and why?

  “Dean Winchester, because he’s excellently awesome.” Logan winks.

  Does Nate like gingers?

  Everyone laughs, and then Nate rakes a hand over his face. He leans forward, but is silent. Mason laughs and says to the interviewer, “Funny you should ask. Stay tuned.”

  Nate shakes his head. “Oh man. Is that already starting?”

  Logan claps him on the shoulder. “This will be fun. Just wait. Your turn in the hotseat is coming.”

  Are they watching and waiting for April the Giraffe to give birth?

  Logan snorts. “I am April the Giraffe. Ya’ll just don’t know it.” He winks.

  Mason... what kind of things make you really laugh?

  “Logan. When Sam is drunk. When Nate is drunk. If I get drunk.” He stops and thinks. “And football wipe-outs. That shit is hilarious.”

  Why’d Logan choose bright yellow for his Escalade?

  Another snort from Logan. “Are you kidding me? Do you not know my personality? I was channeling Logan Echolls from Veronica Mars? I am secretly a marshmallow.” He laughs. “Just kidding. It was the only one left on the lot, and I didn’t want to wait to order one. My need for speed was that day, not later.”

  Guilty pleasure?

  Logan raises a hand. “Are we talking guilty sex pleasures? Food pleasures? Can we define this question, please?”

  Heather shakes her head. “Answer it in general.”

  “Then sex it is. Any sex. All day sex. Quickie sex. Doggie sex. Mirror sex. Shower sex. Tied-up and blindfold sex.” Logan keeps rambling. “Sex in the morning, afternoon, midnight. Drunk sex. Sex with food. Sex with those undies that you can eat. Anal plugs--” Taylor clamps a hand over his mouth, beet red in the face. “Shut up!”

  He laughs, the sound muffled.

  She clears her throat, trying to smooth a calming hand through her hair. “Next question please.”

  If Analise and James hadn’t cheated, would your paths have run across each other?

  Logan glances over to Mason, as does Sam, and Mason leans forward. His eyebrows knit together and he glances to the floor for a moment. His hands clasp together, and then he shares a look with Sam. “I think... we would’ve eventually crossed paths.”

  “You think?” she asks, her voice soft.

  He nods. “I do. With all the parties, yeah. You would’ve caught my eye no matter where we were, to be honest.”

  Logan snorts. “Helps you were smack in our house, though.”

  Mason laughs softly. “Yeah. I think that speeded things up, but it would’ve happened. Eventually.”

  Sam smiles at him. “That makes me feel better.”

  Logan snorts. “You might’ve been dating Quinn. Shit. Mase would’ve broken that up real quick.” He narrows his eyes. “I kinda wish I could’ve seen that too.” He whistles under his breath. “If Quinn hates us now, he would’ve been plotting our murders with that scenario. Fuck. Do-over, please?”

  Nate: If you are given a chance by your parents to act in their movie (Since they are film directors) will you take it? Or start an acting career?

  “Uh.” His eyes widen. His head moves back a half inch. “Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it, to be honest.” He thinks about it again, his eyebrows pulling together. He begins to nod. “Yeah. I think I would. I’d try my hat at being an actor. I’d probably suck at it, but hey. Try everything once, right?” He grins wickedly. “Logan would be so pissed if I became more famous than him. That kind of makes me want to pursue it, just to fuck with him.” His head rises slightly, and his shoulders straighten out. “I’m going to call my parents right now. Thank you for that. That’s an awesome idea.”

  He leaves, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

  What would be your dream vacation?

  “A cabin in the mountains.” Sam leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees. A dreamy smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “All my friends there. My family. The ones I don’t like can stay at another cabin, a few miles away. And, lots of running paths. A view so it’d have to be by a lake or a rive
r, or overlooking the ocean or something. Trees. And yeah. A big bonfire pit. And no fighting. Just laughing, and having fun with everyone. That’s my dream vacation.”

  She shares a tender look with Mason.

  Logan groans on the other side of his brother. “Seriously? How can I follow that up? I just want a sex dungeon, wherever we’re all at.” He considers it and nods. “Yeah. And maybe a swing from the ceiling. That’d be perfect. And soundproof walls, in case you wanna really let the scream rip, you know what I mean?” He glances over to Taylor. “Right, baby?”

  She sighs. “And that’s my tender Romeo right there, everyone.”

  “Huh?”

  Logan: If a little girl asked you to dress up as a unicorn, would you do it?

  He nods. “Without a doubt, if the girl were named Taylor. Anyone else, it’d have to be non-sex related.”

  Brazilian wax?

  “Fuck. Yes.” Logan is nodding emphatically, then gestures to Nate. “Except Monson. He likes a slight bush.”

  When going out to eat who usually pays?

  No one hesitates. They all point to Mason.

  Mason nods. “I do. Logan does if I’m not there.”

  Logan adds, “And Nate does if I’m not there.”

  Matteo raises a hand. “I also pick up the check--”

  “No, you don’t.” Logan snorts, shaking his head. “Sam does, if Mason, I, or Nate aren’t there.”

  “How do you know? You’re not there.”

  “Because I know Sam, and I know you, and you’re a cheap mother fucker sometimes.” He smiles. “But we love our SBC-er.”

  If as a group you were to have a dinner party and we’re told you could invite 3 people from the past or present who would they be and why?

  Mason says, “Sam’s two siblings that died.”

  Logan had opened his mouth, but shuts it now. “Fuck. We went sentimental with this one?” He shrugs. “Okay. Yeah. Sam’s two siblings.”

  Sam says, “Nate’s little brother.”

  A wave of silence settles over the group.

  Then, a moment later, Nate brushes a hand over his eye. “Thanks, Sam.”

  Mason says to the interviewer, “Those are our three.”

  Mason: A five-year-old child asks you if Santa Claus is real…. What do you say?

  He shrugs. “I’d just say whatever they feel in their heart is what matters. It’s not up to me to make that decision for them.”

  Logan rolls his eyes. “You didn’t think that way when we were kids.”

  Mason laughs. “You’re the one who told me Santa Claus wasn’t real.”

  Logan joins in with his laugh. “I might’ve been bluffing, trying to figure it out myself.”

  What are you asking Santa for this year?

  Mason nods. “Just general health and wellbeing for everyone.”