A few weeks later, Harrison called her up.
"Hey baby," he greeted cheerfully.
"Hey sweetheart, what's up?"
"'Temple of Doom' is premiering next Friday. It's one of those things I have to go to. Did you wanna go with me?"
"You're kidding...right?" she asked, shocked.
"No, I'm serious. Completely."
"Sure! What am I supposed to wear?"
"Something dressy. You know, a um, what do you call those dresses...uh..."
"Don't worry, I get it."
"So you're coming then?"
"Of course!"
"Okay then, bye."
"Bye," he said and hung up the phone on the other end. This was amazing. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything like this.
Friday at the premiere of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom…
The limousine came to a stop and their kiss with it. The chauffeur came around and opened the door. Harrison stepped out first, and the cameras went nuts. CLICK, FLASH, CLICK, FLASH. Julia didn't understand how anyone could see anything in that great of light. Then Harrison helped her out of the limousine, like the true gentleman he was. She put her arm through his, and even more cameras started flashing. They both smiled politely.
It was truly amazing. It seemed like every cameraman had two cameras or something.
She was wearing a silver dress, that complimented her slim form very well, and matching earrings and shoes. All which Harrison kindly helped her buy. Her hair was done up in a really fancy bun, which had been done by a hairstylist for the special occasion. Then a reporter jumped at them,
"Harrison, who is this beautiful lady you brought with you tonight?"
"This is my date, Julia."
"Where'd you meet her?"
"On the set of this movie."
"What was she doing there?"
"Just watching," he said, casually.
"So you're a fan?" the reporter asked, turning towards her.
"In a way." Harrison had taught her how to answer questions.
"Have a good time tonight you two," he said, stepping away so the next barrage of reporters could ask mostly the same questions.
The movie was good. Quite freaky, but good. Julia was on the edge of her seat the whole time, but Harrison just sat back in his seat watching with curiosity, critiquing his work. He always said he was his worst critic, and it was true.
When they came out of the movie, cameras and reporters barraged them again, asking how they liked the movie and so on. Then they finally got into the limousine. Blessed, blessed silence. Julia sighed and Harrison grinned, his eyes crinkling in the way she loved so much,
"What'd I tell you? They're all hunters and we're the hunted."
"You were definitely right," she said as the car started off for home.
"You look like you need to relax," he said.
"Ugh, is it that obvious?"
"No, I can just tell," he said kissing her behind the ear and starting to rub her shoulders.
"Oh God, that feels so good," she said, relishing in the treat she rarely got. Then he leaned down and kissed her neck. A chill ran up her spine as his soft lips traveled up to her jawbone. She let out a soft moan of pleasure and turned her head around to meet his awaiting lips. They met in a warm kiss and slowly pulled away, all the while, he didn't stop massaging her shoulders.
"You know you are very beautiful," he said, kissing my cheek.
"No, I'm not, you're much better looking then me."
"Why is it that women can never take compliments?"
"We can," she said.
"They why didn't you take mine?"
"Who said I didn't? I just said you are better looking than me."
"You can believe what you want, but I would never go out with me if I looked like me," he said then smiled.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Never mind," he said, and kissed her again. She laughed then kissed him back.
A month or two later a knock came at her door. She opened it and was surprised to see Harrison standing there. She ran into his arms and kissed him.
"I thought you were filming a movie!"
"We're in between locations so I came here," he said and kissed her again. "You don't mind do you?"
"Mmm, I missed you," she said, in between kisses, answering his question in a round-about sort of way.
"You too, baby." They slowly made their way, blindly, towards the couch. A few minutes later he stopped kissing her and said,
"I want you to come with me to Italy."
"What?"
"It's so lonely out there without you."
"It's lonely here without you too...but I can't go with you."
"Why not?"
"I have to finish up college."
"You don't have to, it's your doctorate for God's sake."
"You don't understand, Harrison, if I don't finish it now that I've started, I'll never get it done."
"Do you really have to?"
"I love archeology Harrison!"
"You love it more than me?!"
"You're the one who got me into it in the first place."
"ME?! What'd I ever do?!"
"You were Indiana Jones! That's what got me started, if you were even listening when I first met you instead of trying to sweep me off my feet, you would have already known that!"
"You'd rather spend your time digging up old...old...junk instead of being with me?"
"Is that all you think about?! Yourself?! It's always you, you, you! What about my needs?!" she said jumping to her feet.
"Seems to me like you're only thinking about you!" he yelled, jumping up as well.
"I don't need a selfish boyfriend!" she yelled right in his face.
"Well I don't need a selfish girlfriend either!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Since that's they way we both feel, get out of my apartment!"
"Fine!" He started to walk out the door.
"And good riddens! I don't need some big movie star to make me happy! Like I said before! I like normal guys!" she screamed as he slammed the door behind him.
I told you.
Shut up, she thought at herself and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator.
The very next day, as she was heading to class, a rather striking young man walked towards her. He was tall, about 6 foot, with black hair and almost black eyes to match. His nose was small and he had very high cheekbones, almost the total opposite of Harrison. Shut up, she told herself, don't think about him, ever again.
"Hey beautiful. I hear you're free now," said the man.
"Who told you that?" she asked, more curious than mad.
"Word gets around."
"Who are you exactly?"
"Name's Jason. Jason Snipes."
"Well, Jason, it was nice meeting you," she said, starting to walk off.
"Now that I'm an acquaintance, will you meet me for coffee after classes are over?" he asked. She stopped and turned around.
"Sure, why not?"
"Alright, see you then," he said and they walked off in opposite directions. She was free now wasn't she? Or was that just an argument? She couldn't seem to remember in the haze of the whole thing, but was pretty sure she told him off. And what's wrong with having a rebound guy? It's not like he didn't want to be one, or else he wouldn't have asked her out. Or did he not ask her out?
As she walked through the door to her classroom, she shut out everything she was thinking and concentrated on archeology. But she found it hard not to think about Indiana Jones.
As he was on the plane to Italy, Harrison just stared out the window. In a way he hated her, but on the other extreme, he missed her so much. He missed how she would flip her hair back and blush when she was embarrassed. He missed how she kissed him. He missed how she ate her scrambled eggs. She would put Texas Pete all over them and mash them around. Then she'd eat them. Every time she did that, he would laugh and she would have this innocent look on her face, just making him laugh all the more. He just couldn't keep her off his mind
After class Julia wen to meet Jason at Starbucks. He was nice enough, but he just didn't have what she was looking for, although she wasn't actually sure what she was looking for. When he called her up the next day, asking if she'd like to go see a movie with him that weekend, she told him that she didn't think it would work. He was obviously disappointed, but said he understood.
When she got in on Friday, she plopped down on the couch thinking of all the homework she had to do. She didn't mind homework all that much really, only when she had a lot of it. And that particular day, she had a lot of it.
She stared at the TV, thinking of how nice it would be to just turn it on and forget about her homework, but she realized that if she was ever going to get her doctorate, she'd have to do her homework, and do it well.
Then her eyes flitted to her movie collection beside the TV. They were all Harrison Ford movies. She closed her eyes, willing back the anger. Then she got up and put the movies away in the mini entertainment center, which she never really used all that much. She didn't really want to look at them.
A knock came at the door.
"Just a minute!" she yelled, putting away the last of the movies. She got up and walked towards the door. Upon opening it, she saw an unfamiliar face. No wait, it was familiar. This guy was from her archeology class.
"Hey," she said, kind of cautious. He was kind of cute. Blond hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones, but not as high as Jason's.
"Hey, my name's Roger, from arch class. I was wondering if you could help me with my homework. I'm having some trouble." Sure, he was having a little trouble, but he had a little crush on Julia and he heard that she was unattached now. It was his only chance.
"Well, I haven't started on mine yet, but it's now or never, so sure."
"Okay, thanks," he said, stepping inside. She told him to go sit at the kitchen table while she got her books. He did and a minute later she came back with her books. They sat there for about an hour and a half, books spread out across the whole table, trying to figure out the fake clues our professor gave them to find the fake resting place of the Ark of the Covenant. She couldn't help but think of Harrison, after all, he was Indiana Jones Well, sort of. She willed herself not to think of him.
She hated him. She hated how he was so selfish, how he didn't understand and didn't even try, how he yelled at her, not only did she not like it, but it actually scared her a little. She let out an annoyed sigh and went back to work.
They finally figured it out...hopefully. They wouldn't really know until the next day when the professor graded it. Then both Roger and Julia reached for the same 'Maps of Yesterday and Today' book, each thinking it was their own, and they touched hands for a split second. They both looked away and flushed. She took the book and looked on the inside cover, there in pencil was written, "Roger Danes". That wasn't her name, so she assumed the book was Roger's. She handed the book to him and he walked out, his hands full. And that was the beginning of an interesting relationship.
"Hey baby," he greeted cheerfully.
"Hey sweetheart, what's up?"
"'Temple of Doom' is premiering next Friday. It's one of those things I have to go to. Did you wanna go with me?"
"You're kidding...right?" she asked, shocked.
"No, I'm serious. Completely."
"Sure! What am I supposed to wear?"
"Something dressy. You know, a um, what do you call those dresses...uh..."
"Don't worry, I get it."
"So you're coming then?"
"Of course!"
"Okay then, bye."
"Bye," he said and hung up the phone on the other end. This was amazing. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything like this.
Friday at the premiere of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom…
The limousine came to a stop and their kiss with it. The chauffeur came around and opened the door. Harrison stepped out first, and the cameras went nuts. CLICK, FLASH, CLICK, FLASH. Julia didn't understand how anyone could see anything in that great of light. Then Harrison helped her out of the limousine, like the true gentleman he was. She put her arm through his, and even more cameras started flashing. They both smiled politely.
It was truly amazing. It seemed like every cameraman had two cameras or something.
She was wearing a silver dress, that complimented her slim form very well, and matching earrings and shoes. All which Harrison kindly helped her buy. Her hair was done up in a really fancy bun, which had been done by a hairstylist for the special occasion. Then a reporter jumped at them,
"Harrison, who is this beautiful lady you brought with you tonight?"
"This is my date, Julia."
"Where'd you meet her?"
"On the set of this movie."
"What was she doing there?"
"Just watching," he said, casually.
"So you're a fan?" the reporter asked, turning towards her.
"In a way." Harrison had taught her how to answer questions.
"Have a good time tonight you two," he said, stepping away so the next barrage of reporters could ask mostly the same questions.
The movie was good. Quite freaky, but good. Julia was on the edge of her seat the whole time, but Harrison just sat back in his seat watching with curiosity, critiquing his work. He always said he was his worst critic, and it was true.
When they came out of the movie, cameras and reporters barraged them again, asking how they liked the movie and so on. Then they finally got into the limousine. Blessed, blessed silence. Julia sighed and Harrison grinned, his eyes crinkling in the way she loved so much,
"What'd I tell you? They're all hunters and we're the hunted."
"You were definitely right," she said as the car started off for home.
"You look like you need to relax," he said.
"Ugh, is it that obvious?"
"No, I can just tell," he said kissing her behind the ear and starting to rub her shoulders.
"Oh God, that feels so good," she said, relishing in the treat she rarely got. Then he leaned down and kissed her neck. A chill ran up her spine as his soft lips traveled up to her jawbone. She let out a soft moan of pleasure and turned her head around to meet his awaiting lips. They met in a warm kiss and slowly pulled away, all the while, he didn't stop massaging her shoulders.
"You know you are very beautiful," he said, kissing my cheek.
"No, I'm not, you're much better looking then me."
"Why is it that women can never take compliments?"
"We can," she said.
"They why didn't you take mine?"
"Who said I didn't? I just said you are better looking than me."
"You can believe what you want, but I would never go out with me if I looked like me," he said then smiled.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Never mind," he said, and kissed her again. She laughed then kissed him back.
A month or two later a knock came at her door. She opened it and was surprised to see Harrison standing there. She ran into his arms and kissed him.
"I thought you were filming a movie!"
"We're in between locations so I came here," he said and kissed her again. "You don't mind do you?"
"Mmm, I missed you," she said, in between kisses, answering his question in a round-about sort of way.
"You too, baby." They slowly made their way, blindly, towards the couch. A few minutes later he stopped kissing her and said,
"I want you to come with me to Italy."
"What?"
"It's so lonely out there without you."
"It's lonely here without you too...but I can't go with you."
"Why not?"
"I have to finish up college."
"You don't have to, it's your doctorate for God's sake."
"You don't understand, Harrison, if I don't finish it now that I've started, I'll never get it done."
"Do you really have to?"
"I love archeology Harrison!"
"You love it more than me?!"
"You're the one who got me into it in the first place."
"ME?! What'd I ever do?!"
"You were Indiana Jones! That's what got me started, if you were even listening when I first met you instead of trying to sweep me off my feet, you would have already known that!"
"You'd rather spend your time digging up old...old...junk instead of being with me?"
"Is that all you think about?! Yourself?! It's always you, you, you! What about my needs?!" she said jumping to her feet.
"Seems to me like you're only thinking about you!" he yelled, jumping up as well.
"I don't need a selfish boyfriend!" she yelled right in his face.
"Well I don't need a selfish girlfriend either!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Since that's they way we both feel, get out of my apartment!"
"Fine!" He started to walk out the door.
"And good riddens! I don't need some big movie star to make me happy! Like I said before! I like normal guys!" she screamed as he slammed the door behind him.
I told you.
Shut up, she thought at herself and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator.
The very next day, as she was heading to class, a rather striking young man walked towards her. He was tall, about 6 foot, with black hair and almost black eyes to match. His nose was small and he had very high cheekbones, almost the total opposite of Harrison. Shut up, she told herself, don't think about him, ever again.
"Hey beautiful. I hear you're free now," said the man.
"Who told you that?" she asked, more curious than mad.
"Word gets around."
"Who are you exactly?"
"Name's Jason. Jason Snipes."
"Well, Jason, it was nice meeting you," she said, starting to walk off.
"Now that I'm an acquaintance, will you meet me for coffee after classes are over?" he asked. She stopped and turned around.
"Sure, why not?"
"Alright, see you then," he said and they walked off in opposite directions. She was free now wasn't she? Or was that just an argument? She couldn't seem to remember in the haze of the whole thing, but was pretty sure she told him off. And what's wrong with having a rebound guy? It's not like he didn't want to be one, or else he wouldn't have asked her out. Or did he not ask her out?
As she walked through the door to her classroom, she shut out everything she was thinking and concentrated on archeology. But she found it hard not to think about Indiana Jones.
As he was on the plane to Italy, Harrison just stared out the window. In a way he hated her, but on the other extreme, he missed her so much. He missed how she would flip her hair back and blush when she was embarrassed. He missed how she kissed him. He missed how she ate her scrambled eggs. She would put Texas Pete all over them and mash them around. Then she'd eat them. Every time she did that, he would laugh and she would have this innocent look on her face, just making him laugh all the more. He just couldn't keep her off his mind
After class Julia wen to meet Jason at Starbucks. He was nice enough, but he just didn't have what she was looking for, although she wasn't actually sure what she was looking for. When he called her up the next day, asking if she'd like to go see a movie with him that weekend, she told him that she didn't think it would work. He was obviously disappointed, but said he understood.
When she got in on Friday, she plopped down on the couch thinking of all the homework she had to do. She didn't mind homework all that much really, only when she had a lot of it. And that particular day, she had a lot of it.
She stared at the TV, thinking of how nice it would be to just turn it on and forget about her homework, but she realized that if she was ever going to get her doctorate, she'd have to do her homework, and do it well.
Then her eyes flitted to her movie collection beside the TV. They were all Harrison Ford movies. She closed her eyes, willing back the anger. Then she got up and put the movies away in the mini entertainment center, which she never really used all that much. She didn't really want to look at them.
A knock came at the door.
"Just a minute!" she yelled, putting away the last of the movies. She got up and walked towards the door. Upon opening it, she saw an unfamiliar face. No wait, it was familiar. This guy was from her archeology class.
"Hey," she said, kind of cautious. He was kind of cute. Blond hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones, but not as high as Jason's.
"Hey, my name's Roger, from arch class. I was wondering if you could help me with my homework. I'm having some trouble." Sure, he was having a little trouble, but he had a little crush on Julia and he heard that she was unattached now. It was his only chance.
"Well, I haven't started on mine yet, but it's now or never, so sure."
"Okay, thanks," he said, stepping inside. She told him to go sit at the kitchen table while she got her books. He did and a minute later she came back with her books. They sat there for about an hour and a half, books spread out across the whole table, trying to figure out the fake clues our professor gave them to find the fake resting place of the Ark of the Covenant. She couldn't help but think of Harrison, after all, he was Indiana Jones Well, sort of. She willed herself not to think of him.
She hated him. She hated how he was so selfish, how he didn't understand and didn't even try, how he yelled at her, not only did she not like it, but it actually scared her a little. She let out an annoyed sigh and went back to work.
They finally figured it out...hopefully. They wouldn't really know until the next day when the professor graded it. Then both Roger and Julia reached for the same 'Maps of Yesterday and Today' book, each thinking it was their own, and they touched hands for a split second. They both looked away and flushed. She took the book and looked on the inside cover, there in pencil was written, "Roger Danes". That wasn't her name, so she assumed the book was Roger's. She handed the book to him and he walked out, his hands full. And that was the beginning of an interesting relationship.