Title: The Waitress, The Manager and The Movie Star

Chapter: The Itch

Note: Entourage isn't mine, but I love it like it is. Thanks to ilovejohnmayer (who is an awesome writer, you guys should check out some of her stuff) for editing and loving on this story. Sorry this upload took so long; let's hope the next will be faster! R & R please! Hope it's good so far!

Eric, Turtle, and Johnny all stare at me like I'm retarded.

"What?" Turtle says. He's got this really stupid look on his face. It almost makes me laugh.

I shrug, "She said no- she doesn't want to go out with me." E smirks and throws up his hands.

"Big deal, she said no. Can we go now?" he says. Johnny puts his hand on my shoulder.

"I told you Vince, that girl isn't worth your time." Turtle shakes his head.

"I just can't understand why a girl wouldn't want to fuck Vince!"

"Wow Turtle, that doesn't sound gay at all." E laughs.

"Man, shut up, you know what I meant." Turtle starts the car.

"E's right," I tell them, "It's really not that big of a deal." But I don't know if I believe that myself.

It's not as though I'm seriously aching over this girl. I just don't understand why she said no, and for some reason, I really want to know why.

E's phone rings as we pull out. He looks at the phone than at me.

"It's Ari." He says.

I nod, "Pick it up."

"Hello?" E says. I stare out the window, faintly listening to the hip hop Turtle's playing and Eric's phone call. Mostly, though, I'm listening to my own thoughts.

I feel like the best thing to do is to forget her, forget this whole thing ever happened. It shouldn't be that hard; E will probably make sure Johnny and Turtle never speak of this again, just like how he forbid them to speak of "Medellin." I don't know why E and Ari think I'm some fucking sensitive little boy who needs to be protected.

I get it though. If I was in Ari's shoes I wouldn't want my client to be thinking about the fact that his passion project is going down the drain.

"Vince!" I look over at E, who's staring at me strangely.

"You okay man?" I nod briskly.

"Okay, well, Ari wants to see us. Said he's got an idea."

"What kind of idea?" I ask. E shrugs.

"I don't know, he didn't say, but since we've got nothing else to do, let's go now. Turtle, take us to Ari's"

"You couldn't have told me this a little earlier E? Now we're like 50 fucking miles away!" Turtle complains.

"Yeah, well, I don't give a damn. You're not paying for the gas anyway Turtle, so just shut the fuck up and drive the car." Turtle turns us around, grumbling the whole time.

"What's your problem E?" I ask him. He shouting at Turtle like that is unusual.

"My problem is Turtle complaining when he doesn't do shit but drive and smoke weed all day."

"Fuck you E." Turtle says. I wag my finger at E.

"I don't think that's what it is…" E throws up his hands.

"Okay, it could also be that I feel like Ari fucked us out of 'Medellin' and he's not doing anything to try and save it. This is your passion project Vince; you've wanted to do this for two years."

"And Ari knows that." I affirm him. "We will find a way to do 'Medellin', even if Turtle's the director and Johnny plays the chick." Johnny rubs his chin thoughtfully before responding.

"Well, if anyone could play a woman it'd be me. Just say the word little bro and-"

"Drama, that was a joke. I'd first buy a dummy to play the girl than have you do it." E chuckles, and Johnny flicks E off as we laugh.

We park and go up to Ari's office, but Lloyd doesn't let us in right away.

"Sorry, he's just finishing up a phone conference with Liam Aiken. He'll be done any moment."

"It's fine, thank you Lloyd." I sit down in a chair and sigh. I can't get this girl out of my head. It doesn't make any sense, she wasn't especially hot. But she had those eyes and that smile and…

Fuck it, I need to know the reason she said no.

"Vinnie!" Ari walks out of his office holding his arms out for a hug.

"Give me some man love, but not the kind Eric and Lloyd share."

E and Lloyd just shake their heads and smile. They stopped being affected by Ari's comments long ago.

"Aw, I'm just fucking with you guys." E and I go into Ari's office, closing the door behind us.

"Sorry about the wait, I had to deal with that little shit. That's why I don't usually represent kids- you call them up with offers and they want to tell you what they're eating for lunch, like I fucking care!"

E shakes his head, "Wow Ari, you never cease to amaze me."

"Why thank you Eric. Have you and the wife been sharing notes, because I swear she's been using some of your moves in bed." E flips Ari the bird and I step in.

"Okay, okay, Ari, why did you want to see us?"

"Right!" Ari runs over to his desk and pulls out a picture of Lorne Michaels.

"We are gonna play a little game. Can anyone tell me who this man is?"

E and I look at each other, both thinking the same thing- What the fuck is this?

"It's Lorne Michaels; you know we know-"

"Shut up, E, shut the fuck up. Vince, what does Lorne Michaels produce?"

"Um, Saturday Night Live?" I say, slightly unsure.

"Right! Vince, how would you like to possibly host Saturday Night Live?" I cock my head to the side.

"Possibly?" Ari nods slowly.

"Yes, right now it's only a possibility, but Vinnie, that's just a formality! Trust me, by the end of the day this will be a done deal." I sit silently and think for a moment, mulling over my words before they leave my mouth, but E speaks before I can get a word out.

"Yeah, and what about 'Medellin?'" Ari glares at him.

"I am working on 'Medellin' but like I told you Vince- I don't think it's going to happen. At least, not anytime soon. You know what, I have an idea. Why don't we forget about this movie for a year or so, and when everyone's forgotten about all this drama we slam this motherfucker in their faces!" Ari almost sounds desperate.

"Sorry Ari," I say, "but I have to side with E. I really, really want to do this movie and I know you can get it for me." I stand up and pat Ari's shoulder.

"Keep us posted about SNL." Ari gives me a 'why-are-you-doing-this-to-me' look, but I say nothing. We leave, waving to Floyd on the way out, and head over to the grocery store so Johnny can pick up some food to cook for us. As he shops and E reluctantly follows, Turtle and I race shopping carts in the store and almost crash into a cute girl working there.

"Hey…" Turtle says, "what's your name, beautiful?" The girl shoots Turtle a disgusted look before turning to me.

"Hi Vince." She says shyly. She's cute, but I'm just not feeling it.

I say hi, smile politely and walk away, Turtle right behind me.

"Are you okay Vince?" He sounds truly concerned.

"Um yeah." We get the food and get out of there. There's this nagging feeling in my stomach, this part of me still curious about that girl from the restaurant. There's just this feeling inside that needs to know why, like an itch I can't scratch.

We head back home and smoke some leftover weed of Turtle's. The stuff calms my mind and, for a while, the nagging feeling goes away. Suddenly, though, I then feel oddly sad. I ask E why and he says weed is a depressant.

"What the hell is a depressant?" E just laughs and leaves. I don't bother to ask him where he's going.

Johnny makes us some food and I tell him what Ari told Eric and me.

"That's not a bad idea little bro." He says, while cutting up chicken. "I actually know Lorne from back in the day. Very classy guy, very classy." Turtle steals a piece of chicken off the cutting board.

"I'm sorry, but I think it's weird for a dude to have a chick's name." I shake my head.

"I agree, his name is fucked, but the man's not only a genius, he's a rich genius. I have the utmost respect for him." The weed has made me hungry, so I eat three helpings of Johnny's chicken-lemony pasta stuff and five pieces of garlic bread.

Turtle's talking about some release party for a rap group he likes, but I'm only half listening. I've already made up my mind about where I want to go tonight.

"I need you to drive me somewhere first Turtle." He jumps up obediently.

"Sure, where to Vince?"

"Tacota."