Page 71 of Fast Lane


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“Seriously?”

“I’m studying screenwriting at SHU, remember?” I say.

She shakes her head. “Are you sure you ever told me?”

Considering how long she’s been living here, I’m pretty sure I have…

“Now our movie nights make sense.” She settles down on a cushion on the ground, and Carter snorts.

“Your ‘movie nights,’ huh? Sounds cozy.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Not that kind of movie.”

He bursts out laughing.

“Did I miss something, here?” Lois’s eyes dart between us.

“Oh, fuck!” Cart is in hysterics, slapping at his knees. “I can picture the scene. I need to write this one down.”

Lois kneels down and reaches for one of the pages. I watch her try to make sense of the scribblings, and as the pieces start falling into place, her eyes widen, a flush creeping over her cheeks.

“You guys are writing porn?” she asks through pinched lips. She puts down the sheet of paper. “Porn.” She blinks.

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Got a problem with that, Heartbreak?”

“It’s just that…” She stares at her smoothie, struggling for the words.

“Spit it out!”

“Do they really use writers for that type of movie?”

Carter gasps. I keep my eyes on her, resting my elbows on my knees.

“How dare you!” He shakes a cushion at her.

“Don’t look at me like that, guys! I mean, come on!” She shakes her head. “Porn movies always use the same old story, so excuse me for not realizing it’s an actual professional enterprise!”

I do my best to keep my voice level. “Do you watch adult movies, Lois?”

“No!”

I raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, yes,” she admits. “This one time. Once…”

She’s gone a bright shade of tomato, and I’m struggling to keep a straight face.

“And so that one time was enough for you to jump to conclusions?”

She folds her arms over her chest. “Okay, so maybe it was several times. But never all the way through—they’re disgusting.Somale-centric.”

Carter seems suddenly interested. “What do you think they’re missing?”

“Romance, for a start.”

“You can’t be serious,” I snicker. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say—and trust me, you say a lot of dumb things.Romance?Even the word is a boner killer.”