A/N: I apologize for a long wait. I haven't had the time to write this chapter, and I just finished it during break.
Be wary that when waiting for the chapters to come in, it won't be quick, it'll take time. I apologize in advance for making you wait too long.
Anyways, Enjoy as always =)
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim any rights to Glee, rather, I'm using the characters for the pure enjoyment of others. Thank You
Hours later the sun was starting to set and we chose that time to leave and go to dinner. Besides, it was getting a little crowded. The ever-wonderful (so much sarcasm, all the talent in my pinky could fool him) Mr. Schue reserved a table specifically for the glee club, no matter the time, so as long as it was dinnertime, the table would only seat New Directions. The great thing about it was that it was casual. I wrapped my sarong around my waist, Quinn wore a pink floral sundress over her bikini, a white T-shirt for Kurt with his black Armani swim trunks, and Mercedes wore a shoulderless top and shorts over hers.
When we get to our table, Santana, Brittany, Mike and Tina were already seated enjoying the buffet. We greet them and drop our stuff by our seats and get something to eat. The buffet was full of some much food; I really had to look for something that looked even remotely vegan friendly. I settled on some veggie sushi and tofu stir-fry to be safe. I must remember to ask the chefs about any vegan friendly meals.
Back at the table, everyone seems to be in a buzz of conversation about some famous person. I sit down and try to follow the conversation.
"Did any of you see him? He was looking pretty fine in the water early. What I wouldn't give to go swimming with him. I bet his hot Australian ass wouldn't mind a threesome." Santana winks her eye suggestively at Brittany. Oh Santana. Your mind is always in the gutter.
"That was him? I thought he was a tan shark in the water." Brittany says shocked. What goes on in her mind, I will never know. How do you mistake a guy for a shark? Well, truth be told she did think Lord Tubbington's poop was chocolate.
"Who's here?" Quinn seems interested.
"Didn't you hear? Brody Weston here on the island!" shrieked Brittany.
"Brody? As in the Brody Weston? That hot man I'm determined to get to play for the other team?" Kurt shrieks.
"Really? Well, I think this summer has just gotten a lot better." Quinn replies with a smirk. That smirk scares me sometimes; it's almost like she's planning something.
"Who's Brody Weston?" I could just feel the stares from all the girls, (and Kurt), like I've been living under a rock. I'm sorry, but if they're not on Broadway or a stage actor, I personally don't care for the likes of a Hollywood actor.
"Who is Brody Weston? Who is Brody Weston? Seriously Midget, have you been living under a rock in your sheltered little diva life? Brody Weston is the hottest new actor in Hollywood!" Santana proceeds to take out a magazine with a very tan body on the cover. The headline read "BRODY WESTON, HOLLYWOOD'S NEW 'IT' BOY!" I barely look at the picture before I shove the magazine back to Santana.
"Santana, personally, I don't care for Hollywood actors because–"
"Because they aren't a credible or respectful form of acting. Seriously, Rachel, I love you, but your theatrical diva tendencies are a bit much. I mean Patti Lupone and Barbra Streisand did Hollywood and they did alright." Kurt interrupted.
"I do agree that Barbra and Patti were great in Hollywood movies, Funny Girl and Driving Miss Daisy come to mind, but most of the current Hollywood actors are all about publicity and fake drama. They're plastic. Theatre is the art of expression, not some plastic, predictable program." I mean seriously, acting should be something taken seriously, not a place where the paparazzi are the only form of appreciation. Look at Miley Cyrus and Kristen Stewart; actually, don't. That's how bad I believe Hollywood is.
"Whatever Wannabe. You can live in your la la land dreams of making it big in New York, but currently, I just don't care. I'll just stare into Brody Weston's beautiful eyes." Santana grabs the magazine and places it next to her face. "Don't Brody and I look so good together?"
Oh gag. I just about roll my eyes when something caught my eye. Mainly, some blue eyes that have been airbrushed. Even if they were computer enhanced, I can't forget eyes.
Oh. My. Barbra.
I met Brody Weston. And dare I say, he was flirting? No matter though, I refuse to be distracted this summer as I rehearse, (well whenever I can get away from Kurt and the girls that is). But still, I refuse to have any flings, summer loves, or anything to distract me from my dreams, especially some Hollywood pretty boy.
"Ladies, I'm going for a swim again. Don't wait up." I stand up, grab my supplies and wave goodbye to my friends and a narrow glare to Santana.
Running in the sand has never felt more relaxing. I really felt like I just needed to get away from them. The realization that some Hollywood guy was trying to charm me was just unacceptable. But knowing myself, I wouldn't be able to keep the information for myself. Well, Kurt will find some way of coercion, but right know I just want to calm down.
Dropping my supplies on a nearby lounge chair, I run straight for the great big ocean. There was something about night swimming that's just so relaxing. Maybe it's the lighting from the moon illuminating the surface of the ocean that's just beautiful.
I float around in the water, staring at the stars and looking at the moon, just thinking. I can't really process anything. As much as I don't like his choice of artistic medium in performing, I don't understand why he would say nice things to me. I understand that I am mildly attractive, but he probably has women willing to throw themselves at him. And he's probably very experienced in the field of relationships, or at least hook-ups. My only boyfriend was Jesse St. James, and he was only using me to find my mother. Though he did make me feel beautiful. Oh well. All those words could've been lies, but I know I can't trust people when they say things.
Bonk
I bump my head against something, more like someone. Not again. Twice in one day? I felt to hands grab my waist to help find my balance, to which I was immediately enveloped into a hug. It couldn't be, could it?
"Hello again, Beautiful." Well shit. I was trying to get away from him and calming down my anxieties of actually seeing him again. I turn to look in his blue eyes again, and I just got lost.
"Hello. Thank you for helping me, well again. I appreciate the help," I reply to my savior, again.
"No problem, pretty little thing. Like I said before, something as beautiful as you isn't allowed to drown."
"I appreciate the compliment, but I don't believe what you are saying is true. But thank you though." Polite, yet harsh.
"What are you talking about, you are just so beautiful, and I couldn't take my eyes off you." I blush.
"Thank you, but I'm pretty sure you've used that line on any girl that came your way. I'm sorry, but I am not the kind of girl people like you would be in to. Now thank you for helping me again, but please let go of me," I ask. He doesn't let go though.
"Hold on! People like me?" He half-yelled.
"Yes, people like you. They type of guy whose charming to girls, only to have your way with them and leave them like last year's playbill. The type of guy who flirts with all the girls like a playboy, being an inconsiderate man to a different girl who you might be in a relationship. People like you who use their bodies to get what they want. People like you–"
"Okay, okay. I get it. You don't need to hurt my pride any more than you already have." He interrupts.
"I'm sorry for hurting your pride, but I'm just trying to prove a point," I remark.
"Hmm. Let's start over. Hi, I'm Brody Weston, and we haven't been formally introduced. I apologize if I've done anything to harm a first impression of me," he states politely. Hm. Never thought a Hollywood star would have manners.
"Hello Brody. My name is Rachel Berry. I apologize for any remarks that have hurt you in any way."
"No problem. It's good to get hit in the pride sometimes. Reminds me that I'm only human. Hey, let's go back to the beach. I don't know about you, but I'm turning into a prune, and my skin is like a canvas that needs care."
"Me too! I've never met anyone who takes pride in their skin care." Wow, maybe Brody isn't so bad.
"Race you?" He challenged.
"You're on." I've never turned down a challenge before, and I'm not about to start now.
"Go!" Swimming as fast as I can, I slowly pull the lead in front of Brody. Gradually, from my peripheral vision, I can see a body pulling closer towards me, catching up with my speed. We stay neck and neck for a while, until he sprints swims to the shallower end of the water.
"I win." Brody states proudly. He does that manly think where he puffs his chest out to show off his masculinity.
"I'm impressed. No one has ever been able to keep up with me in the water. I rank number 2 in the state of Ohio for swimming," I brag. I would be number 1, but I have no animosity towards number 1 because she's my swim, vocal, and dance coach.
"Cool. I rank number 1 in Montana, and my personal trainer helps to maintain my shape."
"You? In shape? Why would you need a personal trainer to stay in shape? Don't computers usually just airbrush your body in movies, televisions, and magazines?"
I retort. I know I'm being rude, but most of Hollywood is full of fakes anyway.
"I'm assuming you know who I am, given your assumption. True that yes, Photoshop is a good computer program, I've made it in my contract to never be airbrushed. Besides, Hollywood wasn't really my plan of action anyway; I was at an audition for Red to play the part of Ken. Whereas I lost the part to Jonathan Groff, some big-shot producer was there and wanted to sign me, and here I am. I much prefer the theatrical arts rather than the illusion of television and movies." He explains with a smirk.
"I'm sorry. I guess my assumptions were far off. I also agree; theatre is a much more cultural version of reality." I smile, and he smiles back. I get lost in his eyes again, swimming in his sea of blue. Hypnotized by his gaze, I barely register him taking my hand in his, and squeezing it lightly. He gently pulls me towards the lounge chairs where our belongings are. We quickly dry off and put on some clothes, and enjoy a comfortable silence.
With all our belongings in hand, we turn towards each other to say our goodbyes.
"Bye Brody. It was nice to officially meet you. I had a great time." I'm about to turn around, where I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I turn to face him.
"I don't want this night to end. I've never met someone like you Rachel. You're someone who hasn't been overly dazzled by my stardom. You're really interesting and fun to be around. Can we hang out again?" He almost begged. I could see it in his eyes his sincerity. I agree that this was fun, but I'm not entirely sure.
"I don't know Brody. This was fun, but I don't know if I can handle your lifestyle while hanging out. I would not appreciate hanging out with you while you have hordes of girls throwing themselves at you because of your status. As much as it would be fun to hang out with you, I came here to enjoy and relax, not fear for my privacy just yet. I hope you can understand."
"Let me at least try. How about tomorrow you meet me at the first palm tree on the western edge of the island, near the hibiscus bushes. At noon, I promise that we will have all the privacy you want. Please just one try." I could see his eyes begging with me. He looked so vulnerable, I couldn't say no.
"Yes, I'll meet you there. But you get one shot." I smile. He grins so wide, I could actual see the sparkle in his teeth reflecting from the light from the moon. I swear that he would start jumping for joy if he wanted. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into a hug. I never realized his height against my own. His 6 foot frame makes my 5'2 height feel very small, yet I feel . . . complete? I've never felt so comfortable in someone's arms, well apart from my fathers anyway.
I relish in the hug for a minute longer, until I feel him pull away. I immediately feel empty somehow, in a way I've never felt before.
"Bye Rachel. See you later." He embraces me one last time and places a small kiss on my cheek. I could feel my cheeks starting to blush from his intimate touch.
"Goodbye Brody." I smile at him, and watch him turn away. I sigh. Hold on. Did I just sigh for a boy? Oh Barbra. What has Brody done to me in a few mere hours? Turn me into a pile of goo, that's what he did.
Stuck in my shocked state, I return to my bungalow and ignore the questions Kurt badgers me with; take a quick shower without my routine, change into my nightwear and fall into my bed. Tuning out Kurt's incessant questioning, I drift off into sleep.
The last thought in my mind saying, what has happened to me? How can I be so easily swooned? And what will become of this? I wait for tomorrow's events as I drift into a dream-filled sleep.
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