♫ maroon 5 - one more night
[collab with cutie @carlyyy :DD]
I stirred the pot filled with the mixture of fried rice I had spent the last hour making. I wasn’t too bad of a cook and whenever we had the cook at the house when I was younger I stared in complete awe. Cooking relaxed me and when I couldn’t afford anything when I started out here in L.A. cooking helped me out a lot. It also helped on nights when I wanted to stay low profile and not go out and attract attention, so instead I was cooking dinner, having some wine and watching Netflix. The public would be amazed by how I really spent my free time. I heard the door knocked and I was caught off guard, who’d be knocking on my door, especially right now at this time.
I walked towards the door and looked through the peephole and I pulled back with a sigh and opened the door, “Tom.”
He smirked at me, “Hey Amelia.”
I smirked back at him, “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to hang out with my friend.”
I nodded, “All your other ones were busy?” I crossed my arms across my chest.
“It is Friday night.” He shrugged, “Or maybe I just wanted to see you… my friend.” He reiterated with a smirk.
I sighed, “Alright, come in.” I could hear a voice in the back on my head telling me this was dangerous, but for some reason I wasn’t listening.
“Thanks…” He paused, following me as we walked in, “What’s that smell?” He smiled.
“Fried rice. I made it for dinner.” I smiled.
“Sounds good.” He gave me a smile.
I smirked, “So do you want to stay and have some?” I raised a brow knowing that’s what he was hinting at.
“I would love to have dinner with you.” He winked as I chuckled lightly.
I laughed softly as I led him towards the kitchen, "So, how's your girlfriend?" I asked him as I spooned rice onto two plates, because I thought it was the appropriate thing to do... Not because I wanted to.
He took a seat at the kitchen table and paused for a few moments before speaking up, "Carolyn broke up with me." He said simply as I dropped the serving spoon I was using and turned towards him with wide eyes.
"What?! How..." I said confused as he just laughed. How could they have just broken up... I mean they were in a serious relationship. I know Hollywood ones tend to fizzle quicker than most, but still!
“What do you mean how? She just broke up with me and then left.”
“But…” I said until he interrupted me.
“And I think she might be seeing one of my friends.” He told me and I’m sure his ego was a little bruised, and I couldn’t blame him though. How? I was still extremely confused.
“I am so confused right now…” I trailed off as I walked over and sat down next to him, “I thought she was so in love with you and-“
“I told you Amelia, our relationship wasn’t really what you thought it was.”
“So tell me!” I pleaded, “Stop saying that and tell me what it really is then.” I asked him.
He sighed, “I don’t know if I can.”
“Tom!! Come on. You guys aren’t even together anymore.” I exclaimed.
"My manager might not..." He started as I raised my brow.
"Your manager... What does that have anything to do with your relationship with Carolyn??"
He gave me a look, "It can't get out... If I tell you."
I gave him a confused look, “What? Seriously? What is it?!”
He shrugged, “It was a publicity stunt…” I narrowed my eyes at him, “Well, not exactly a publicity. I mean our agents set us up, it’s not like I didn’t like her, because I did, it’s just... we didn’t click and it was just boring. We had sex, it was like we were together, but it was missing something. We dated, but I wanted others… I really wanted you.” He gave me a look.
“So you guys have been fake dating?”
He nodded, “Definitely. I mean I did like her, just not enough. It was kind of a blow to my ego, but it’s over now.” He shrugged.
“Who’s the guy?” I asked him.
I groaned and rolled my eyes, “Seriously?” He nodded, “God, I hate that guy.”
“How do you know him?” He raised a brow.
“He’s my best friends sister.” I scoffed, “He hates me for no reason and makes it known, so I hate him back.”
“I hate him too.” He smirked, “We have something in common.”
I grinned, “I think we have a little more in common than just that.” I said with a smile, “So, let’s not dwell on the sh*tty stuff and eat the food I made.” I winked.
I piled the plates with food and handed him one, “Thanks. So Netflix?” He smirked.
I nodded, “Yep, I was going to watch movies. And drink.” I winked, “Do you want a beer?”
He nodded, “Sure, that sounds good.” I grabbed him a beer and grabbed my wine as we headed towards the living room, “This is a nice place, by the way.”
I smiled, “Thanks…” We sat down, “By the way, I’m not going to tell anyone about you and Cara.”
“Thank you. It’s not that I really care if people find out. It just doesn’t look very good for either of us…” He trailed off and I could almost understand. This business could be very harsh; one moment you were on top and the next you were nothing to the world. It sucked, honestly.
I nodded and smiled once again, “I understand. So, what do you want to watch?” I asked, turning on Netflix as he took a bite of the food, I hoped he liked it.
I could see him out of the corner of my eyes as he stared at my cleavage… typical guy as I tried not to smirk.
“We can watch whatever you want. But, I have to share a secret with you first… I hate watching movies.” He admitted to me and I raised my eyebrows.
“What?! You’re an actor!” I yelled out, my eyes wide as I took a sip of my wine.
He shrugged at me, “Which is exactly why. I make movies every day, I don’t want to go home and watch them.”
“Then you should have told me before, we don’t have to watch a movie.” I told him as I gazed at him
“I already intruded on your plans, I figured I’d suck it up for two hours.” He told me with a shrug.
“I don’t mind!” I exclaimed, “We can just do something else.”
He grinned at me, swallowing, “Like what?”
I stayed quiet as I tried to think of something, “I don’t know.” I said coming up blank.
He laughed, “Where are you from originally? I might as well get to know my co-star better.”
I grinned, “Really?” I winked.
“Do you have a better idea of what we could do?” He asked with a smirk and all I could think of was kissing him…
I sighed, “New York, right in Manhattan. With my parents and sister until I was 12, then they divorced and Aria moved here with my father and I stayed with my mom.” I shrugged.
“They spilt you up?” He asked, giving me a sympathetic life.
I shrugged, “No, they said that we had the choice of who to live with. Aria wanted to go with my father and I wanted to stay where my home was... We got into a fight over it and we split.” I said sadly as I hated thinking about that part of my childhood.
“That sucks…” He said with a frown.
I nodded, “It’s not the best. I mean, I just now realized how much it really sucked being with out my sister when I saw her…”
“I can’t imagine being without my sibling, if I had one, nonetheless a twin.”
I grinned, “Until the divorce we were attached at the hip. We did everything together.”
“So what brought you out here?”
I sighed, “Partly, I wanted to see Aria… but I also came here to see if I could make it as an actor.
“And may I say you did.” He said with a wink, making me giggle.
I lightly shoved him, “Can you be anymore cheesy?”
“I could try, but you might not like it.” He grinned making me laugh even more.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. I knew I was that funny and sarcastic girl in those Judd Apatow-esq movies, but I want to be more now…” I trailed off.
“I feel you. I’m tired of being the sexy heartthrob lead in meaningless movies. I want to do more… I want to f*cking win an Oscar.”
I smiled, “You will. Don’t worry; you’re a pretty damn good actor. People are stupid if they think any less of you. So now that I have spilled some of my secrets you have to share yours. Tell me about your childhood.”
He shrugged, “Uhm, I grew up in Santa Monica. My parents are divorced too, but I still see both of them and am pretty close to them and I’m an only child. My life is pretty boring and normal.”
“Right, because every person grows up to be a millionaire star who everyone know.” I said jokingly with a smirk, making him laugh.
“That’s not what I meant! I’m just saying, I’m not interesting. I want to hear more about you…” He trailed off, sexily and all I wanted was him. Right now. On this couch.
“Whatever.” He said seriously with a shrug.
I fell silent and bit my lip, trying to think of what else to tell him without giving too much away. I was never one to spill my deepest and darkest secrets.
Suddenly, he leaned forward on the couch, cupped my chin and kissed me, softly at first, but as soon as I melted into the kiss. At first all I wanted was to push him away, slap him and make him leave, but I couldn’t. It felt so amazing that I just wanted him even more… I slipped my tongue into his mouth.
“Thomas…” I quietly murmured against his lips before kissing him again as his hands slid around my waist and pulled me closer to him on his lap, but then my thoughts kicked in… I couldn’t do this.
“Tom…” I breathed, pulling away.
“We can’t do this.” I said, shaking my head.
“Why not?!” He exclaimed and looked at me for an answer.
“Because!!” I yelled, not sure exactly what to say, but there had to be something… something.
His arms still stayed wrapped around my arms loosely around my waist, “Give me a reason. Seriously.”
“Well,” I said with a pause and I couldn’t think of anything at all and sighed, “I don’t know.” My shoulders slumped.
“Then why are you fighting it?!” He asked me, “I like you a lot! And I know you like me, don’t deny it. We have amazing chemistry and have from the beginning, so why are you stopping now?”
I swallowed, “Am I being a skank? By going after a guy that barely just broke up with his girlfriend? I know it was for publicity, but still! My work means a lot to me and I’d hate to be seen as the new Angelina!” I rambled.
He pushed back my hair, “You didn’t break Carolyn and I up. We were nothing even before you. It was just sex and…” He paused, “Not much else and the sex was because we both needed it. When I met you that night I realized that Carolyn was just not for me.”
“So I came in the picture and ruined things?” I said with a pout on my face.
He pushed my hair out of my face, “God no. I swear… You were there and I don’t know… I was drawn to you. Honestly, I would never have gone over and hit on someone in public like I did with you…” He sighed, “I knew I was risking it, but I didn’t care…”
“Tom…” I breathed out, putting my head down, my hair falling around my face like a curtain.
“I’m single… you’re single. I just don’t see the problem…” He said, grabbing my chin, pulling it up to look me dead in the eye. He leaned forward to kiss me gently and I melted into him.
I pressed my body into his and it felt so f*cking good. The sexual tension between us since we had met had been unbearable, but now, finally it was amazing.
I slowly pulled away and he groaned, "You're killing me… you can't keep stopping me."
I smirked, "Are you sure about this?"
He nodded, pulling me closer to kiss me again, "I'm being serious when I say i like you."
"So…" I trailed off, wondering where this was going. I had never been in a relationship, ever. All it ever was was sex and now it seemed foreign to me. I really did like him and I didn't want to f*ck it up.
"So let me keep kissing you." He smirked and kissed me again, making me grin against his lips.
I giggled and pulled away, "Is that all you want? To kiss me?"
He shrugged, "I don't know yet."
"Okay…" I trailed off.
He smiled at me, "I want to take you out on a date."
I looked up at him with a smile, "Really?"
"So before we get back to the kissing, we should discuss how were going to act in public..." I said slowly.
I raised his brows, "How do you want to act?"
I shrugged, "No matter what, the press is going to ask if we're dating… Do we just say we're co-stars? Or…"
"We can say that, it's really whatever you want Amelia." He pushed my hair away from my face.
“We can just tell them we’re friends for now.” I smiled at him, “Then after a while we can… tell them.” I smiled at him, “If this progresses…” I smirked making him grin.
“Definitely.” He kissed me again, deeper this time.
“God, has anyone told you that you’re an amazing kisser.” I breathed out against his lips.
He smirked, “Maybe, but you’re better.”