Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 20:27:11 GMT -5
It’s a gorgeously sunny day in Los Angeles, California when the scene opens up at the famous shopping, dining and entertainment complex, The Grove. Inside of The Cheesecake Factory, Astrid Sedin is seen sitting in a booth with an ice cold glass of Pepsi sitting in front of her. Dressed in black leggings, a black tank top and white denim vest, Astrid’s demeanor… well it was different to put things into layman’s terms. She wasn’t her usual, normal hardheaded self… instead appearing to be a shell of who she normally is. Astrid kept looking down at her phone and up and the lobby of the famous restaurant chain, waiting for someone to arrive. Every fiber inside of her body was telling her this meeting was not going to go smoothly and was a bad idea… but she needed answers.
Astrid Sedin: I don’t know if I should be doing this.
Twiddling her thumbs together, Astrid keeps glancing over at her phone. Coming through the front door of the Italian restaurant is Joshua Samson, Esquire. The normally dapper Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire was unusually dressed down in an oversized blue sweatshirt, gray jogging pants, and tennis shoes. His immaculately groomed hair looked as if it hadn’t had a comb ran through it in days. He speaks to the maître d', obviously enquiring about the whereabouts of the EHWF 2017 Newcomer of the Year. The maître d' politely nods and instructs a nearby waiter to escort him to her table.
Samson: You can do this...you can do this…
Waiter: Excuse me, sir?
Samson: Oh nothing at all. I was just talking to myself.
Less than twenty feet away he spots the young woman. It felt like his heart jumped out his back and made a mad dash toward a safe haven.
Samson: I got it from here, buddy.
He reaches into his jogging pants pocket and produces several crumpled bills and without identifying what bills they are, he hands them to the waiter. Wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, Joshua takes the final steps to reach the table.
Samson: Asti...uh...Astrid?
Astrid looked up from the menu and right into Samson’s eyes.
Astrid Sedin: Yeah… uh… have a seat.
She kept looking over the menu as she sipped at her drink. She was trying so hard to avoid talking to him. It took every ounce of strength within her to not cry and boy… was it hard.
Astrid Sedin: Are you going to order anything?
Astrid looked up again, looking over Samson’s haggard appearance.
Samson: Yeah...I mean, yes. I wasn’t sure if...well...yes, I’m going to order. I mean, unless you’re not going to order?
He sounded like a yammering idiot and he knew it but he wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to be doing at this point and time.
Astrid Sedin: Of course I’m going to order. This is my favorite restaurant… everything here is delicious and I can eat to my heart’s content.
Putting her face back into the menu, she exhaled sharply.
Astrid Sedin: I’m just trying to make up my mind on what I want.
Samson: You can always go with your tried and true alfredo and garlic bread?
Astrid Sedin: Yeah… that’s true. But there is also a lot on this menu that I haven’t tried. And no… I’m not getting a salad. Hm… maybe an order of the fried mac and cheese to start off. Do you want to look at the menu?
Samson: Uh...yes, please.
He reaches out to take the menu and rubs his hand over hers. Astrid was quick to pull her hand away, still fighting the urge to cry. She knew it was going to happen but didn’t want it to happen in public.
Astrid Sedin: Please… don’t do that.
She tucks some of her hair behind her ear. His hand thumps to the table, a sad expression plastering his face.
Samson: Asti...I’m...sorry…
Astrid Sedin: About which part? The part where you never told me you were married, letting me love you and then breaking my heart? Or the part where your WIFE embarrassed me for weeks until putting the cherry on top at Christmas Chaos?
Absolutely defeated, Joshua hangs his head. His mouth moves but he hears no sound emitting from it. He reaches over to grab the glass of water in front of his former roommate and takes a huge gulp.
Samson: I never...I didn’t want any of this to happen. None of it, baby.
Astrid could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
Astrid Sedin: They why… why not tell me about her. I would’ve supported you. But you proposed marriage to me… still married to another woman. That makes me look like a homewrecking slut.
Wiping the tear away, she kept her eyes locked on him.
Samson: It wasn’t...it isn’t...what it seems, Asti. Things are...complicated…
Astrid Sedin: Complicated to the point where you wanted to marry me but were still married? Why didn’t you think of divorcing her before you asked me to spend the rest of my life with you? I was prepared to say yes. I was beyond ready to become Astrid Samson.
The words escaping from her small “make-upped” lips figuratively crushed his soul causing his own eye wells to ear up.
Samson: I still want...I still need….for you to be Astrid Samson.
Astrid Sedin: Well for that to happen… I need you to take care of that lunatic. You need to divorce her if you want that to happen.
Samson: I know, Asti, I know. Will you reconsider about moving out, moving back to West Chester?
Astrid Sedin: Possibly… but you will have to agree to terms.
Samson: Of course...anything...you name it!
Her words seemed to jumpstart his being; there was some hope.
Astrid Sedin: I will not stay in “our” room and will stay in the guest room downstairs. You will have to start helping with the cooking. And most of all… you will have to go see a lawyer about filing for divorce. I’ll think of some other things probably.
The waiter approached them and she put in her order for fried mac and cheese. He had settled on the lemon pepper chicken with roasted vegetables.
Astrid Sedin: And if I want to go out for dinner… business can wait.
Samson: Those are all reasonable requests, baby, though it’s going to be hella hard to go without our late night conversations especially with you in the same house.
Astrid Sedin: And they won’t be happening until the papers are filed. It’s why I’m staying downstairs in the guest room… it has its own bathroom. Unless you want me to be out in the guest house.
Samson: No, no, no. Just having you in the house is better than not having you at all. So this mean you don’t need to fly out to talk to Bill, right?
Astrid Sedin: I’ll just talk to him at the next show or have Mandi come out here. Because I need to talk someone who’s not a judgemental cow like a therapist. You were the person I came to talk to… but this… I can’t.
The Executive Representative grimaces.
Samson: I’m sorry…
Astrid Sedin: I love you Joshua… even after everything that happened I still love you. You don’t know how hard it is for me to sit here right now.
Samson: I can only imagine and wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want me here. You have to know I love you and there is a very good reason why this is all happened. I just need you to keep trusting in me and in due time all will be explained.
Astrid Sedin: To be honest… I feel like I deserve an explanation right now. Which I do… but this isn’t the place. And you… please for the love of god go run and get a suit or something decent to wear. You look like hell in a handbasket.
He leans back in his chair, looks down at his attire, and then back at Astrid.
Samson: This is my Kanye looking I’m giving you.
Astrid Sedin: You know I hate the Kardashians and everyone associated with them. You look quite… sexy in a suit. I did want to do some more shopping while I was here.
Samson: Then how about I go home and “get right” as you requested. We can meet up later if you like?
Astrid Sedin: Nordstrom is right down from here. There’s no need to run back across the city. There’s enough time until the food arrives.
Astrid reached across the table and gently put her hand upon his.
Astrid Sedin: Please…
He places his other hand on top of hers, softness overcoming his entire being.
Samson: Of course, Asti. I’ll be right back.
Astrid smiled as one tear starts to cascade down her cheek.
Astrid Sedin: Thank you.
He pushes back from the table, stands, and looks down at her. He bends forward and places a kiss upon her cheek, directly on the trail of the tear.
Samson: No, thank you.
She smiles softly even though she still feels a bit broken inside. He turns to leave with a noticeable happy bounce in his step.The scene slowly fades out as she watches and shakes her head a bit.
Astrid Sedin: I don’t know if I should be doing this.
Twiddling her thumbs together, Astrid keeps glancing over at her phone. Coming through the front door of the Italian restaurant is Joshua Samson, Esquire. The normally dapper Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire was unusually dressed down in an oversized blue sweatshirt, gray jogging pants, and tennis shoes. His immaculately groomed hair looked as if it hadn’t had a comb ran through it in days. He speaks to the maître d', obviously enquiring about the whereabouts of the EHWF 2017 Newcomer of the Year. The maître d' politely nods and instructs a nearby waiter to escort him to her table.
Samson: You can do this...you can do this…
Waiter: Excuse me, sir?
Samson: Oh nothing at all. I was just talking to myself.
Less than twenty feet away he spots the young woman. It felt like his heart jumped out his back and made a mad dash toward a safe haven.
Samson: I got it from here, buddy.
He reaches into his jogging pants pocket and produces several crumpled bills and without identifying what bills they are, he hands them to the waiter. Wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, Joshua takes the final steps to reach the table.
Samson: Asti...uh...Astrid?
Astrid looked up from the menu and right into Samson’s eyes.
Astrid Sedin: Yeah… uh… have a seat.
She kept looking over the menu as she sipped at her drink. She was trying so hard to avoid talking to him. It took every ounce of strength within her to not cry and boy… was it hard.
Astrid Sedin: Are you going to order anything?
Astrid looked up again, looking over Samson’s haggard appearance.
Samson: Yeah...I mean, yes. I wasn’t sure if...well...yes, I’m going to order. I mean, unless you’re not going to order?
He sounded like a yammering idiot and he knew it but he wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to be doing at this point and time.
Astrid Sedin: Of course I’m going to order. This is my favorite restaurant… everything here is delicious and I can eat to my heart’s content.
Putting her face back into the menu, she exhaled sharply.
Astrid Sedin: I’m just trying to make up my mind on what I want.
Samson: You can always go with your tried and true alfredo and garlic bread?
Astrid Sedin: Yeah… that’s true. But there is also a lot on this menu that I haven’t tried. And no… I’m not getting a salad. Hm… maybe an order of the fried mac and cheese to start off. Do you want to look at the menu?
Samson: Uh...yes, please.
He reaches out to take the menu and rubs his hand over hers. Astrid was quick to pull her hand away, still fighting the urge to cry. She knew it was going to happen but didn’t want it to happen in public.
Astrid Sedin: Please… don’t do that.
She tucks some of her hair behind her ear. His hand thumps to the table, a sad expression plastering his face.
Samson: Asti...I’m...sorry…
Astrid Sedin: About which part? The part where you never told me you were married, letting me love you and then breaking my heart? Or the part where your WIFE embarrassed me for weeks until putting the cherry on top at Christmas Chaos?
Absolutely defeated, Joshua hangs his head. His mouth moves but he hears no sound emitting from it. He reaches over to grab the glass of water in front of his former roommate and takes a huge gulp.
Samson: I never...I didn’t want any of this to happen. None of it, baby.
Astrid could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
Astrid Sedin: They why… why not tell me about her. I would’ve supported you. But you proposed marriage to me… still married to another woman. That makes me look like a homewrecking slut.
Wiping the tear away, she kept her eyes locked on him.
Samson: It wasn’t...it isn’t...what it seems, Asti. Things are...complicated…
Astrid Sedin: Complicated to the point where you wanted to marry me but were still married? Why didn’t you think of divorcing her before you asked me to spend the rest of my life with you? I was prepared to say yes. I was beyond ready to become Astrid Samson.
The words escaping from her small “make-upped” lips figuratively crushed his soul causing his own eye wells to ear up.
Samson: I still want...I still need….for you to be Astrid Samson.
Astrid Sedin: Well for that to happen… I need you to take care of that lunatic. You need to divorce her if you want that to happen.
Samson: I know, Asti, I know. Will you reconsider about moving out, moving back to West Chester?
Astrid Sedin: Possibly… but you will have to agree to terms.
Samson: Of course...anything...you name it!
Her words seemed to jumpstart his being; there was some hope.
Astrid Sedin: I will not stay in “our” room and will stay in the guest room downstairs. You will have to start helping with the cooking. And most of all… you will have to go see a lawyer about filing for divorce. I’ll think of some other things probably.
The waiter approached them and she put in her order for fried mac and cheese. He had settled on the lemon pepper chicken with roasted vegetables.
Astrid Sedin: And if I want to go out for dinner… business can wait.
Samson: Those are all reasonable requests, baby, though it’s going to be hella hard to go without our late night conversations especially with you in the same house.
Astrid Sedin: And they won’t be happening until the papers are filed. It’s why I’m staying downstairs in the guest room… it has its own bathroom. Unless you want me to be out in the guest house.
Samson: No, no, no. Just having you in the house is better than not having you at all. So this mean you don’t need to fly out to talk to Bill, right?
Astrid Sedin: I’ll just talk to him at the next show or have Mandi come out here. Because I need to talk someone who’s not a judgemental cow like a therapist. You were the person I came to talk to… but this… I can’t.
The Executive Representative grimaces.
Samson: I’m sorry…
Astrid Sedin: I love you Joshua… even after everything that happened I still love you. You don’t know how hard it is for me to sit here right now.
Samson: I can only imagine and wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want me here. You have to know I love you and there is a very good reason why this is all happened. I just need you to keep trusting in me and in due time all will be explained.
Astrid Sedin: To be honest… I feel like I deserve an explanation right now. Which I do… but this isn’t the place. And you… please for the love of god go run and get a suit or something decent to wear. You look like hell in a handbasket.
He leans back in his chair, looks down at his attire, and then back at Astrid.
Samson: This is my Kanye looking I’m giving you.
Astrid Sedin: You know I hate the Kardashians and everyone associated with them. You look quite… sexy in a suit. I did want to do some more shopping while I was here.
Samson: Then how about I go home and “get right” as you requested. We can meet up later if you like?
Astrid Sedin: Nordstrom is right down from here. There’s no need to run back across the city. There’s enough time until the food arrives.
Astrid reached across the table and gently put her hand upon his.
Astrid Sedin: Please…
He places his other hand on top of hers, softness overcoming his entire being.
Samson: Of course, Asti. I’ll be right back.
Astrid smiled as one tear starts to cascade down her cheek.
Astrid Sedin: Thank you.
He pushes back from the table, stands, and looks down at her. He bends forward and places a kiss upon her cheek, directly on the trail of the tear.
Samson: No, thank you.
She smiles softly even though she still feels a bit broken inside. He turns to leave with a noticeable happy bounce in his step.The scene slowly fades out as she watches and shakes her head a bit.