Wishes Washed Away

"Have you dated Michael Phelps?"

"No." Why does everyone ask that question?

"Oh, come on. You've got to have some sort of juicy secret you're not allowed to share with the press." Brendon frowns, arms on the table. "Come on. Out with it!"

"I'm stuck in a small townhouse in Summerlin, Nevada for three and a half weeks with no way to contact anyone." Not to mention I'm stuck with an obnoxious idiot who likes asking stupid questions. Give me stupidity.

Flash.

Give me annoyance.

Flash.

Give me "get me out of here, you stupid son of a bitch director."

Flash.