Impractically Inseparable

Staten Island (2)

Haley's POV

As soon as I pulled out of the parking lot, my phone starting ringing with the ringtone, 'Whose phone is ringing? Mine! Mine! Mine!' I looked at the caller id and saw that is was Sal. I immediately answered it because hello!? It's Sal! "Hello?" "Hi, Haley!" "Hey, what's up?" "I just wanted to see how you are doing." "Literally it was not that long ago when you talked to me," I laughed. "But to me, that's so long! I need to see you!" "Slow your roll, Cling Clang." He started laughing and I heard him fall. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," he chuckled, "happens all the time." "Oh, I know." "So how far are you from Staten Island?" "About one hundred thirty miles." "You're close to the tour bus then."

"How close?" "About two miles." "I'm gonna race your ass." "Try me." "Oh, I will. I'm already doing eighty on a sixty-five." "Aren't you afraid of getting pulled over?" "Nope." "Aren't your friends?" I looked at them and asked, "Are you three idiots terrified right now?" "No," they all replied. "They said no. These bitches aren't afraid of anything. Hell us four could be the new Impractical Jokers." "You want a challenge against me don't you?" "Yeah, I guess I do." "Haley! Look!" Kerri screamed pointing at the tour bus. "Well, it looks like I've found you." "I guess you did." "But I'll beat you now." "Try me." "Oh, I will." "Wait are you on the phone with the Sal Vulcano?" Kerri asked.

"Yeah." "GIVE ME HIS NUMBER!" "No, because God knows you'll blurt it out to the world. None of you are getting his number. Fight me." "I picked a good girl to trust." "You can always trust me, Sal." "I already do." "But you just met me." "I don't care, Haley." I laughed until I heard sirens behind me. "Ah shit," Rosalie said. "Just shut up," Kerri turned around. "Both of you shut the hell up!" I exclaimed, pulling over, "Sal I need to go." "Good luck." "Haha bye." "Talk to you later." I hung up and held my phone in my lap. I looked in my mirror and saw a cop getting out. I sighed and put my head against the steering wheel. There was a knock on my window and I rolled it down.

"Miss you do know that you were speeding and you can't have written stuff on your vehicle." "Does it look like I give a fuck?" I snapped. "I'm going to have to ask you and your friends to step out." "Like the hell, I will. It's not fucking illegal to have writing on my god damn truck, so you can fuck yourself." "Miss step out." "Fine, you bitch." I stepped out and went to punch the cop in the face when I felt a hand grabbed my arm. I turned to the side and saw Sal. "Don't do it," he whispered. "No! Let me at this bitch!" "Haley calm down." "To hell, I will calm down! Let go!" I yanked away and was able to punch this dumb ass cop. I was about to kick him when I was grabbed around the waist. "No, let me the fuck go!" I struggled until I was tired.

I twisted my body around and looked at Sal's beautiful face. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "You have nothing to be sorry for." "I yelled at you." "I'm used to people yelling at me." "Still." "Haley, it's alright." I sighed and hugged Sal close to me. He rubbed my back and just held me. After what seemed a while, he pulled away and led me to my truck. Sal opened the door and took my hand. I got in the truck and he closed the door. "I'll see you soon, alright?" I nodded and he smiled. He then walked to the tour bus. "I can't believe he held your hand! He's such a germaphobe!" Bessy sighed. "No, he's not. He said in an interview that he has a bad immune system. When he has a common cold, he's out for eight to twelve weeks." (That's actually what he said in an interview. I'm seriously not making this up.) "Bullshit!" Kerri yelled. I groaned and pulled back onto the road. "Just shut up until we get to Staten Island." They all sighed but kept quiet. Thank god.

I want to know why Sal cares so much about me. I'm nothing special. I'm overweight, ugly, I have anger issues, and I'm just a fan. There's nothing to me. I'm just, boring. I felt tears in my eyes but blinked them away before anyone saw. It would be stupid to cry over myself. Ugh, I hate myself so much. Why couldn't I be like Kerri? She was way more beautiful than me. I'll never be perfect. Sal could go for so much better, yet he's after me. There has to be a reason. It's probably for the show! No doubt about it. Yes, I love Impractical Jokers, but I swear to fucking god if this is a joke, I was going to murder The Jokers.

"Haley, what's wrong?" Bessy asked. "Nothing is wrong," I commented completely, confused. "You're crying. Something is wrong." I looked in the mirror and sure enough, I was crying. "What if this is all a joke? What if Sal doesn't actually care about me?" "Haley, I highly doubt that. Sal is too sweet for that. He wouldn't allow the guys to go that far." "Unless he didn't want to be punished. Their punishments on Sal are harsh." "I'm pretty sure Sal would take the lost instead of hurting you." "Still. Why would he like me? I'm boring. Why can't I be like Kerri?" "Haley, you don't see yourself the way Sal sees you. You see yourself as boring."

"It's true! I'm an awful person who yells at everyone on this fucking planet. I'll never be Sal's dream girl! He can do so much better! Why me?! I'm sick and tired of people telling me I'm beautiful when I'm not! I never will be!" I cried. "Haley Moyer! You are not an awful person. You are beautiful! Stop putting yourself down and you'll see how fucking beautiful you are! You're a wonderful human being and Sal would be lucky to have you." I stayed quiet and just looked ahead. "She's right, Haley," Kerri finally spoke up. I still didn't say anything and it was just completely awkward. "You're not going to try to see yourself the way we see you, are you?" Bessy asked. I shook my head and she groaned, "Pull over." "What? No." "Haley, pull this fucking truck over. Now."

I sighed and pulled over. "Get out." "What?" "Haley get out!" I jumped and got out of the truck. Bessy got out too and came up to me. She raised her hand and slapped me across the face. "What the hell was that for!" "To knock common sense into you! Stop hating yourself and stop listening to people who put you down! It's not healthy!" "But it's hard," I sobbed. Bessy pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly. "I know it's hard, but you'll get through this. You're tough. Now get back in that truck and be happy." I sniffed and nodded. She let go and I got back in. I still hate myself. Nobody will change how I feel.