Lets101 Quizzes - Fun Quizzes

The meme Gods are generous today.

- The aforementioned name of the restaurant and hopeful yet perverse customers
- Breakfast meetings
- Double and triple reservation bookings of large parties
- Slight sexual harassment because apparently I have an ass someone could ... fry an egg on?
- No ghost
- The relationship between the head chef and the sous chef and the subsequent looks, gestures, and comments

- Turn on the T.V.
- Check if I've forgotten something
- Glance through the newspaper if I picked it up that day
- Watch Eddie
- See what the ghost is up to
- Make something to eat

- Going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with my mom
- Those few years Eddie and I were friggin' inseparable
- The sex in his kitchen
- The sex at his engagement party and conversation at the Good Knight Motel
- Meeting up with Eddie back in New York
- Fun with Bee and her dog, sometimes I miss Searchlight
- Fun with Eddie at the hotel in New York
- The day we moved into our apartment
- This morning

- Regis and Kelly Ripa
- Good Morning America
- The Today Show
- The View
- Best Week Ever
- Sober House
- Country music videos
- CMT
- BET
- QVC
- Just, really bad movies in general
- Anything with Paris Hilton

In an attempt to grab the handle, Ford missed the handle itself and fell into the doorway, his knuckles falling forward as well. A blonde witness who was leaving the restaurant laughed - only after giving Ford a sympathetic look. Standing up again, Ford grasped the handle, this time making sure he was looking at the door in front of him and pulled it open.

As the young psychic stepped inside the restaurant, he felt his back pocket vibrate, taking a moment to pull out his phone. Eddie had sent him a text message for good luck which made Ford smile. Tucking it away again, he walked to the hostess' area and waved at the woman who looked young enough to be in high school.

"One?" she asked, holding her finger up, and tapping her foot.

"Oh," Ford replied. "I'm here for the interview."

The woman looked him up and down and exchanged glances with a passing waitress before moving from around the podium she had been behind. Without a word or a signal, another woman took her place. Ford followed this woman, whose clipboard had said, "Joan," to the bar. She climbed onto one of the chairs at a table and motioned for Ford to do the same. He figured she meant his own chair but laughed inside thinking about sitting in her lap - and then realized how funny it wasn't.

"Name," she asked, pulling a pen from thin air.

"Uh, Ford McKenie," he answered, his hands on his thighs drumming.

"Uh, Ford McKenie," she asked.

"Ford. McKenie." He corrected himself before gulping down air. "M - C - K - E - N - I - E." It couldn't hurt to spell it out for her. She smiled, thanking him before moving on to harder questions.

"Age," she asked, which should not have been a difficult question. If only Ford felt his age. "Nineteen," he replied.

"Got it," she replied, making a note. "Past work experience?"

"Oh, I answered that on the online application," he pointed out. The young woman who looked more like a mushroom on the incredibly high chair looked up at him, a smug-humoring look on her face. "I worked at a restaurant back in Plymouth. Lone Star, also Outback for a year."

Outback was an out and out lie but Eva had faked being his manager at Outback, apparently glorifying him as her best worker. He was glad they were on good terms - that and, he was glad to be alive. If only his helpful poltergeist could have helped with the interview process.

"Uhuh," she replied, nodding. "What do you think makes you qualified for this job," she asked, tilting her head.

"Besides my -- qualifications?" he asked, sitting up a bit straighter.

"Yes, Prettyboy," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're in an interview. Sort of like, you're selling yourself - sell yourself to me, Ford McKenie."

Ford thought he could hear a hint of flirtation in her voice but decided to completely ignore that and his newfound nickname. He had a feeling if he took this job that he would hear that name a lot more.

"I'm a hard worker," he offered.

"Good," she said, smiling. "Continue," her eyebrow raising.

"I never stop until a job is done and I'm not very clumsy. I'm also personable and punctual." He nodded along to his own list about himself before hitting a blank wall at, 'prophetically dreams' and left that unsaid.

"Look, one of our waiters quit yesterday," she said, setting down her clipboard and folding her hands on the table. "You're more than qualified to host - but we have hosts. If you're open to waiting - and you do well at waiting tables then we'll see about a hosting job. Can you start training today? Are you interested," she asked.

"Yes," Ford replied, nodding.

"OK." Her calm, professional demeanor relaxed as she smiled, revealing a set of pearly whites. "Welcome Aboard, Ford!"

Ford returned her smile with one that was equally white but a lot more strained. His new manager whined and looked like she was Laura Ingalls Wilder's youngest sister. OK, probably second youngest. But he had a job now. Hopping up from the chair, she told Ford to stay there. Ford utilized this time, pulling out his cell phone, texting Eddie back the good news and then texting Eva. He couldn't have done this without her help. He owed her. Probably lunch.

He was now a waiter at Pole.

- Whoever's winning [I don't actually follow like, anything, but if there happens to be a game or match or whatever on I'll cheer for whoever's winning]
- My boyfriend [when he takes out the garbage, when he throws something and it lands in the garbage, when he goes out to accomplish something, anytime really, he's worth cheer enough]
- My ridiculously helpful ghost who's decided our cohabitation doesn't suck
- Snow [it's beautiful, isn't it?]
- Obama [I think I cheered for Obama]
- Sleep [love sleep]

[I am reclaiming my life! Not that anything traumatizing happened to me ... recently ... but in the way that, I'm getting one. Somehow. Possibly by clubbing. Or making like a tree and branching out! Yeah, I know. Crickets. Crickets. I'm not a joke-guy. But, I'm funny! ... Sort of. I'm not as brooding as I used to be. That's for sure. What's the point of this, you ask? I don't know. Possibly, to get a life?

That said.

Talk to me! I rock.

OK, I'm kidding. And don't worry Eddie, you are enough for me. But, I need to do -- something else besides hang with you and Casper [which, essentially, the ghost hates. I mentioned the name inside the apartment and a pillow definitely was thwapped off the bed so keep the name on the down low, you know, the DL]...I never said I was hip.

What is there to do in New York, again? It's been too damn long.

I also need a job. But one thing at a time!]

[Joey Tribbiani: "Why do you have to break up with her? Be a man. Just stop calling."

-- Friends]

"There's a lot of good about Eddie," Ford said, a smile on his face as his words formed. "But, one of the really good things has to be that he's a guy -- in a lot of ways, save for the whole, emotionally stunted way. He has this...humor to him. Not exactly dry and not straight forward either. And he talks to me. Actually talks." Taking a breath, Ford took a sip of water before setting his glass down. "And thanks for the water. Anyway," he continued. "What happened with Eddie and I...More like, what didn't happen was on account of me. I left. Twice. In my defense, we had had sex twice in high school and neither time seemed all that special."

"Did you have sex with a lot of men back then?" the therapist asked, pen to clipboard. Ford was always wary of what he said in therapy but he knew there was patient/doctor confidentiality and that usually was enough for him.

"No," he replied, a little offended. "Honestly. Only him. Twice. But he was 'straight,'" he said, using air quotes. "You know how it is."

"And you, Ford?"

"And me, what?" he asked, turning his head slowly.

"And you. Were you 'straight' back then?" she asked, as if air quotes had actually been used. But she wasn't the air quotes type it seemed.

"I had a girlfriend who broke up with me junior year." She seemed to take not of this, literally, as her pen started to move. "But, I'm gay. Or - bi - but, that's not the point. You weren't there. You can't understand. It's not like I knew that I loved Eddie back then. I had deep feelings, he was my best friend at one time."

"And he's not your best friend now?"

"No, he is. I mean, then. After he - I got committed. For a Summer. It wasn't really great for my social life," he said, sighing. "But, can we focus on the quote? That's what this is about. The quote. So, I'm reacting to the quote."

"Okay."

"Fine. So, my point before. My point is that Eddie, while being a guy, doesn't act like the typical straight, macho, hide my feelings type guy." He paused, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you going to write something down?"

"Excuse me?"

"You wrote something down when I talked about high school and now your pen isn't moving. It's on the page. You're not even attempting to write."

"Well--" she started.

"It's like you're not listening."

"I am."

"I know," he replied, as if offended by the idea that she would think Ford didn't know that. "Anyway, I love Eddie and Eddie is a good boyfriend. There. That's my point." The therapist nodded, breathing in a sigh as her lips curled up into a very slight grin. "I'm ... gonna' go," Ford finally said, a little annoyed. "...Thanks."

- When I'm thirsty the faucet turns on
- When I'm cold the fire place turns on
- Lost objects suddenly appear in the bowl by the door
- I seriously think the air handed me a towel this morning after my shower
- Pretty sure my bed was not made this morning yet when I came home...
- I haven't done anything to provoke it
- If I don't react to the faucet or the fireplace, they're turned off

[Eddie, im_nohenley, used with permission.]

Shaking off the insomnia had been a feat Ford was proud of. It didn't stop him from waking up in the middle of the night, however. The young psychic glanced over Eddie's sleeping form and saw that it was three in the morning. Sighing, he stepped off the bed and crossed to the doorway. A glass of water sounded great right about then. Sighing, Ford closed the door to his and Eddie's bedroom before making his way into the kitchen - not bothering to turn on any lights.

Grabbing a glass out of the cabinet, Ford turned on the sink, tap water acceptable in the middle of the night before bringing the glass to his mouth.

All of a sudden, Ford heard a crackle as he set down his glass. Making a face, Ford left the room he was in and spotted the fireplace across from him. It was on, the flames crackling and dancing around each other.

He didn't remember leaving the fireplace on or even turning it on in the first place but he was half asleep. And it wasn't as if the apartment was warm. He welcomed the fire. He would have welcomed it more had been started by him indefinitely. But, he couldn't remember. Maybe he had. Walking over to it, Ford pressed the switch, the flames dying down.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ford thought he saw something. "Eddie?" he asked, turning his head. But, Eddie didn't answer him. The sink however, did, the faucet turned on again, water cascading out. "I turned it..." Ford started, making his way back into the kitchen and turning it off - again.

"Hey," a voice said from behind Ford, startling him and causing him to yelp. "Sorry," Eddie replied.

"It's OK," Ford replied, his gaze fixed on the sink. Eddie came up behind Ford, wrapping his arms around the psychic's waist.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ford replied. "Let's...go back to sleep."

[Eddie, im_nohenley, used with permission.]

"Eddie," Ford called out, checking the bowl on the table by the door. "Hey, Eddie," he repeated, getting down on his hands and knees to see if what he was looking for had fallen. "E," he called out once again, sighing.

"What?" Eddie answered. When Ford turned around he was treated to the sight of his half naked boyfriend, complete with towel wrapped around his waist and toothbrush in the corner of his mouth. Removing the toothbrush, Eddie walked over to the kitchen and spit into the sink. "What? You called me. I'm here -- so, what?" he asked, coming back out of the kitchen.

Ford sat there, transfixed before snapping out of his trances, eyes moving to the floor. "My keys," he said, finally. "I put them in the key bowl. I mean, that's why there is a key bowl. For the keys. But mine aren't there. Yours are. Mine aren't. Did you take them by accident," he asked, pulling himself up.

"Yes," Eddie answered. "I grabbed them before I jumped in the shower. It seemed practical." His boyfriend glared at him and shook his head.

"You could have said no," Ford replied.

"What fun would that have been," Eddie asked, sticking the toothbrush back in his mouth. He then garbled out, "Take mine, I'm not going anywhere..." before disappearing back into their bedroom.

"OK," Ford replied, turning back and seeing what hadn't been there before. Or - he had just missed the fact that they were sitting there. Rubbing the middle of his forehead, Ford shook his head slowly, before licking his lips and grabbing his keys out of the key bowl. "I'm going crazy. That's it. Crazy."

- He was straight
- He didn't want to be with me
- He hated me
- He didn't miss me
- He wouldn't want a real relationship
- He didn't think about what happened in high school
- He wouldn't believe that I was psychic
- He wouldn't want to talk to me after finding out and not believing about me being psychic
- For the record, every assumption on here was wrong

[What exactly is a positive sign that your apartment is haunted? And not positive as in a 'yay' sign but positive as in - it's a true...sign of uh, haunting. I'm just wondering. Because, there have been - well, let's call them happenings and go from there.]

[What happened?]

When? What happened when? A lot's happened in the past few weeks. And not a lot as in like, a lot but it's felt like a lot. Eddie and I found an apartment. And we've grown closer. I'm starting the crave the guy like oxygen and chocolate. That's definitely interesting.

But I return to when. Because you have to be specific. I mean, yeah, we all have different lives. But? I don't know what you mean. What happened when? And I know I'm supposed to be truthful but it's hard to be truthful when I don't know what you mean.

What could mean a lot. A hell of a lot. So, uh. I don't really know how to answer this. Like I said, we have an apartment now. What happened with the previous owner was some sort of homicidal foul play. So, I got it as a steal. So, that's what happened with that.

What else...what happened? Eddie loves the place. When we walked in and dropped our respective bags he got that look on his face. You know...that look. And well, two hours later we finally moved from where we were and we went shopping. We needed sheets and things. And food. A lot of food. Because Eddie eats everything in sight.

Everything.

You should have been there, though. Shopping with Eddie is like shopping with the wife I don't have. And I'm not trying to be mean but he checks each fruit or vegetable for a good look -- without bruises and he has several brands that he likes which I'll have to remember. I took some mental notes.

It was nice to go to the store though.

Fuck it. What happened? I fell in love with the guy. That's what happened.

- Chinese food which has to be take-out
- Soup
- Club crackers
- Attention
- Television
- Cuddling
- Tea
- Eddie being a complete dork
- Eddie being there at all
- Naps

["What, you've never been bored? Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?" - The Doctor]

The apartment Ford and Eddie found wasn't small by any right. In fact, just the opposite. It was a newly vacated penthouse. The previous occupant had been murdered. While this was gruesome and unfortunate it meant the apartment itself wasn't as expensive as it could be and it came fully furnished. Who was Ford to say no to some dead guy's sloppy seconds?

He was just happy to get out of that hotel room.

Their final night, Ford gave Eddie what he had promised, the hotel hot tub empty until about four AM when a young Newlywed Couple asked if they could join them. Luckily, the two men had slipped their swim trunks on and the couple didn't ask why Ford was sitting against Eddie. The wife found them cute and only hoped she and her husband would be that cute in a month.

Nonetheless, moving day wasn't such a big deal considering each men had a bag of stuff.

"Uhh," Eddie said, coming out of the bathroom that connected to their bedroom. "The front of the cabinet is off its hinges," he said, using his thumb to point back. Ford stood there, dropping his back, sighing.

"Okay..."

He and Eddie spent the afternoon picking up linens, sheets, and a tool kit, as well as a week's worth of groceries. Dropping the bags in the kitchen, Ford turned back to Eddie. "So, I can put this stuff away. Can you work on the cabinet," he asked, handing Eddie the tool kit and scissors to open it with. He even flashed his boyfriend a smile, Eddie melting into a begrudging yes.

An hour later, both Ford and Eddie were on the bathroom floor attempting to fix the front of the bottom cabinet.

"It may just be me," Ford said. "But, I'm kind of sick of this," he added, looking up at Eddie who was sitting against the bathtub.

"You're not the one whose head's this close to the toilet," Eddie shot back, crawling over. Instead of attempting to help Ford, he climbed ontop of his boyfriend, laying down, his eyes closing. Ford's eyes lowered as he laughed. Setting down the hammer, Ford sighed and laid back, bored of what he was doing and very comfortable.

"We'll hire someone," he said, resting his arms around Eddie.

Things that remind me of Eddie Forbes

- Football
- Hoodies
- GPS
- An island in a kitchen
- Peanut butter & jelly sandwiches
- Infidelity
- Love
- "Where You Lead, I Will Follow" l the song
- She's the Man l the movie
- Hotel porn
- That stupid bag that will be replaced with real dressers and more clothes when we get an apartment
- The 'nook' l why yes, I borrowed a phrase from Carrie Bradshaw
- Old Spice

People who make me smile

- Eddie
- Mama Forbes l she sent us cookies
- Baleigh Solis

[Eddie, im_nohenley used with permission and love.]

["I have seen what a laugh can do. It can transform almost unbearable tears into something bearable, even hopeful." - Bob Hope]

The first time Ford smiled, really smiled at Eddie, his lover had woken him up to real food from outside of the hotel room. Forbes had coffee and fast food in his hands and Ford held the coffees while Eddie set everything on the table in their hotel room. Now, anyone who gave him coffee in the morning was akin to God in Ford's eyes, but Eddie was a special breed of God.

He was a God who had followed Ford to New York no matter how much he denied it. Ford knew and deep down it felt good.

It took a few days before Ford laughed. It was Eddie's turn to order room service. Ford had ordered it every time before and he accused Eddie of not having phone skills. So, Eddie challenged him, picking up the phone. Unfortunately, there were numbers and there was no button marked, 'room service.'

"What," Ford asked, smirking.

Eddie stared down at the numbers, tilting his head. He would have scratched it had that fulfilled every 'thinking man' stereotype. "Nothing," Eddie assured him. "I just - I'm thinking about what I want."

"And you can't do that while listening to the ring?" Ford asked, goading him on.

"No, it would distract me and then I would waste the guy's time. This way, I can make a decision and then dial."

"Makes sense," Ford said with a mocking shrug. "What are you going to dial?" Ford felt that telling Eddie about the number grid under the phone would be too easy and a lot less amusing.

"Room service," Eddie said.

"What's room service's number?"

Out of frustration, Eddie hung up the phone, standing up in a huff. Forbes may have been frustrated and a little perturbed but Ford was laughing, hard. And it felt good.