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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
4,303
Reviews:
48
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Ten
Thanks to Anon, dewy, and animegirl007 for reviewing:)
\"Sorry about dumping all of that on you. I guess I’ve just been carrying that around for so long that… I dunno.” Sean started.
“You know what you should do?”
“What?”
“You should get into acting.”
“Acting? Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Look, acting is ‘doing truthfully in the imaginary world.’ But in the imaginary world, anything goes, right? You could get all
of your frustrations out, yell, scream, cry, go crazy, get away with murder, and all other kinds of shit.”
“So acting’s like, really your thing.”
“In a big way. I can’t wait for the day when I get to walk the red carpet, climb the Kodak theatre stairs to the stage and get to
thank God, my mama, my fans and my agent when I win my first Oscar. Damn it, there is no other life for me. I mean- to be immortalized on the silver screen… There’s no beating that.”
“Well, I guess it won’t hurt to look into it.”
“Damn right it won’t.”
************
“Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love.”
~Toni Morrison
Present
Just as Sean had come back from his quest for caffeine, he found Rosalyn standing outside, ready and waiting as he pulled up in front of her building.
“Took you long enough. Cappucino?” She asked as she got into the car.
“French vanilla.” ‘Your favorite.’ He thought to himself.
“Thanks.” ‘He remembered.’ She thought to herself.
“You’re welcome.” After shifting gears, he turned the radio on low, just in case there were any of those excruciating, awkward pauses. But the commercial for herbal medication to improve a man’s performance seemed to heighten his sense of being slightly uncomfortable.
“Hey, we just might make it on time.” Talking over the announcer.
“Why’d you go and say that? You’ve jinx us now. Now we’re really going to be late.” She said off handedly while she reached for the radio button, scanning through different stations.
“Oh, yeah, like that’s going to happen.”
Unfortunately, Rosalyn was right. Three blocks away from the expressway entrance, they were trapped on the other side of the
street by an extremely slow freight train.
“Damn. I don’t care what you say or think; it’s still a coincidence. An unfortunate coincidence.”
“Don’t worry. As long as we get on the expressway in the next fifteen minutes, we’ll be fine.” She soothed.
“If we get there…” he muttered, drumming his long fingers impatiently on the top of the steering wheel. The abrupt change in his expression seemed as if a light bulb just went off in his head.
“Well, at least now we have the time to talk.” He said lightly, turning down Breaking Benjamin’s “So Cold.” He kept his eyes straight forward, only looking at her with his peripheral vision.
“Oh, um… Yea, looks like.” She said, taking off the top of her ice cappuccino and taking a huge gulp. The ice bits stung her front teeth a little, but she continued to chug it.
“What you said yesterday, after… Did you mean it? Did it really mean nothing to you?”
Rosalyn released an overly exaggerated mix of a groan and a sigh; much like that of a petulant child.
“Oh, do we have to talk about that now?”
“Hey, it was your idea.” He said calmly.
“Alright, alright. You don’t have to yell.”
“I didn’t yell.” He said, looking at her with a confused expression.
“Well, you don’t have to be mean about it.”
“I wasn’t being- no. Your stall tactics aren’t going to work. So did it mean something to you? Do I mean something to you? Yay
or nay?”
“Yay. I mean nay. I mean… it can’t mean anything. Not now, not ever. It was a mistake.”
“Why?” He asked, trying to hide the look of dismay on his face.
“Well, for starters, bad publicity, cause you’re the stud of the show, and should seem available.”
“That is a sad, sorry excuse, if I ever heard one. Coupled by the fact that co stars date and marry all of the time, and the public
doesn’t screw them over on it. If anything, they feed on it, hoping it’ll work out for them. So that’s it then? That’s the best bull shit excuse you could come up with, huh? Tsk, tsk, sweetheart.” He finished, shaking his head all the while.
“It’ll interrupt our work relationship. Everyone on the set will talk.” His response was a mere arch of an eyebrow. She gave another sigh.
“Look, bottom line? I just don’t want to be in a relationship with you again, alright? I’ve had enough emotional trauma for now, and I don’t want to be bothered. And I know that the whole having sex with you didn’t help-“
“Didn’t hurt, either.”
“But it was just a one time thing.”
“But it doesn’t have to be.”
“There’s no way in hell we’d ever work out.”
“Really? Care to enlighten me as to why?” The cars honking behind him stopped him from looking at her, noticing the train was
gone, allowing traffic to move again. He put the car in drive as she gave her response.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” She turned the music up just a bit to avoid the silence.
TBC
A/N: Hope this chapter was alright... I wish this was longer, I wish I was able to post it sooner as well as update regularly, but I\'m a slacker. At least, I haven\'t given up on it, and I hope to wrap this up soon so that I may start my new fiction \"The Tigress.\" Hope this chapter was okay...
\"Sorry about dumping all of that on you. I guess I’ve just been carrying that around for so long that… I dunno.” Sean started.
“You know what you should do?”
“What?”
“You should get into acting.”
“Acting? Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Look, acting is ‘doing truthfully in the imaginary world.’ But in the imaginary world, anything goes, right? You could get all
of your frustrations out, yell, scream, cry, go crazy, get away with murder, and all other kinds of shit.”
“So acting’s like, really your thing.”
“In a big way. I can’t wait for the day when I get to walk the red carpet, climb the Kodak theatre stairs to the stage and get to
thank God, my mama, my fans and my agent when I win my first Oscar. Damn it, there is no other life for me. I mean- to be immortalized on the silver screen… There’s no beating that.”
“Well, I guess it won’t hurt to look into it.”
“Damn right it won’t.”
************
“Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love.”
~Toni Morrison
Present
Just as Sean had come back from his quest for caffeine, he found Rosalyn standing outside, ready and waiting as he pulled up in front of her building.
“Took you long enough. Cappucino?” She asked as she got into the car.
“French vanilla.” ‘Your favorite.’ He thought to himself.
“Thanks.” ‘He remembered.’ She thought to herself.
“You’re welcome.” After shifting gears, he turned the radio on low, just in case there were any of those excruciating, awkward pauses. But the commercial for herbal medication to improve a man’s performance seemed to heighten his sense of being slightly uncomfortable.
“Hey, we just might make it on time.” Talking over the announcer.
“Why’d you go and say that? You’ve jinx us now. Now we’re really going to be late.” She said off handedly while she reached for the radio button, scanning through different stations.
“Oh, yeah, like that’s going to happen.”
Unfortunately, Rosalyn was right. Three blocks away from the expressway entrance, they were trapped on the other side of the
street by an extremely slow freight train.
“Damn. I don’t care what you say or think; it’s still a coincidence. An unfortunate coincidence.”
“Don’t worry. As long as we get on the expressway in the next fifteen minutes, we’ll be fine.” She soothed.
“If we get there…” he muttered, drumming his long fingers impatiently on the top of the steering wheel. The abrupt change in his expression seemed as if a light bulb just went off in his head.
“Well, at least now we have the time to talk.” He said lightly, turning down Breaking Benjamin’s “So Cold.” He kept his eyes straight forward, only looking at her with his peripheral vision.
“Oh, um… Yea, looks like.” She said, taking off the top of her ice cappuccino and taking a huge gulp. The ice bits stung her front teeth a little, but she continued to chug it.
“What you said yesterday, after… Did you mean it? Did it really mean nothing to you?”
Rosalyn released an overly exaggerated mix of a groan and a sigh; much like that of a petulant child.
“Oh, do we have to talk about that now?”
“Hey, it was your idea.” He said calmly.
“Alright, alright. You don’t have to yell.”
“I didn’t yell.” He said, looking at her with a confused expression.
“Well, you don’t have to be mean about it.”
“I wasn’t being- no. Your stall tactics aren’t going to work. So did it mean something to you? Do I mean something to you? Yay
or nay?”
“Yay. I mean nay. I mean… it can’t mean anything. Not now, not ever. It was a mistake.”
“Why?” He asked, trying to hide the look of dismay on his face.
“Well, for starters, bad publicity, cause you’re the stud of the show, and should seem available.”
“That is a sad, sorry excuse, if I ever heard one. Coupled by the fact that co stars date and marry all of the time, and the public
doesn’t screw them over on it. If anything, they feed on it, hoping it’ll work out for them. So that’s it then? That’s the best bull shit excuse you could come up with, huh? Tsk, tsk, sweetheart.” He finished, shaking his head all the while.
“It’ll interrupt our work relationship. Everyone on the set will talk.” His response was a mere arch of an eyebrow. She gave another sigh.
“Look, bottom line? I just don’t want to be in a relationship with you again, alright? I’ve had enough emotional trauma for now, and I don’t want to be bothered. And I know that the whole having sex with you didn’t help-“
“Didn’t hurt, either.”
“But it was just a one time thing.”
“But it doesn’t have to be.”
“There’s no way in hell we’d ever work out.”
“Really? Care to enlighten me as to why?” The cars honking behind him stopped him from looking at her, noticing the train was
gone, allowing traffic to move again. He put the car in drive as she gave her response.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” She turned the music up just a bit to avoid the silence.
TBC
A/N: Hope this chapter was alright... I wish this was longer, I wish I was able to post it sooner as well as update regularly, but I\'m a slacker. At least, I haven\'t given up on it, and I hope to wrap this up soon so that I may start my new fiction \"The Tigress.\" Hope this chapter was okay...