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With her messenger
bag thrown over her shoulder and two take out dinners in a brown
paper bag along with a bottle of Merlot, Angelina entered the
apartment "Oh Luuuucy, I'm home!! And I brought us dinner
Angelina walked through
the living room into the kitchen to set down the food and begin
setting the table. As she turned around, she noticed that the
dinner table was already set, for three people.
who's coming to dinner?" Angelina said with a chuckle.
For some reason, that reminder her to return a video she rented
the day before.
As Sheridan walked out of her bedroom, she noticed Angelina
and the dinner and wine she brought home. "Oh sorry, didn't
hear you come home. Just took a quick shower."
"Uh huh, I can
see that. Let me guess. Tom's coming over tonight?" Angelina
asked a bit bitchy and sarcastic.
come you don't like Tom? He's a nice guy. He's very sweet and
loving towards me, and treats me better than anyone I ever dated."
"Oh I'm sure
he does" Angelina mumbled. A little louder, she asked the
fifty million dollar question, "So, have you two slept
"Why is that
SO important to you? You know, I'm not like you. I don't need
or crave the physical contact like you do." Sheridan answered
a bit perturbed at the conversation.
"I'm just wondering
if it ever crossed your mind why Tom doesn't even try to have
sex, or excuse me, make love to you yet."
Well Angelina had
a point, Sheridan had wondered lately why they weren't taking
their relationship to the next level. It had been six months
since they were officially a couple. That seemed like a respectable
amount of dating time to her. Unlike Angelina, who was a bit
less reserved for Sheridan's taste.
"And by the
way, you will crave it once you've had GREAT sex, trust me."
Angel said with a wink while she opened up the wine. It was
going to be a long night, especially if Tom was coming over
and she wanted to try to enjoy some of the evening.
"So, I take
it you talked to Tom about the contract we got in the mail.
Must we need to hear his 'worldly advice' on this matter? He
has about as much experience as we do."
forget, he's used to reading and dealing with contracts. I'm
not saying that we have to do what Tom tells us, but its just
another point of view to take into consideration. Let 's be
honest, neither one of us has been in this situation before
and we really don't know what the hell we are doing."
"I was thinking
that may be we should run the contract by a lawyer or something?
Ya know, just to be sure we don't sign over our first born by
mistake," Angelina half joked.
"We can't afford
that Angel, and you know it," Sheridan responded grateful
to not be discussing Tom or her relationship anymore.
As if on cue, there
was a knock on the door. "Coming," Sheridan yelled.
let the party begin," Angel groaned as she took a sip of
I brought us some comfort food," as he pulled out three
cartons of Ben & Jerry's ice cream pints.
"You are going
straight for sucking up, aren't you?" Sheridan giggled.
"Well, I figured my first idea wouldn't be too reasonable
so I went for her second best favorite thing. How mad is she?"
over it. Nevertheless, since I didn't tell her you were coming,
we'll have to make due splitting the two dinners, three ways.
Now that you brought dessert, that shouldn't be a problem."
Sheridan prattled as she put the ice cream in the freezer and
then added three dessertspoons to the table.
Angelina said cheerfully as she came from the kitchen carrying
their dinners, almost too cheerfully with a fake smile.
Angel. Have a good day at work?"
"You know, same
shit, different day. Except for Sheridan's visit, that was a
welcomed surprise. However, I have a feeling you are going to
try and ruin that for me."
"Let no one
tell you Angel, that you are not direct." Tom replied somewhat
shocked at her nonchalant statement.
Sheridan poured herself
a nice tall glass of wine and offered Tom some. "Yes please
Angel just rolled
her eyes thinking what she did so wrong in her life to have
to be put through this torture. She giggled to herself.
"Was that a
yes?" Sheridan asked Angelina. "Huh? Oh no, I'm fine…
Thanks darlin'" Angel replied sweetly, mocking Tom.
As they began eating,
it was quiet except for the stereo playing in the background.
After about ten minutes, Sheridan thought if they got the business
stuff out of the way early enough, she and Tom could have some
alone time, so she began.
"Tom, what do
you think of the contract they sent us?"
Tom shared Sheridan's
plate, as Angelina grumbled that it was too sickening sweet
for adults to act like this. Sucking in her cheeks and raising
her eyebrows at them.
Tom had a hint of
a smile on his face; he knew he could bug Angel in thirty seconds
flat if he wanted too. "Well, first of all you are unknown
and untried, you are a gamble."
"You mean We,"
Angelina corrected as she looked at him.
"Yes I do,"
as he fed Sheridan some more of the chicken. "I'm suspicious.
Come on, you aren't?"
Sheridan answered for both her and Angelina.
Tom shook his head
from side to side, "All the principals are in place, including
some of the cast. It's unheard of in this town unless you are
Spielberg. I might point out that you two started writing fan
fiction about five dips."
chewing for a second, "Hey, don't call them dips. They're
adorable, he's in his thirties, adorable is Nick."
Angelina closed her
mouth abruptly then her lips made a little 'o'. Her reaction
probably wouldn't have been so strong if Sheridan had made the
comment but hearing it come from Tom just shocked her. "Oh
and what do you call Kevin?"
"Hot… Just what
Sheridan calls him," Tom was busying feeding the woman
beside him and didn't notice Angelina mouth, "Told you
Tom is just repeating what I say." Sheridan waved a fork
at her other eating companion. "You stop reading what I
it at work and I will." Tom leaned closer to Sheridan.
"She still loves me Angel. Kevin is her fantasy man. Everyone
has one. Don't you?"
Taking a long sip
of water, Angelina coughed into her hand. "Do you?"
"Stop it Angel,
right now. Tom is here to help. I would like to get this over
with so we can spend some time alone together."
"I can take
a hint, so let's move on." Angelina listened as Tom started
all over again.
"You have no
experience as screenwriters so they either love your story or
they can't afford to hire real ones. The fact that this is your
first work and it's going straight to film without either of
you having anything ever being in any type of media before worries
me. You are going to have to read over the contract with a fine-tooth
comb. Look for percentages and royalties, which means you are
being paid on the backend of the project. You get a check every
week, you're not working and getting paid at the end of the
Sheridan patted Tom's
chest, "Breathe honey."
Tom took a deep breath
and placed his napkin on the table. "This agency is a Packaging
Agency. They represent writers and other film and television
talents. They have actors, directors, and producers on staff,
as well as writers. They can use any of them if they choose
too. I can almost guarantee you they won't use any of them on
"So why would
they hire us?" Angelina shrugged.
think the story is going to be a huge hit, or they already have
someone in mind to cast in the roles. I'm prone to number two
since I did read your last story."
Sheridan took a playful slap at him.
Angelina was more
than interested in what Tom had to say now.
"What I'm thinking
is that they have someone from their own stable to cast in the
roles. Most likely, it will be unknowns who cannot act. What
I don't understand is why they want you two to do the script
Sheridan pursed her
lips together, "Maybe they want to stay true to the story
Tom rolled his eyes
at her, "Then I'm Brad Pitt."
Angelina choked on
her pasta, "You aren't even in his league."
The hmmpf that Sheridan
expelled told Angelina that she was a little miffed. "Well,
we will go over the contract, the percentages, and the requests.
If it isn't legit or smells fishy, we will ask for some time
to think about it. We can bring the contract to you to read.
If that's okay with you Tom." Angelina spoke but was staring
at Sheridan. Angelina had offered the olive branch now she would
need to see if Sheridan would take it.
like a plan," Sheridan leaned forward and smiled. "Let's
finish eating, I'm starved."
The three companions
finished off the meal and Sheridan and Tom were left with just
a small portion of wine left in the bottle.
Angelina knew Sheridan
wanted some alone time with Tom. After dinner and more talking
about the contracts and the meeting on Friday, Angelina disappeared
into her bedroom finding something to occupy her thoughts. Her
nerves were a bit frazzled thinking about the meeting.
Looking through her
closet, Angelina thought back to what Tom had said. He did have
a point; the girls were virgins in this industry. She needed
to dress to impress and show whoever they were meeting, she
meant business. She had always had an air of confidence around
her, whether she knew exactly what she was doing or not. Angelina
can play a good poker face when she needs to.
Pulling out a navy
blue suit she bought at Ann Taylor, Angelina thought back to
the first time she wore it. She was in Boston and was interviewing
for the local PBS station, WGBH. Unfortunately, she had some
personal issues to deal with, so she declined the offer. However,
since she was offered the job, she always considered this her
The skirt was a
mini, or as Sheridan would say Ally McBeal style, with a form
fitting suit blazer. Depending on the weather, she might not
need the jacket, so off she went to find a classic looking blouse.
Since she was wearing the mini skirt, she wanted to find a more
conservative looking shirt. As she searched, Angel noticed one
of the cuffs on one of her blouses and realized they were monogrammed
with Joey's initials. She pulled his shirt out, held it up to
her nose, and inhaled deeply. "Nope, it has lost his scent,"
she sighed. Putting it aside on another rack, she continued
her hunt for the blouse she wanted. It was quite plain, just
a button up with an oval collar and wide cuffs.
As she walked around
her bedroom, she went to find some nude colored nylons and a
matching panty and bra set. Next, she pulled out her pearl jewelry
set and inspected their condition. As she sat on her bed and
looked around, she was content and felt ready for their big
meeting. Then it hit her, shoes. She went back into her closet
and found her navy blue shoes. It had been awhile since she
wore them, so she put them on and began to walk in them.
Walking into the
kitchen, Angelina went straight to the freezer. Her nerves were
starting to eat at her and she needed comfort. Sheridan looked
up at her from the couch with a raised eye, "Nice outfit
you're wearing. Is this a new fashion trend?"
Angelina looked down
at her attire and realized she was wearing her Victoria Secret's
flannel shorts and baby tee with her blue spiked heels. "Nah,
thought I would see how I looked dressed as a hooker. I'm not
impressed." Angelina answered straight-faced and then they
both busted out laughing.
be impressed," Sheridan winked as Tom lay with his head
in her lap. Sheridan's fingers twirling in his hair.
Tom snorted as he
watched the boxing match that was playing on the television.
"More like A.J. Wouldn't you say?"
Angelina walked to
the back of the couch. "Ya know, most men who had the opportunity
to sit with a beautiful green-eyed blond on the couch, would
not be watching boxing."
in her head when she heard Sheridan making a hissing noise.
Angel watched Tom
turn on the couch slightly. "What would they watch, wrestling?"
back; she would hang him yet. It wasn't that she didn't like
Tom, he just seemed to set off her 'Gaydar' every time he was
around her. He was always with men except when he was with Sheridan,
but their relationship was more like brother and sister than
girlfriend and boyfriend.
Tom sensed something
was wrong and turned to look at Angelina, "I'm sorry. I
was out of place earlier. I shouldn't tease either one of you
about the Backstreet Boys, even though they haven't officially
broken up." Tom was back peddling with Angelina, he had
seen the look on her face and knew that she had figured something
Dropping back down
on the couch, he tucked his head in Sheridan's lap and pulled
her arm around him. Softly he stroked her arm with his fingertips
as it rested around his chest. "I love you Sheridan,"
he whispered softly but not too softly, he wanted Angel to hear
"I love you
too," she reached down and stroked his face with her free
"You two make
me sick," Angelina shook her spoon at them. "You really
"The only one
that is going to be sick is you if you eat that entire pint
of Ben and Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup."
Angelina popped the top on her ice cream as she walked away.
As she closed her
bedroom door, she heard, "We love you Angel." She
shook her head and hoped he wouldn't be there in the morning
when she got up. Of course, luck was running her way, he had
never been there before.
Flicking on the
television and VCR, she jammed the "Orlando Homecoming,"
video in. "Thank God for really old stuff," as she
crawled on her bed with a steno pad and began to write. She
laughed hysterically as she watched Kevin dancing to "Nobody
But You." "Fatima punk'd your ass along time ago my
Angel stared at the
story that they might have an opportunity to sell. She started
to read it like she had never read it before and then began
taking notes. In the morning over breakfast, she would go over
her notes with Sheridan. The two worked together seamlessly
most days. Putting her pad on the floor, she nodded off to sweet
dreams laced with Nick Carter and hot sex.
as Tom snored. This evening had gone like all the rest. With
him being fast asleep, she began to talk to herself as she flipped
through the channels. "I bet Kevin wouldn't do this to
a date… Well I guess we are beyond dating… If we are beyond
dating, then where are we?"
Sheridan paused as
Tom shifted on the couch. The television blared from an infomercial.
"Does your man snore?" Sheridan snickered as Tom did
exactly that. "End those awful nights ladies, get Snore-Away."
"I'd just like
to have some sex, worn out men don't snore." Sheridan looked
down at the body that was sprawled out on her and the couch.
Tom was a very good-looking man. By far one of the handsomest
men she had ever dated. Having bright blue eyes and a gorgeous
thick head of blond hair, he was stunning. Again, her finger
tickled a stray lock, enough to make him mumble.
Thinking back over
the last few months, Sheridan didn't think there was anything
she didn't know about the man. Tom had played football in high
school and college. In high school he had played basketball
as well. He would have been the dreamboat of any cheerleader
the channel to VH1, maybe 'the dips,' as Tom referred to them,
would be on. Suppressing her smile when two videos later, the
'naked one' was on. Her eyes followed Kevin's every move. Looking
down at Tom, she felt a pang of guilt. It didn't last long as
Kevin poured water over himself on the television. "Tom,
it's time to go." Sheridan poked him, now she was irritated
as well as frustrated and annoyed.
Tom didn't budge
as Sheridan pulled her body out from underneath him and went
back to her bedroom. Quietly, she shut the door, unsure and
upset at how the evening went. Slipping into a satin poet's
shirt, she slipped into her bed and closed her eyes. "Am
I that undesirable to him? Is it me or is it him? I don't know,
maybe Angel is right." Pulling her covers up, she fell
The next day went
by faster than the day before as the two women nervously tossed
'What Ifs' at each other. The evening was spent the same way.
Sheridan was mellow
compared to her roommate, the events of the night before still
nagging at her. Tom never did wake up but when she had awoke
in the morning, he had shown himself out. Grumpy was an understatement
and then Angelina started asking questions.
"So how was
last night?" her mouth quirked to the side as she read
"Is there something
wrong with me? Am I ugly? Does my personality suck or something?"
to Angelina's question answered her question in more than one
way. Nothing had happened between the two. Sheridan was upset
obviously and now was questioning herself.
darling. Hey, who wouldn't love a girl with a Chicago hair-style.
Does Tom even know that you went to see Kevin in San Francisco?"
Angelina took a seat at the table. They would be leaving for
the meeting in one hour. They were dressed and ready to go.
The plan was to get dressed, critique each other, and then wait
for the clock to tick so they could leave for their first big
meeting. Neither of them wanted to arrive early so that they
the point of telling him. If I had, he would probably have wanted
to go with me. I can't drool over my fantasy man with Tom sitting
next to me."
Sheridan was waiting
for Angel's smartass reply and of course she gave it to her.
They both spoke similar words, "And what makes you think
Tom wouldn't drool over his fantasy man?"
"Look you just
need to come right out and ask him. Maybe he is just brain-dead
or something." Angelina had enough of the game playing.
If Sheridan wasn't going to ask him by the weekend then she
would, up front, all at once, and out in the open.
Sheridan's hand flew
up in the air, "What would I say? Are you ever going to
sleep with me? Are you gay?" Sheridan paced the kitchen
floor swing her arms back and forth.
"You need something
else to occupy your mind. When we get back, why don't you work
on that visual you were working on?"
it's not hot enough. I can't do that short stuff. I want a story.
I can't just have sex."
your problem, you're not getting any sex so it makes it harder
to write about." Angelina couldn't hide the smirk, no matter
how hard she tried.
"Thank you so
much," Sheridan grabbed her car keys and stood by the door.
"It's time to go."
Angel dusted the crumbs off her lap and grabbed her purse.
The meeting was
set at a time that was convenient for the Agent, not them. Now
they were stuck in traffic. "Don't want to be early, we
don't want to look desperate."
"Be quiet, we'll
only be five minutes late." Sheridan cruised down the boulevard
cutting off a red Cadillac with tinted windows. She shot the
driver the bird when whoever was behind the glass honked their
horn. "Asshole. Drives like an old woman."
herself by playing the car's DJ. She needed some music to help
psyche herself up. Blasting "Can't Hold Us Down" through
the speakers, she sang along trying to keep her mind off of
how nervous she really was.
Jamming on the brakes,
they pulled into the parking lot and scooted out of the car.
Angel tapped her watch as they both raced to the door of the
building. Stopping short at the entrance, they did one last
check of each other. "Let's go," she pulled the metal
and glass door open.
Walking up to the
grand reception desk, they felt insignificant as the woman behind
the desk spoke on the phone. Patiently they waited for her to
finish. The phone was placed back in the cradle abruptly. "Hello,
I'm Sheridan Anderson. My partner, Angelina Lydon are here to
see Gene Mullen."
picked up the phone and called someone, informing whoever was
on the other end that Gene's four o'clock was here. "One
As the two turned
around, they were greeted by a rather average looking man.
Anderson, Miss Lydon. Follow me and we will begin."
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