Jill's eyes widened in shock. Carlos? What did he want with her? Carlos was
a smooth South American with enough charm to get any girl he wanted. And
he wanted her?
On one level, Jill was flattered. On another, she was confused. A war of
conflicting emotions raged a battle in her mind. She liked Carlos, but she
loved Chris.
It's early in the morning, she thought. I could go to the movie with Chris,
then go to dinner with Carlos. I don't have to choose.
And with that, she replied firmly, "I'd love to, Carlos. But just as friends,
right?" she asked. "Oh, of course!" Carlos replied quickly. Too quickly, but
Jill didn't notice that. "All right. I'll pick you up around seven, OK?" Carlos
confirmed. "That's fine. I'll see you then." She said good-bye and with a
smile on her face, she walked into her bedroom to get changed.
«Ding-dong» Chris raced to get the door. He was wearing khaki shorts and a
surprisingly nice shirt. He wanted to look his best for his girl. He opened the
door, and there stood Jill, the literal girl of his dreams. She wore her
"uniform" blue tube top, but she didn't have her combat pants on. Chris
wasn't complaining, however; her denim short shorts were fine with him.
Chris realized he was staring at her. he coughed and looked away,
embarrassed. "Uh…won't you come in?" he asked, stepping away from the
doorframe. "Sure, thanks," Jill replied, stepping into the dim interior from
the bright outdoors. "You look great," Chris replied, smiling his patented
half-smile. "Thanks. So do you! I didn't know you even possessed nice
clothes! What did you do, go shopping before I got here?" Jill teased. "Nah,
Claire got me these for Christmas. She said she was sick of me wearing
sweats everywhere," he smiled. Jill grinned back, but grimaced inside. Here
she was with the man she loved, and all she could do was talk about his
clothes. Yuck.
"So…what movie do you want to see?" Chris asked. "You know what movie
looks good? Pearl Harbor. Do you want to go see that?" Jill asked, her eyes
shining. Chick Flick, Chris thought. "Sure, let's go!" is what he said,
however.
*
Jill sat sobbing in the theater, watching Reef's plane crash down into the
ocean. She had started crying a while ago, and was showing no signs of
stopping. Chris leaned over and whispered to her, "Jill, it's OK, it's just a
movie. This didn't really happen." "But what about Evelyn? And Danny?
What are they going to do without him?" was her tear-filled response. Oh,
boy. He was in love with a woman who couldn't separate reality and the
movies.
Two and a half hours later, the movie was coming to an end (don't worry, I
won't spoil the ending!) Chris glanced over at Jill, who still had tears
running down her face. The power of his gaze drew her eyes, and she looked
at him innocently, her expression childlike.
Chris slowly leaned toward her, and Jill did the same. The instant their lips
met, both knew that this was what fate intended, this is what was meant to
be!
They slowly drew apart, looking at each other, incredibly happy, yet also a
bit incredulous.
"Well…um…should we go?" Chris asked, looking at the gray screen and
clearing his throat.
"Yeah. Let's go. Thanks for taking me, Chris. I had a great time. That was
the best movie I've ever seen," Jill proclaimed. Both were acting as if their
kiss had never happened. This would be because both thought they had
dozed during the movie and dreamt about it so vividly it seemed real. But as
Chris drove Jill home, she realized she hadn't been dreaming. She'd kissed
Chris Redfield! The man who dominated her dreams each night!
They pulled up in front of her house, and Jill repeated her thanks. Then she
surprised even herself. She quickly pecked Chris on the lips before rushing
out of the car to get ready for her date with Carlos, leaving Chris sitting in
his car, slightly dazed but very ecstatic.
a smooth South American with enough charm to get any girl he wanted. And
he wanted her?
On one level, Jill was flattered. On another, she was confused. A war of
conflicting emotions raged a battle in her mind. She liked Carlos, but she
loved Chris.
It's early in the morning, she thought. I could go to the movie with Chris,
then go to dinner with Carlos. I don't have to choose.
And with that, she replied firmly, "I'd love to, Carlos. But just as friends,
right?" she asked. "Oh, of course!" Carlos replied quickly. Too quickly, but
Jill didn't notice that. "All right. I'll pick you up around seven, OK?" Carlos
confirmed. "That's fine. I'll see you then." She said good-bye and with a
smile on her face, she walked into her bedroom to get changed.
«Ding-dong» Chris raced to get the door. He was wearing khaki shorts and a
surprisingly nice shirt. He wanted to look his best for his girl. He opened the
door, and there stood Jill, the literal girl of his dreams. She wore her
"uniform" blue tube top, but she didn't have her combat pants on. Chris
wasn't complaining, however; her denim short shorts were fine with him.
Chris realized he was staring at her. he coughed and looked away,
embarrassed. "Uh…won't you come in?" he asked, stepping away from the
doorframe. "Sure, thanks," Jill replied, stepping into the dim interior from
the bright outdoors. "You look great," Chris replied, smiling his patented
half-smile. "Thanks. So do you! I didn't know you even possessed nice
clothes! What did you do, go shopping before I got here?" Jill teased. "Nah,
Claire got me these for Christmas. She said she was sick of me wearing
sweats everywhere," he smiled. Jill grinned back, but grimaced inside. Here
she was with the man she loved, and all she could do was talk about his
clothes. Yuck.
"So…what movie do you want to see?" Chris asked. "You know what movie
looks good? Pearl Harbor. Do you want to go see that?" Jill asked, her eyes
shining. Chick Flick, Chris thought. "Sure, let's go!" is what he said,
however.
*
Jill sat sobbing in the theater, watching Reef's plane crash down into the
ocean. She had started crying a while ago, and was showing no signs of
stopping. Chris leaned over and whispered to her, "Jill, it's OK, it's just a
movie. This didn't really happen." "But what about Evelyn? And Danny?
What are they going to do without him?" was her tear-filled response. Oh,
boy. He was in love with a woman who couldn't separate reality and the
movies.
Two and a half hours later, the movie was coming to an end (don't worry, I
won't spoil the ending!) Chris glanced over at Jill, who still had tears
running down her face. The power of his gaze drew her eyes, and she looked
at him innocently, her expression childlike.
Chris slowly leaned toward her, and Jill did the same. The instant their lips
met, both knew that this was what fate intended, this is what was meant to
be!
They slowly drew apart, looking at each other, incredibly happy, yet also a
bit incredulous.
"Well…um…should we go?" Chris asked, looking at the gray screen and
clearing his throat.
"Yeah. Let's go. Thanks for taking me, Chris. I had a great time. That was
the best movie I've ever seen," Jill proclaimed. Both were acting as if their
kiss had never happened. This would be because both thought they had
dozed during the movie and dreamt about it so vividly it seemed real. But as
Chris drove Jill home, she realized she hadn't been dreaming. She'd kissed
Chris Redfield! The man who dominated her dreams each night!
They pulled up in front of her house, and Jill repeated her thanks. Then she
surprised even herself. She quickly pecked Chris on the lips before rushing
out of the car to get ready for her date with Carlos, leaving Chris sitting in
his car, slightly dazed but very ecstatic.