"Oh good god you are such a fucking idiot!" Jared yells as he slams the door shut and walks out into the blistering hotness, there's so much heat that it's making rippling waves in the air. There are flies, the scent of sweat, the ground's dusty and rocky and this is just great. 

"What? What? What did I fucking do?" Chad steps out and throws his arms up in defence, brows creased with frustration. 

"You drove us into a goddamn ditch! That's what you did!" he replies and paces around, feet kicking up dust as he runs a hand through his sweat streaked hair. 

"Tire's out," Chad observes as he bends over to examine it. He sighs and kicks a rock on the ground. 

"Yeah damn right it is, thanks for pointing that out Mr Obvious," Jared says sarcastically as he leans against the car, trying to cool himself off. 

It's boiling here and they're just driving into Los Angeles from their road trip and stupid Chad blew out the tires and if they call for a tow truck, god knows when it will come. Dumb Chad. Jared had insisted that he should drive but it's his thick head and that's why they're stuck here, leaving Jared wondering if he's going to die young at twenty-five of heat exhaustion and thirst.

"Got any water?" Chad croaks, voice all dry. "No.. even if I did have water, I wouldn't give you any," he says and the older man scowls and looks away. 

"You're an ass hat,"

"And you're a douche-face," Jared shoots back and pulls out his cell phone to try and call for a tow truck. He almost shouts and throws the phone into the dirt when he finds that there's no reception, but he's too nice for that so he leaves all the ballistic crazy shit to Chad.

"God we're going to be here for days, we're marooned Jay, pretty soon we're going to eat cactus and road kill's shit," Chad whines and flops onto the ground in a hopeless heap. 

"Hey don't say that, someone will drive through and see us because I am so not eating road kill shit, I'm leaving that to you," Jared sighs and opens the car door and grabs his candy supply. 

"Hey gimme some of that greedy bastard," Chad snatches it away and holds it against his chest like a bratty kid. "Have it, snitch. I always got spares," he says and takes out a chicken sandwich he bought at a petrol station a few hours ago and a pack of gummy bears. 

Chad stares at it like it's the hottest chick ever. "Don't even think about it," he shakes his head and sits down about five metres away from him and eats quietly. 

"Don't worry, there will be help. I mean some dude will drive pass and pick us up," Jared reassures as he throws out all the soggy tomatoes. Chad looks like he wants to crawl over and eat them off the ground.

"Let's fucking hope so,"

* 2 Hours Later

They're practically fucking marooned. The packets of lollies and every source of food is all eaten up. In the past two hours only five damn cars drove past and none of them even bothered to even stop. Nice people these days. Jared leans against the car and watches Chad. 

Stupid Chad that it would be really nice and satisfying to punch because he's been whining and complaining like it's all Jared's fault, not his, that he drove into ditch and got the tires blown out. 

"I'm so tired! You got water? What kind of person doesn't bring water on a fucking___

"Dude, you've asked that three times, yeah and that dumb ass kind of person is you, now shut the hell up and sit there like a normal human being!" Jared snaps and stands up as he opens the car door. 

"Dude where are you going? Are you trying to drive with the tires flat?" he follows close like a puppy. Idiot, he thinks and shakes his head.

Jared takes out a box of Chips Ahoy value pack and Chad gapes. "What the fuck dude?! You didn't tell me about this? For two hours that I was fucking starving? You rat! You freaking rat__,"

"Hey you're the one that wanted to keep in shape for that movie so don't pile all the shit on me! And hey remember you were the one driving! Not me! So fat chance asshole!"

"It's a critical situation arse face! Fucking cookie muncher!" 

"Thanks! I take that as a compliment," Jared smiles steps away from him. "Give me some, there's like sixty in that box! It's a value pack!" Chad lunges for it but Jared's too quick and turns away.

Chad grips the box and they both wrestle for it that they don't even see or hear a sleek black car stopping. "You guys need a ride?"

Both guys whirl around and Chad, who's in possession of the cookie box drops it in the dirt. 

There's a petite girl in her early twenties and she's standing with her hands on her hips, curves and all, she's in a fitting white dress and Jared doesn't mean to ogle her olive skin, dark hair that falls down her back and pretty brown eyes and lips. 

"Uhh... yeah, that'd be nice, thanks," Jared smiles and she motions them to go into the car. "One of you have to sit in the front because I have all my things there, sorry," she apologises and opens the drivers door.

Jared bumps into Chad as he makes his way to the front sit, Chad rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath before climbing into the backseat of the car. 

"So Jared and Chad from TV?" she asks and Chad smiles proudly and nods. "Yep, what's your name?”

She laughs and looks at him strangely from the mirror. "No I‘m a dancer and model, Sandra McCoy," she smiles and Jared remembers her. She had some small rolls in CSI and stuff. 

"Oh I remember you... you were that... chick," Chad smiles in satisfaction and licks his lips. Jared rolls his eyes. 

"Right... yes. Umm... you guys look hungry, you wanna grab some lunch? On me?" she asks and turns to face Jared, flashing him a coy smile. 

"Lunch? Lunch would be great, you're an angel," Chad says, charm oozing from his tone as he rubs his hands together. He's being his usual flirty self, probably trying to sleep with her. No strings attached. He's known Chad for too long to look past things.

They stop at a little diner and Chad starts scanning through the menu and ordering everything he can. He's also sitting next to her because before they went in the diner he shoved Jared out of the way.

Sandra sips her coffee and talks and books with Jared. She's charming, sweet, real funny, charismatic and she has an adorable laugh. She's also real pretty so that Chad stares at her alot. She doesn't seem to mind. She pretend she doesn't see it but it's obvious.

"So do you still act?" Jared asks as he sips his strawberry milkshake which Chad sniggered immaturely about when he ordered. "Yeah, a little now and then, I mean I've got this indie film and a little project to do," she nods and smiles. "So what about you? You guys have a girlfriend?" 

Jared laughs. "Umm.. no.. not for a long time," Jared shakes his head and smiles. 

"Not me, I'm single, more than I've ever been," Chad spreads out his arms.

“Oh wow, okay,” Sandra says and Jared nods and looks at her, eyes shifting from her mouth to her eyes and stopping at every point to take in everything. She notices him looking and smiles at him.

"So where do you guys live?"

"Creston Drive," Jared answers. "Oh that's great, I live like 2 streets away from you," Sandra smiles, eyes shining. 

"Ummm... what's that?" she asks suddenly. Jared and Chad exchanges weird looks. 


"What's what?" Jared asked. 

"I felt something rubbing my leg," she answers and brushes it off like it's nothing and he admires her self restraint, she's so laid back and if it was some other girl, she'd probably a) rub back or b) kick Chad in the nuts and call him a fat hairy perve.

"So Jared tell me about yourself," she leans forwards and plays with her straw. "I have two dogs, I haven't been in a relationship for 10 months... I.. umm... like cookies," he stutters because right now she's focusing all of her attention on him.


God how lame does he sound?

"Oh he's gay too," Chad pipes up with a smile. Jared kicks him under the table and suppresses the urge to call him a dick face. 

"You are....?" Sandra’s eyes widened and he thinks that he saw a glimmer of disappointment flashing in her eyes but maybe he's just imagining things. 

"No he's just joking around, I'm not gay," Jared smiles, then elbows the fucker next to him when she's looking out the dirty window of the diner. 

"So you guys ready to go home?" she asks as she wipes her hands on a tissue. "Ummm not yet, first of all, I need your number so if my car breaks down again,"

In case he drives into a ditch again? Jared laughs at the thought. If Chad got her number, he'll make sure he drives into a ditch every time, or slash his own tires even. That idiot would do anything to see a pretty girl. 

She starts laughing softly. "I don't think your car will break down , because I know this great car mechanic and I'm going to give you his number, not mine," Sandra smiles and Jared tries not to laugh in Chad's face.

Chad getting turned down by a girl? Well that's a first. He's also really intrigued by her as well. She keeps surprising him and she's so.... different. 

"So now that we've settled that, let's go?"

*

"Here we are, Creston Drive," Sandra smiles as she pulls up in Jared's driveway. "Thankyou so much for everything," Jared says and she smiles again and bites her lip. "It's okay, glad I could help,"

"Yeah you're a goddess too," Chad pats her on the shoulder and Jared knows he's forcing 'and you look like one too' down his throat, along with his spit. 

"Okay, you guys have a nice night and don't drive into a ditch again," she says as they climb out of her car. Chad waves and walks into the house but Jared stands by the car and she opens her window. 

"You want to come in and have coffee or something? I mean that's the least I could do after what you did," he offers and she chuckles. 

"I got to go a casting, but thanks, maybe next time. I'll see you around," Sandra says and drive off. And she sounds pretty damn sure of it.