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-Two Weeks Later-

I smiled softly at the television screen before me. The phone in my pocket kept going off but I didn't care. I pulled the soft purple blanket closer to my body, savoring it's warmth. Tom always kept it cold in his apartment, why would this temporary room be any different?

Speaking of which, I was now watching Tom speaking with Stephen Colbert on the Colbert Report. Tom was sitting with his legs folded and smiling widely. Stephen made a comment about him and Chris Hemsworth being a couple, as many people would put it. I loved watching the Colbert Report, and watching my favorite actor on it made me giddy to say the lest.

Stephen Colbert was a smartass and I loved it. Come on, who couldn't laugh with that man?

Tom made a ridiculous comment that made me snort, but when I went to laugh, I coughed. That's the third time this day. Maybe I'm getting sick? I can't get sick considering my job, and I can't infect Tom with my mutated diseases.

"So, alright," I heard Stephen say from the screen. "You and this… girl, who is she?"

Tom laughed and scratched the side of his nose. My heart thudded. Did people really know about us? What if Stephen was talking about some other girl? I would hope not.

"Depends, what of her?" Was Tom's reply.

Stephen snorted and rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. Do you know that your fan girls are rioting about because of your new girlfriend?"

I caught my breath. I hadn't really thought much of it to be honest. Of course there's pictures of us on the internet, and I knew how his fan base was, because I'm in it. And I know that those girls wouldn't trash me, well, most of them, or maybe a few. I'm not really sure. There was a lot of bashing towards Susannah and she didn't do anything. Their break-up was mutual, yet they blamed Susannah for using Tom. Part of me knows that I probably have a large group of girls that most likely hates my guts and wants me dead, I just don't want to think about it.

What would his fans think of me? You can say all you want how you don't care what people think of you, but when you're put in a spot where your faced with something such as this, that you can't help but to wonder.

Tom shook his head, but kept a small smile on his lips. "I don't think they dislike her, I've even had a few of them tell me that we make a cute couple." I smiled at this.

"You do know there's a blog on a site called Tumblr about her, right?" Stephen leaned forward with an eyebrow raised.

Blog? What blog?

"I do know about it, yes. But there's nothing bad."

"I haven't looked at it, but it's there. So," He began, leaning even closer to Tom. "Tell us about her. How'd ya meet, you know, the usual."

Tom laughed and ran a hand through his curly black hair and sighed. "She's wonderful." He started, eyes softening. "I met her on the set of the Avengers."

"Ohhh- office romance." Stephen said, acting fascinated.

"I suppose so, yeah." Tom laughed.

"Tell us more!" Stephen said, throwing up his arms and raising his voice, cheering Tom on.

Tom smiled again, and said, "She's an artist, a damn good one at that, she's also my make-up artist too. We've only been together for about a month now, and I love it. I really am enjoying this relationship."

Stephen smirked. "Now I'm sure were all wondering what her name is, so tell us."

Tom threw his head back laughing, "I don't know if I should tell you guys or not."

I really don't mind. It's not like I'm going to be kept in the dark forever if our relationship continues. Though, I'm not really all that excited for creating a public image, but look who I'm dating. I can't really complain.

Stephen kept begging Tom to tell them my name, even the crowd cheered. He held his hands up and pulled out his phone, typing something on the screen. I was confused at first, then I felt my pocket buzz once more, signaling that I had a text.

Did Tom really just text me while he was on national television? Yelp, he sure did.

Do you care if I tell them your name? I'm sure you've been watching, so I don't need to fill in the details. Xx

I smiled to myself despite that I felt nervous for the world to finally know my name. I heard Stephen in the background asking if he was texting me when I went to reply.

I'm not too crazy about making a public image, but I am dating a famous actor, so there's not much room for argument. Just tell me my first name and that's all, not my last.

I sent the text and within seconds Tom was looking at his phone and smirked.

"The lady has spoken." He said with the smirk still in place. "

"Oh, has she?"

"Her name's Amie," Tom said.

"No last name?"

"No, no last name, I'm afraid." Tom smiled.

The rest of the conversation just touched the areas around how the movie's coming along, what Tom can tell everyone without getting in trouble, and what other movies he's currently working on. Which are none, he's wanting to be fully focused on the Avengers because the first movie was a huge success that Tom wants to give it his all.

The interview ended so I switched off the television and rolled over on the couch and onto my back. My mind was filled with thoughts as I began to think about what Sam had said. My chest twisted as I felt the white-hot feeling of pain. I wasn't as mad at my friend as I was before, but it still hurt me that he would continue to do this. He was supposed to be my friend and support me, not tear me down like that.

Unless you look at it form his point-of-view. I can understand why he's doing what he did, but he could've done it a bit nicer than he did. I, myself, am brutally honest with my friends, and that's what Sam was doing. But this was about the guy that I really liked, it's not something about how my shirt looks on my body or how my art is; this is my relationship, my life.

A part in the back of my mind kept telling me that Sam was right. I didn't want to listen to that voice either.

I pulled myself off of Tom's couch with a groan and shuffled off to the bathroom to get ready for tonight. Tom and I are supposed to be going to a cast party, and just like last time I was going as his plus one. Only this time I'm sure we'll end up going considering that it's mandatory for Tom to go.

It's four in the afternoon right now and the party starts at seven, so that gives Tom enough time to get home, and me to get dressed.

I managed to get into the shower and dry my hair all within a half hour, which is a record in my book. I now stood in front of the huge mirror in the bathroom applying some light make-up, still wrapped up in a towel, as I waited for the curling iron to heat up.

My phone rang from the pocket of my pants, which were still lying in a bundle on the bathroom floor where I had taken them off. Quickly, I retrieved that said ringing item and answered to a laughing Tom.

"Hello, there," I said with a smile on my face. I really loved Tom's laugh, it was something that I could never tire of hearing.

Tom let out a few laughs before replying with, "Hello, sweetheart, I'm on my way home. Do you want me to pick up your dress or do you want to pick it up yourself?"

I clicked my tongue. Ah, that's right. My dress was still in the shop. Tom insisted that I get a custom made dress, I wasn't exactly too thrilled with the idea, but it was really fun going through dress after dress and picking which color would suit me. We ended up settling with a thigh-high, emerald green dress. It was gorgeous, and Tom said that the color really complimented my skin tone. Which green is his favorite color, so I think that was a biased opinion, though I really don't mind, the dress is beautiful.

"Might as well, if you're okay with it." Was my answer. I didn't really want Tom going out of his way for me, no matter how stupid that statement sounds.

"Alright, I still need to pick up my tux too. I can't wait to see you in the dress again, you're going to look absolutely gorgeous."

I blushed. "Oh, shut it, you. When will you be home?"

"About an hour, possibly an hour and a half. It also depends on traffic."

I nodded my head, feeling stupid as I did so. He can't see me, we're talking on the phone for crying out loud. "Okay, I'm getting ready right now, so it'll keep my occupied."

Tom and I said our good-bye's and we hung up, so I finished applying a thin line of eyeliner on my top eyelid. After putting on a bit of mascara I began to finally put loose curls in my hair. Normally my hair didn't want to listen to me no matter what, but it seemed to be obedient today- which I was grateful for.

I wasn't going to lie- I was absolutely nervous about tonight. Everyone who was anyone was going to be at this party, even though it's for the cast. There might be a few popular artist performing too, hopefully it's something decent.

To be honest, I was afraid that I wouldn't live up to everyone's expectations. Tom was- well, Tom, and I'm just a random person who managed to get lucky and meet an amazing guy. How can I compare to all of the other celebrities that are gorgeous when I'm just quirky?

And what I'm also afraid of is having no one to talk to, or having someone bomb me with questions. I knew that I could possibly start a conversation with Chris Hemsworth, not so much about Chris Evans and the others. Joss would be there, so that's something to look forward to.

But what happens if a reporter comes in and starts asking me really nerve-wrecking questions? It's bound to happen sooner or later. I'm not looking forward to it, I don't do well under pressure like that. Hell, I remember when I first met Tom and Chris, I had nearly about hyperventilated because I thought I insulted them and was going to lose my job. What if I say the wrong thing and end up costing myself the job of a lifetime?

I sighed and pushed away all thoughts of fucking up away, wanting to savor the evening with Tom. I finished my hair, lazy black curls hung from my head and cascaded around my shoulders. I was going to pull some of it back, but it looked really good the way it was, so I left it alone.

Finally satisfied with my hair and make-up, I waltz out of the bathroom, still in my towel and into the room that Tom and I shared. I pulled on an oversized white shirt with a wide neck so it doesn't mess up my hair, and a pair of panties and then shorts. I sat down on the bed and checked my phone for any text that I missed, but saw none.

I thought back to Sam. I wanted to talk to him, but then again I didn't. I bit my lip as I weighed out my opinions out. It hurt that I couldn't talk to my friend, but I was also hurt at what he said. I feel like if I apologize it's saying that it's okay to say things like that to me. But ignoring him and waiting for him to make the next move is showing that I have a backbone and that I'm standing my ground. Though I hate it. I think I'm going to stick with the latter.

Tom stuck through with his word, he was home around an hour, bags in hand and all. He smiled at me, his brow slightly sweaty, showing that it's hot out.

I smiled back at him as I walked up and kissed him on the cheek, taking the bags into my own arms.

He pouted. "I had them, you know."

I shrugged. "Shower?" I asked, ignoring his pouts.

He looked as if he just remembered something. "Oh, I kind of forgot about that." He laughed. I rolled my eyes, shooing him away. He muttered something underneath his breath and shot me a smirk.

I chuckled and made my way back to the bedroom to get ready. It was then that everything just kind of hit me, this was my make-or-break moment. Could I handle this?

I groaned as I fiddled with the zipper on my dress, it was caught on something and wasn't zipping up completely. It was frustrating to say the least.

I heard a soft knocking on the other side of the door and I immediately blushed. It was Tom. Oh, he can be such a gentleman. Despite how much I really wanted my dress to zip up, I realized that I needed Tom's help to do so. Though I was a little worried about having him help, seeing that I still had that scar on my back. The dress should be covering it considering that it's on my far left side, and luckily that it stops just below my shoulder blade, so it's not visible when I wear the dress.

So, without further ado, I told him it was okay to come in. He opened the door and I bit my lip.

"I need help zipping this damn thing up," I said, turning around. As soon as I saw the actor I turned away with a small squeak. He wasn't wearing anything but a towel. Dear god, help me. Tom's body was hotter than anything I've ever seen. I swear it was sculpted by the Gods themselves.

I heard him chuckle behind me. "Sure," Was all he said. I nodded my head, still refusing to turn around. Seeing Tom in nothing but a towel was sexy and all, but I was absolutely nervous about the whole thing.

I heard him walk up behind me and tug on the sides of my dress as my breathing stopped momentarily. "There's a snag in it," I informed him, my voice sounding so much calmer than I felt at the moment.

"Ah, I see it." He replied, pulling on the snagged part of the dress. I could tell he was being careful as to not rip the dress in any way. At least he's considerate of a woman's clothing. It wouldn't really bother me if it did tear slightly, but it'd be a shame if it did. I wouldn't go on a rampage though if the snag caused it to put a ruin or something in it.

Tom made a noise of triumph, so I figured he got it out. Plus, he began to zip my dress up the rest of the way, so one could only guess.

"Turn around," He commanded. I couldn't help but oblige. Happy that he didn't notice the scar tissue that's on my back.

I sighed, turning around and stared at Tom's brilliant blue eyes. He was smiling down at me, causing me to blush. Plus he was still in his towel, so that didn't really help.

He seemed to be giving me a head-to-toe look, I squirmed underneath his gaze. I couldn't bring myself to look in his eyes, so the floor had suddenly become really, really interesting.

It seemed like forever before Tom spoke up. "You look absolutely beautiful." It was then that I realized I was holding my breath, and when did my eyes shut?

I merely nodded my head and rolled my bottom lip between my teeth. I was about to walk over and find my flats in the room when Tom grabbed my face and forced me to look up at him.

His eyes were soft as he stared down at me. Why is he doing this? Doesn't he know he's in a fucking towel for fuck's sake! If only that towel would fall off…

No. No, Amie- don't.

"You really do look amazing, love," He said, bringing my attention back to him. "That color really suits you."

Even though he's said this to me when I first picked the color out, I couldn't help but to blush even harder at his words. I wasn't as pretty as he was making me out to be.

My bottom lip trembled as I opened my mouth to speak. I hated when he told me I was attractive, but then again, I love it. I wasn't used to it, but I enjoyed hearing it. Especially from Tom himself.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

It was then that I noticed Tom's gaze dropped down to my lips. I knew where that was heading, and right now Tom needed to get dressed. Plus he's in a towel, and it might lead to other things, which I am not ready for.

I smirked at him and quickly pulled away. I heard him huff but I ignored it, picking up his suit, which was now hanging on a hook that was on the wall.

He turned around, eyebrow raised. I pointed to his attire and stiffened a laugh.

"You need to get dressed." I told him. He groaned and walked over, snatching the outfit off of the hook and sending me a glare.

"Fine," He said, but smirked as he ripped his towel off, no doubt knowing it would make me uncomfortable and force a blush to my face.

It worked.

I quickly sucked air into my lungs and turned away, eyes wide and a full-blown blush in my face. I could even feel it start at my toes. Did he really have to do that? Seriously? That bastard knew that- he just took it off!

"What's wrong, dear?" He cooed in a mocking voice. I flipped him off behind my back and stormed out of the room.

That sonofabitch is going to get it. How, I'm not so sure myself. But dear god, he better pray that he doesn't fall asleep on me when I'm awake.

I coughed again, now bringing back the thought of me getting sick. But I didn't ponder on it too much seeing that I was still fumed about Tom's little show back there.

Though, despite myself, I couldn't help but to smirk.

Firstly, I'd like to say that I have and hold nothing against Susannah Fielding- I'm actually quite fond of her. I don't know exactly why her and Tom split up, and quite frankly, it's no one's business but their own.

Susannah is eventually going to be introduced in this story, when? I'm not quite sure. But when she is, I don't want any bashing towards her. You can say your opinions, but keep them appropriate and light.

Disrespectful comments will be removed.

I don't want to come across as an asshole right now, but I'm being serious. I don't want anyone badmouthing Susannah in a rude way. I am sick and tired of people making her out to seem like some kind of bitch that used Tom. Tom even said so himself that they both had blooming careers and didn't have time for a relationship. So comments are allowed, just keep them appropriate.

Thank you,

Tibble.