Tommy's Films: Reservoir Rats
Disclaimer: I own a Camaro and a Boston terrier, that's about it.
My first fic ever, woo. I'll try to update when I can. Tommy enters the "Young Guns" Film contest and begins writing the best crime drama ever made. Through constant script changes and an unwritten ending, his cast struggle to survive. Light to moderate Chuckie/Angelica.
Chapter 1: Opening night
The school auditorium was already half full, not just parents and students, but assorted groups from all over. The "Young Guns" film contest had been advertised for the past month. Famous director Quentin Liotta was sponsoring a large student contest, with one common theme. Gangster movies. Most of these student directors were in college, yet one director was far younger. 14-year-old director Tommy Pickles was glancing around nervously at the "older crowd." Seated to his right were Lillian DeVille and Her twin brother Philip. Behind them were the films "stars," the more nervous than average Charles Finster and the more glamorous than usual Angelica Pickles. As true to character, Chuckie was nervous.
"Oh man guys, there are a lot of people here."
"Relax Chuck, we'll be fine, I have complete faith in this film." Tommy leaned back in his seat and started to hum.
"Do… Do you think they'll like the ending?"
Angelica, who had been admiring herself in her compact, snapped it shut. Which in turn, caused Chuckie to yelp.
"Finster," she rolled her eyes, "they'll…" She paused, and in one moment clasped her hand on Chuckie's and leaned to whisper in his ear, "They'll love your ending."
Young Finster's heartbeat increased greatly as Angelica's words blew past his ear. She could play him. After all these years, she could manipulate him. She could bend him to her will. And she knew this. And he knew this. And he didn't care.
Phil, on the other hand, who had been completely left out of Tommy and Lil's "conversation," and found what was going on behind him fascinating.
"Tommy"
"Not now Phil"
"Lil!"
"Not now Phillip."
At which point Phil grabbed his sister's head and directed it behind them.
"Yes Phillip, we know, now turn around, it's not nice to stare."
Phil's mind began to slowly lose feeling in his arms, things have been weird with Tommy and Lil for weeks and now behind him, Angelica Pickles was getting cozy with Chuckie Finster. Had the world gone crazy? She had her head on his shoulder; he had his arm around his neck, she had her hands in his lap, and they were giggling. What the hell is this about? Dil's Alien theories seemed more and more logical all the time.
The lights began to dim as Chuckie and Angelica snuggled close. A small man in blue walked on stage. He was dressed in a very expensive blue pinstripe jacket with matching pants; however any class the suit represented was dashed away by the Iron Maiden t-shirt he was wearing.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen" he began in an equally small voice, "and welcome to the 'Young Guns' film contest."
Tommy Pickles was, for lack of a better phrase, losing his mind.
"That's Mr. Liotta. Oh man, oh man…"
"We have a wide collection of um, amateur directors out here tonight. Uh… things look pretty promising and… good luck. Oh yeah... remember, I once started out many years ago uh, making films with my friends on an old VHS recorder. So, Uh, even if you don't win… Follow those dreams, or something. Okay, start the films.
Lil remembers, even today, how amazed she was at how fast that small man could run off stage. Reminded her of Chuckie.
Tommy, while being the good director and watching the setup shots of the first film, was thinking. He was thinking what every director their was thinking.
Am I ready for this?
--okay, first chapter. It just, popped in there. And yes, there will be an actual plot. So take care, read and review if you can, and drive careful.
Jackie-Boy.
