I looked down at my watch to see what time it was, and realized we hadn't even been there for two hours yet.

Something told me this is going to be the longest day of my life.

Chapter 5

I almost shitted my pants when I saw Sarah Love, an old friend from high school, signing autographs at a booth we had passed.

When we were in school, Sarah was one of those girls who really kept to herself. While I certainly wasn't one of the popular kids, I did have a handful of friends that I hung out with regularly, while Sarah's shyness and quiet nature kept her circle of acquaintances much smaller than mine. She was a sweet girl and the last time I had seen her, which was at graduation, she had told me she was heading to UCLA for college.

Interesting.

"Close your mouth before someone shoves a dildo in there," Nicole laughed from my side.

Instinctively, I shut my trap, noticing that my mouth was, indeed, hanging wide open while I looked at my old classmate. "We went to high school together," I whispered to her, and she nodded.

"She's probably making more money now than we do," Nikki waggled her eyebrows and Zoey, who was on the other side of Nikki, snorted.

It was a well known fact in our small square of friends, which consisted of us three and Josh, that Zoey made a killing in her "profession," as she called it. Our Zoey was a modest little thing who never bragged about how much money she made, or even mentioned when she got a new job. In fact, the first time she got paid more than twelve hundred dollars for a scene, you would have figured she won the lottery by her screams.

It was her agent's idea to keep her solely with the girl-on-girl scenes, and it's for that reason that Zoey was so popular. I figured it had something to do with men wanting what they can't have, but aren't all people like that? Even though she was only paid to be with other women, she didn't consider herself a lesbian or straight, she was just Zoey. That was enough for me.

When I first met her, it was the summer before I started college while we worked at a bookstore together. I was a refrigerator, she was a magnet, and we just clicked together over our love of reading. Every other friendship I'd had before ours seemed shallow in comparison after only a few short weeks. We seemed to understand and respect each other at a cellular level, and the fact that she happened to be the sweetest and happiest person I'd ever met, only added to my nearly instantaneous love for her. After my dad met her, he told me that she reminded him of my mom, endearing her to me that much more.

She had always dreamed of becoming a star, and for years I followed her from audition to audition for moral support. Zoey never got any roles she really wanted, unfortunately. So, when one of her other actor friends mentioned how much money he was making "fucking girls," an imaginary light bulb lit up in her head. She wasn't involved in any serious relationships and didn't have any issues with her body, so it was an easy choice for her. Based on the look on her face while she signed an autograph for a fan that approached her while we walked around, I didn't think she regretted her decision at all. She loved attention so this career was perfect.

"What time is your boyfriend signing autographs?" Nicole asked, referring to my own personal version of Calum Burro.

An image of short brown hair and a perfect penis floated around in my head for a second before I snapped out of it and flipped through the pamphlet for information. "At five, by the food vendors."

Nikki smirked and stopped at a booth with more glass dildos like the ones she had looked at when we first got to the convention. I swore she was a dildo connoisseur. "Are you going to cream your panties when you see him?"

"Probably. Did you have to change your underwear after you saw Calum?"