I.
Fox sat in his room, silently contemplating the events that led up to that night. He smiled as he recalled the night he and Theresa danced seductively at The Marina. He smirked as he remembered the look on his half-brother's face. Fox was thoroughly enjoying Theresa's latest scheme to make Ethan jealous. So far, their efforts were obviously working. Fox didn't mind helping Theresa. After all, who wouldn't jump at the chance to pretend to be the beau of a gorgeous woman? Fox got up and looked out his window at the L.A. scene stretched out before him. "Ethan you are a fool for choosing Gwen." Fox thought to himself. "What an idiot," Fox said aloud as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Who's an idiot?" Theresa asked as she entered the room quietly.
"There's my beautiful girlfriend" Fox said smiling. Theresa returned the smile and nudged Fox playfully. "Yes, here I am. So, who's the idiot?"
"You're so nosy." Fox said making a face.
"Am not!" Theresa said, feigning to be offended.
"Uh- yes you are." Fox said. Theresa threw a pillow at Fox in response.
"Umph." Fox grunted as the pillow hit him in the face. "You're a feisty one aren't ya?" Fox said with a raised eyebrow. "Anyways, since you're dying to know, I was referring to your love-interest. He's a total idiot"
"My love interest, huh? So you must be talking about yourself?" Theresa teased.
"Haha, Theresa." Fox replied. "You know who I meant." He said quietly, while averting his eyes to avoid Theresa's gaze.
"Yeah, E~"
"Wait." Fox said holding up his hand to interrupt Theresa. "Don't even think about saying his name."
"But Fox~" Theresa protested.
"Oh, don't you dare 'but Fox' me. Once you say 'Ethan' All I'm going to hear is, 'Ethan this,' and 'Ethan that'." Fox looked slightly annoyed.
"Fox, you know how I feel about him." Theresa replied.
"Yeah," Fox answered. "I also know how he feels about you." Theresa looked away and hugged herself.
"I also know," Fox said as he sat down on his bed, "That he's also married and has a child on the way."
Theresa sighed. "I know all that Fox."
"Do you really Theresa?"
"Yes Fox, I do."
Fox said nothing as he ran his fingers through his hair. Theresa walked over to him and sat down beside him on the bed.
"Fox, in the end, you and I will end up with the people we truly love." Fox only stared at a fixed point rather than reply to Theresa's statement. He had heard it so many times. Although her speeches would vary in structure, the meaning stayed the same. "I'll get Ethan, and you'll get your mystery woman," was Theresa's main message. Fox sighed. "My mystery woman," he thought to himself. "Whitney." Fox exhaled slowly. "Okay, Theresa. What's on the agenda tonight? What are we going to do to make Ethan more crazy-jealous than he already is?"
Theresa smiled. "Well, tonight I'll be sleeping with you."
Fox looked up baffled. "Sleeping with me~ how?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Fox!" Theresa giggled. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought that you and I could share a room from now on."
"Oh I see," Fox said. "But how exactly will the sleeping arrangements go?"
"We can share your bed." Theresa said simply.
"You're serious?" Fox asked surprised.
"Of course I'm serious. Besides, it's just for show, remember?"
"Oh right." Fox said. Theresa noticed a look cross over Fox's face. Before she could decipher it, Fox had masked it with a smile. "Well, then, I guess I could settle for having you as a roommate. But I do have to warn you. You may have a hard time keeping your hands off of me." Fox winked.
Theresa laughed. "I'll try my hardest to be on my best behavior."
"Mm-hmm." Fox said. "Sure you will."
Theresa giggled. "Okay, c'mon Romeo, let's go get some dinner."