Fallen Crest Extras (Fallen Crest High 7.5)

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.”