Danny Cooper walks inside the restaurant, winking at the hostess as he walks forwards. I can't believe they didn't give me that job, my audition was superb! If only Fang would wink at me…
It's not really appropriate considering the god-awful circumstances, but it gets him served that much faster. She flips her dark auburn curls over her shoulder and leans over her tall desk. I know it said 'dark auburn hair, blue eyes' in the newspaper article advertising the small part, but my blond hair and brown eyes would have been just fine!
"What can I get for you?" She asks. Her voice is squeaky. At least I'm not a slut.
"A table for six, please." He replies. God his voice is sexy, just, uh, NOM! So deep and husky, did I mention sexy?
He fights a scowl as she titters. He really needs to stop scowling. "I assume the other five are still to appear?" God she knows nothing. I would have portrayed her much better and made him want a table for 7. Humph.
A tight nod from him shows her that yes, obviously they are 'still to appear'. His dark hair just made his dark, mysterious eyes sparkle. EEP!
She walks around and leads him to a table, pulling an extra chair from another empty table nearby. Could she get any sluttier? When she bends over you're not supposed to be able to see her panties…
She tries to pull out his chair for him, but he just sits down on a different chair. See, Fang can tell a slut when he see's one. TAKE THE HINT AND GET A LONGER SKIRT BITCH!
She walks off after touching up the fancy, fake flowers on the table and making sure the leather-covered menus are placed just right. I bed she was flirting as hell for the first couple of takes, the directors must have had to calm her wild side.
He settles down to wait for his friends. His black hair just about flops into his eyes, and blends with his tanned skin and midnight eyes. Ohm, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom…
He wears a simple white dress shirt with minute blue pinstripes, which is loose around his dark jeans. Ohm, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, god he's fit…
He doesn't have to wait long- Jason is the first to arrive, his right hand man. Jason Reynolds, the one who has never let Danny down, the one who has a bullet scar on his right shoulder from trying to save a small girl from a psychopath, the one who has never missed a Yankees game. Oh, Jason, how I'd give to be in you're shoes, and that little bit closer to Danny…
Jason sits down next to Danny. No words are shared. I'll share a few words. Fang. Is. HOT!
Michelle is the next to arrive. Michelle is Jason's girlfriend, and she illustrates this with a peck on his cheek as she sits down. N'aaww! Jachelle is so cute!
Her usually-curly hair is straightened for the evening, and it makes her bubbly face somewhat drawn, conserved, the opposite of her normal character. Michelle Harrison, the one who can make anyone smile. Not tonight, though. Oh Michelle *sad face* I love Michelle, she makes everything brighter, happier, even Fang seems less, well, dark, when she's around. That reminds me, I should probably start referring to him as Danny in this context.
Lucy is late, as per usual. Late-Lucy-Lloyd, the name people tease her with most days. Oh Lucy. Lucy, Lucy Lloyd. Late Lucy Lloyd. Lovely Late Lucy Lloyd. There are so many words that alliterate with her name.
Its not really her fault that her first name and surname begin with the same letter, but it works, and she doesn't mind. She's just grateful they don't realise 'lawyer', her chosen profession, also begins with an 'L'. Her platinum blond hair is tied up is a twisted bun, and her blue eyes sparkle with unshed tears. Lovely Late Lawyer Lucy Lloyd.
"I'm sorry," She whispers. "I was caught up in traffic." There is an unspoken agreement in the air that declares that everyone knows she's not apologising for being late. No *sad face* This is so sad! I can't believe they're all so depressed! I mean I know she died but come on, she was a stuck up snob anyway!
Finally, the last of their party arrives. Josh Grace walks in, his blond hair slightly dishevelled, and his blue eyes dull. Oh Josh. Josh is amazing, I love him, he's like the cute little brother that's annoying sometimes but immensely sweet and caring sometimes too, you know what I mean?
He sits down next to Lucy, and avoids Danny's eyes. The waitress comes over and serves them their ordered food and drinks. Comfort eating, never actually helps does it?
And together, they mourn Simone Laus, who was murdered just hours before. NO! Simone! I can't believe she died! I mean I knew it was a small chance, and she said goodbye to Danny with that kiss on the cheek, but STILL!
I switch off the TV set with tears shining in my eyes.
Oh I need some happy Fang to make me feel better. I switched on my laptop. Even my desktop background made me feel better…
I clicked the internet, it opened with my iGoogle page, oh Fang… I searched 'Fang Valentine' and many images of the just aired episode appeared along with his recent photo shoot for that teen magazine that no one actually cares about. I only paid $3 for it because my Fang-book (like a scrap book, but better) is running low on pictures.
Well, 500 is a bit limited, I've had to survive with nothing new for AGES! Well, that's all about to change with the new series of To Live now on air.
My amazing Fang sense's have drawn the speculation of a new cast member and a possible romance. Well the writers will hear about this! I need to get writing to all the cast actually, maybe Fang will reply to my fan letters this time…