DreamInColour
© 2004
By the end of the day Dom was leaning on
Dylan’s shoulder completely asleep. They were sitting in the limo that had
taken them to the theatre and subsequent interviews. They had all literally
been up and moving for approximately ten to twelve hours. She tapped his arm
when the car stopped, “Dom, we’re here.”
“Five more minutes.” He mumbled into her arm.
“The faster you move the faster you get to the
room where your bed is.” She tried.
That did it; he crawled over her and out of the
car. Even though he was tired he sighed autographs for the people that had
crowded around the hotel door and in the lobby. He breathed a sigh of relief as
the two entered the elevator, “I have no idea how Orli and Lij do that all the
time.” He said with a yawn.
“I guess you do what you gotta do.” She said
with a shrug.
“Whatever they do I’m glad I don’t have to on a
regular basis.” Dom said as they got off on their floor. “Are you waking me up
tomorrow morning?” He asked as they both slipped their keys into their
respective doors.
“Only if you’re still sleeping at ten.” She
said with a smile.
“I just might be. Good night Dylan.”
“Night Dom.”
The light on her phone was blinking when she
got in. She debated listening to the messages then reasoned that she’d never
sleep with that red light blinking at her. She picked up the phone, “Hey D
it’s Em I’m not home tonight but call me tomorrow. I’m DYING for details woman.
If you don’t call me I’ll hunt you down. Oh yeah did you see Orlando today?
Isn’t he scrumptious? Call me…call me.” Dylan laughed and planned to call
her friend the next day. The next few messages were calls from Dom’s agent and
people who wanted to get in touch with him over the press tour. She took all
the messages and worked into her schedule when she could call them back and
when they could meet with Dom.
The next message bothered her like his voice
always did. “It took me a full week to find you Dylan. Why the hell don’t
you get a real job so I don’t have to do that? Wellington New Zealand, who did
you follow there? Fuck Dylan, couldn’t you have done something worthwhile with
your life? We need to meet up when you’re in LA. Call me, I don’t care what
time.”
Like always she dialled the familiar number.
“Jason what the fuck crawled up your ass and died?” She asked when he answered.
“Nice to hear your voice little sis, when was
it you were planning on telling me you were following some Brit actor to the
far reaches of the fucking planet.”
“I’m
not following him you ingrate. I’m working for him.”
“Didn’t realize they paid whores to travel.”
“Oh that’s funny, yeah that’s rich. From a guy
who owns a fucking strip joint you really need to stop preaching about me
getting a job.”
“I own a business. NOBODY tells me what to do.”
“Right Jay and I need to find something
worthwhile, you make money off men’s hormones.”
“And you don’t? Tell me you aren’t fucking the
actor.”
“Fuck you Jason.” She slammed the phone down
and started pacing her room. “Who the hell does he think he is?” She muttered,
she really needed a smoke and she knew where to get one. Grabbing her card key
she was out of her room and down the hall before she could stop herself.
His shirt was unbuttoned like it had been that
morning and he was on cell phone, he eyed her strangely then stepped aside to
allow her in the room. “Hold on.” He said into the phone, pushing the phone
against he chest he regarded her, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
She looked him up and down inhaled slowly and
tried to control herself, something she hadn’t been able to do around him
lately, “I need a smoke.”
He jerked his head to the table, “They’re right
there, I didn’t know you smoked.”
Picking up the pack she walked over to him and
kissed him, hard. Licking his lips she smiled, “I like the taste of yours.” She
smiled at his rather shocked face, “Finish your phone call I’ll be on the
balcony.”
“Oh umm kay.” He said then stared as she opened
the door and stepped outside. He almost forgot that he was on the phone.
“H-hi sorry mom.” He spoke into the phone, “No
it was umm room service I was hungry…what…oh yeah it was a girl…n-no she umm
she went back downstairs…” He could see her silhouette leaning on the railing.
“…huh…oh umm yeah…of course…yeah I love you too…bye.”
“I’m sorry to bother you.” She said when he
joined her outside. She handed him a smoke and lit if or him. “My brother’s
just a fucking jack ass and all of a sudden I needed stress release.”
“Is this the same brother who had incentive to
quit smoking?” He asked.
“No that brother is Danny a saint and would
actually rip me a new one if he knew I was smoking now.” She inhaled slowly and
turned to look at him, “Jason would be the jack ass.”
“A jackass and a saint.” He smiled, “Any other
siblings?”
“No thank god.” She went to sit down in one of
the chairs and kicked her feet up on the railing.
He leaned back on the railing and looked at
her, “So you have two brothers. One you actually like the other not so much.
What did the jackass do?”
“Called me a whore and told me to get a real
job.”
He took a long drag before saying anything,
“You aren’t a whore and as far as I can tell your job is damn real.”
She flicked her but away and eyed him, “Coming
from you that’s an interesting observation.”
“How do you figure?” He was confused. “Your job
is legit and you know it.”
“Not the job Elijah, as you so gracefully
pointed out today we have never really had any sort of conversation. The last
two times we were alone together all we did was have sex, why would you not
think I was a whore?”
He shrugged, “Because I’ve met whores and you
don’t strike me as someone who is a whore, despite that wonderful articulation
of our relationship thus far. Besides I’ve never paid you for anything and I’ve
been told that’s required.”
“Either way I haven’t exactly presented myself
in a moral manor.” She argued.
“And I have?” He laughed, “You can let the
jackass judge you as much as you want but I’m sorry I’m not going to agree with
him.”
“Thank you I think.” She sat back, “So is this
us having a normal conversation?”
“Something like that.” He flicked his finished
smoke over the railing, “What does Jason do that allows him the pleasure of
saying you’re a whore who needs a real job?”
Dylan laughed, “He owns a strip club in
downtown LA.”
“Are you fucking joking me?” He laughed with
her, “Then why the hell do you care?”
“Cause he’s my older brother and I used to look
up to him.”
“Dylan you’re 25 with a good job and a slamming
future. Who gives a shit if a seedy strip club owner is pissed at you cause you
aren’t under his thumb anymore?”
“It’s easier said than done.”
“Well I’ll start off by saying it, you do it.”
She got up and walked to stand in front of him,
“I’m sorry.” She said.
“For what?” He asked leaning back on his elbows
trying to stop himself from grabbing her.
“I read this article, in it you said you like
waking up next to someone.”
He smiled and looked down, “Yeah I did say
that.”
“So I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologise, this, whatever
the hell this is, is complicated. I’m aware of that.”
“Okay then I won’t, but can you do me a
favour.” She asked.
“Uh sure what?”
“Sleep with me?” She asked.
He looked at her with a strange expression,
“W-what?”
“Sleep…” She said with a smile, “You lay in the
bed I lay in the bed we both close our eyes. Most people call it sleeping, what
do you call it?”
“Well I mean…are you sure?”
She laughed, “You know this is slightly ironic,
we’re having an extended conversation about going to sleep together. We never
talked this much before we had sex.”
“Yeah, yeah no I know it’s just…” He stopped
himself, “Okay.”
“Good.” She grabbed his hand and led him back
into the room, “Just make sure to wake me up tomorrow before ten, I have to get
Dom’s ass outta bed in time.”
The sound of the alarm arrived way sooner than
Dylan wanted it to, “Mmm.” She mumbled, “That’s loud.”
An arm reached over her and slammed down on the
offending machine, “You woke up didn’t you?” He asked near her ear.
“Huh?” Be good Dylan; for once be good around
him. “Oh yeah well still I think I had a heart attack.” She pulled herself up
into a sitting position.
He flopped onto her lap and groaned, “How about
we pretend like we don’t have to work and just lie here all day?”
She ran her fingers through his hair and
laughed softly, “As scaringly wonderful as that sounds…” That really was a
scary thought, not the suggestion but the notion that she enjoyed the idea of
the suggestion. “If I don’t wake Dom up soon he is never going to move.”
Raising his head he sat up and leaned back next
to her, “Good point. Hey…umm…thanks.”
She smiled at him, “You’re welcome but really I
was being selfish.”
“You were?”
“Sure.” She got up and stretched, “I wanted to
wake up with you too.” She blushed and looked down, “Now I uh really have to
wake your mate up, mind if I return for food?”
He shook his head; this woman was constantly
freaking him out. One second she’s pushing him away and using him, the next she
needs him. He ran a hand over his face, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Good.” She kissed her fingers and put them on
his lips, “Be back.” The she was gone. He flopped himself back on the bed and
lay there for a few minutes just thinking before he groggily pulled himself up
and went to have a shower.
Dylan did not at all expect to run into Torrie
letting herself out of Dom’s room. “Well I guess you told him huh?” She said
with a chuckle.
Torrie jumped and put a hand to her mouth to
stop the scream, “Dylan! You scared the shit out of me woman.”
Stepping up to her room and slipping the key in
the door Dylan smiled, “You didn’t answer my question.”
Blushing Torrie smiled, “Actually it’s not what
it looks like. I came down looking for you, cause Billy umm had an umm friend
over and I could hear…” She waved her hand and stuck out her tongue in disgust,
“Anyway I came to your room looking for a refuge. You obviously…” She eyed the
door Dylan had come out of, “…weren’t there. I guess I was loud cause Dom heard
me knocking.”
“I’m surprised, he was dead tired.” Dylan
leaned on her open door and crossed her arms in front of her, “That still
doesn’t explain why you’re leaving.”
Torrie smiled, “He was tired, said I could come
in but I’d have to sleep so that’s what I did. We just woke up and he wanted to
startle you by being ready. He’s in the shower…” She pointed with a blush back
at the room, “I thought it best if I showered in my own room.”
Dylan laughed, “Damn the irresistible hobbits.”
Torrie sighed, “You said it.”
“Well a shower sounds simply wonderful, I’ll
see you later I hope? You know so we can umm discuss the schedules.” She raised
an eyebrow.
“Right, schedules.” Torrie laughed, “I’ll be
there. Umm do you think you could not tell Lij…” She trailed off.
“Tell him what, I didn’t see anything.”
“Thanks.”
“Any time.” Dylan went into her room and leaned
on her door, sometimes she wondered why she’d wanted a job in this business.
“This is the only seat left?” Dylan asked after
she was finally allowed onto the aircraft. The cast had done a public entering
of the plane, then ‘everyone else’ was allowed. It was ridiculous but from all
the flashes she’d seen and that absurd stunt a couple of girls had done to get
Orlando’s attention she assumed it’d do a good run online.
She eyed the reason for the stunt who smiled up
at her, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He patted the seat next to him.
Sitting down next to him she smiled back, “It’s
not a bad thing I’m just worried that you might flash me.”
He threw his head back and laughed, “It was the
only thing I could think of to do in response to them.” *author’s note* click
here for reference to what they are talking about.
“I think you made their collective years, not to
mention all the girlies on the Internet who are going to download those
pictures in the next few hours.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Hmm, I didn’t think of
that.”
“I can see it now, girl’s flash Orlando so he
flashes them back.” She put her hands up in front of her as if reading a
headline.
“They didn’t completely flash me, which is
disappointing.” He mused.
Smacking his arm she laughed, “That’s
disturbing and not something I want to see in the morning.”
“Don’t you always…”
She stopped him back putting a hand over his
mouth, “Stop that thought process Bloom, don’t even go there.”
Holding his hands up he smiled behind her hand,
“mgjmhgjmgh.” She removed her hand, “I’ll be good.”
“You’d better.” She tried to look threatening
but of course she couldn’t help but laugh when he made a face. Then she noticed
a phone in between their seats, “Hey do these things work?”
He yawned, “Compliments of whoever’s paying for
this jet.”
“Perfect.” Dylan smiled, if Emma wanted a phone
call then she’d get it.
“So what’s happening between you two?” Dom
asked.
“Between who?” Elijah played dumb.
“Fuck off Lij, you’ve been staring at her since
she sat down. Do I look like a fucking moron to you? Wait, don’t answer that.”
“I have no idea what’s happening and I’m too
busy right now to find out.”
“Uh huh. That was ‘stupid excuse’ brought to
you today by Elijah Wood.” Dom said sarcastically.
“Well fuck what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, take her out once?”
“Really? Do you think that’s a good idea? I
mean would she go?”
Dom rolled his eyes, “Honestly you are a wanker
ya know? I’m sure she yells a whole lot of affirmations at you when you’re
alone so I’m going to go out on a limb and say she’ll say yes.”
Elijah started laughing, “You’re a sick bastard
Dom.”
“This is what they tell me.”
“Why do you sound a million miles away?” Emma
asked.
“Cause I’m in the plane on my way to New York.”
“Are you serious??”
“As a disease.”
“Are you sitting with Dom?”
“I’m not really at liberty to say.” Dylan
teased.
“Well I’m liberty so start saying.”
“He needs his sleep Emma.”
Opening one eye Orlando smiled at Dylan,
“You’re torturing that woman aren’t you?”
“I have to get out my sadistic humour
somewhere, I don’t know you people well enough yet.” She moved the phone away
from her mouth and spoke to him.
Leaning forward he put his mouth to the phone,
“Hullo Emma.” He said then yawned, “Good night Emma.”
Dylan put the phone up to her ear, “Merry
Christmas.”
“Mercy I feel like I’ve just had an orgasm.”
“You’re welcome.”
“As lovely as that was I think I should
probably warn you, someone called the other day.”
“If you mean Jason I’ve already had the
unfortunate pleasure of speaking with him.”
“While that bastard should come with a warning
he’s not who I meant.”
“Who needs a warning then.”
“Rodney.”
Dylan froze, “Did he call?”
“Just after you left actually, he wants to get
together when you get back to LA.”
“Why after a year would he want that?”
“I don’t know D, I just thought I should give you
the heads up. He asked me if you’d every consider getting back together with
him, it seems he’s seen the error of his ways.” Emma was being sarcastic but
Dylan ignored it, this couldn’t have come at a worse time.
She’d been
in love with Rodney that’s true enough. When he’d broken up with her she’d felt
like her heart could never trust another man. Now right when she’s entertaining
the idea of trusting someone new he comes back. Did she still love him?
