Intrique-chapter 1
Disclaimer- I own Freya and Dwain, I'm just making this up as I go along so for the moment L. J. Smith probably owns everyone else except God, God most likely owns him or herself
"God bless me with an idea" pleaded Freya Lockke as she stared down at the lined paper she was supposed to be writing a story of intrique on. She sat waiting a full 5 minutes but apparently God had writers block too. Either that or he just didn't care. She sighed, "okay, well, lets plan this thing." she told herself logically "First off, we need a hero or heroine with an exciting name, lets see, I think like a girl, write like a girl so the main character will HAVE to be a girl" speaking of thinking, she figured she had done enough for one night. Time to turn in. she told herself stubbornly and she sighed as she crawled into bed to face the poster of the most gorgeous man alive, the amazingly hunky model Dwain Philipps. A soft grin graced her lips as she remembered that he was coming to meet her tomorrow, in person, on a date "competitions are the BEST" she sighed "when you win them" she added as an afterthought.
"How true" came an unheard voice from outside her window and the shadows in the darkness agreed.
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Tomorrow came sooner than expected and instead of the 7 hours Freya had been expecting to get ready, she now had 5 minutes "SHIT" she screamed when she got up, she threw a dressing gown over the old t-shirt she was wearing, dragged a comb through her hair and raced downstairs to get herself a coffee before mr amazing arrived. She raced into the kitchen, flung open the cupboard and grabbed herself a mug, but dropped it as she turned to put it on the table. "Hi" said the husky voice of the man of her dreams
"Oh h-hi D...D...D...D...Mr Philipps" He laughed
"Don't you think you should get dressed? I'm not taking you out looking like that, competition or no competition"
"Yes...yes I suppose I should, shouldn't I." He laughed his melodious laugh again
"yes, goodbye, I'll pour you a coffee and replace the mug I caused you to break. And call me Dwain" he shouted after her as she crawled up the stairs
"I can think of a few other things I'd like to call you" Freya muttered as sexy nicknames ricocheted around her brain. She thought she heard him say "not in public thank you" and laugh again but he couldn't read her mind, could he??
"You'd be surprised" said the model at the table "my little 'Love Tiger'" but by this time she was out of range of hearing.
6 hours and 55 minutes later the 19 year old girl practically jumped down the stairs. "OK she cried, now I'm decent" Dwain whistled in appreciation. I could argue with that. he thought. She was wearing ankle boots, denim hot pants with little blue flowers embroidered on them, and a sleeveless blue bellytop with a heart shape cut out just above her breasts. her amazing red-brown hair was twisted into a knot at the back of her head and held together with chopsticks (and they actually were chopsticks-with little dragons carved in the ends-but they didn't look stupid or out of place at all)
"OK" he said for no apparent reason when they sat down together at the table
"OK" Freya repeated "what are we doing today?"
"I don't know, but we are NOT to go to the sushi bar, the cinema or the studio I usually work at" he said
"Fine by me" Freya agreed "any particular reason?"
"Yeah" he admitted "Thats wher the press thinks we are." Freya laughed as she looked over at the living version of the poster which lulled her to sleep at night and smiled "Lets hit the town and do whatever we feel" she suggested
"Sounds good to me" he agreed and she grabbed her suede jacket and her keys and walked outta the door, leaving her cup of cold coffee forgotten on the table.
Review Please, Even if you hate it ^_^;
Disclaimer- I own Freya and Dwain, I'm just making this up as I go along so for the moment L. J. Smith probably owns everyone else except God, God most likely owns him or herself
"God bless me with an idea" pleaded Freya Lockke as she stared down at the lined paper she was supposed to be writing a story of intrique on. She sat waiting a full 5 minutes but apparently God had writers block too. Either that or he just didn't care. She sighed, "okay, well, lets plan this thing." she told herself logically "First off, we need a hero or heroine with an exciting name, lets see, I think like a girl, write like a girl so the main character will HAVE to be a girl" speaking of thinking, she figured she had done enough for one night. Time to turn in. she told herself stubbornly and she sighed as she crawled into bed to face the poster of the most gorgeous man alive, the amazingly hunky model Dwain Philipps. A soft grin graced her lips as she remembered that he was coming to meet her tomorrow, in person, on a date "competitions are the BEST" she sighed "when you win them" she added as an afterthought.
"How true" came an unheard voice from outside her window and the shadows in the darkness agreed.
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Tomorrow came sooner than expected and instead of the 7 hours Freya had been expecting to get ready, she now had 5 minutes "SHIT" she screamed when she got up, she threw a dressing gown over the old t-shirt she was wearing, dragged a comb through her hair and raced downstairs to get herself a coffee before mr amazing arrived. She raced into the kitchen, flung open the cupboard and grabbed herself a mug, but dropped it as she turned to put it on the table. "Hi" said the husky voice of the man of her dreams
"Oh h-hi D...D...D...D...Mr Philipps" He laughed
"Don't you think you should get dressed? I'm not taking you out looking like that, competition or no competition"
"Yes...yes I suppose I should, shouldn't I." He laughed his melodious laugh again
"yes, goodbye, I'll pour you a coffee and replace the mug I caused you to break. And call me Dwain" he shouted after her as she crawled up the stairs
"I can think of a few other things I'd like to call you" Freya muttered as sexy nicknames ricocheted around her brain. She thought she heard him say "not in public thank you" and laugh again but he couldn't read her mind, could he??
"You'd be surprised" said the model at the table "my little 'Love Tiger'" but by this time she was out of range of hearing.
6 hours and 55 minutes later the 19 year old girl practically jumped down the stairs. "OK she cried, now I'm decent" Dwain whistled in appreciation. I could argue with that. he thought. She was wearing ankle boots, denim hot pants with little blue flowers embroidered on them, and a sleeveless blue bellytop with a heart shape cut out just above her breasts. her amazing red-brown hair was twisted into a knot at the back of her head and held together with chopsticks (and they actually were chopsticks-with little dragons carved in the ends-but they didn't look stupid or out of place at all)
"OK" he said for no apparent reason when they sat down together at the table
"OK" Freya repeated "what are we doing today?"
"I don't know, but we are NOT to go to the sushi bar, the cinema or the studio I usually work at" he said
"Fine by me" Freya agreed "any particular reason?"
"Yeah" he admitted "Thats wher the press thinks we are." Freya laughed as she looked over at the living version of the poster which lulled her to sleep at night and smiled "Lets hit the town and do whatever we feel" she suggested
"Sounds good to me" he agreed and she grabbed her suede jacket and her keys and walked outta the door, leaving her cup of cold coffee forgotten on the table.
Review Please, Even if you hate it ^_^;