Frederick took a step back while he watched what he could only call insanity unfold right before his very eyes. He literally pouted at Jamie when he wasn't recognized, the frail ego of the would-be celebrity in him irked no end. A has been at twenty-six. Wonderful, he thought with a sigh.
"Frederick Slade? Your dad worked for my father? Aw, come on! We used to hang out all the time, Kiki! You're gonna pretend not to know me now? Is it because of the porn? I thought you were cooler than that, man." Okay, so Frederick could be more than a little needy. He'd never claimed he wasn't, he would have said if called on it. "Oh, my God. I could have killed you!" he rambled on. "I'm so sorry, man." Frederick winced. "And sorry I yelled... kinda freaked out a little," he finished sheepishly.