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Chapter 10: The Prom Queen Issue and the Ice Cream
Reilly laughed as Dom spun her around wildly, holding her hand above her head, and he couldn't help laughing too. She looked so happy…her eyes were impossibly shiny and she was practically glowing. Dizzily, she swayed for a moment before falling, still laughing, into his arms. She looked up from her position against his chest and smiled. "This is perfect…it's all so perfect. Even this stupid European techno music!" she couldn't help adding, her eyes sparkling wickedly. "Yeah, yeah, you Yanks and your hip hop…whatever!" Dom threw out his favorite American slang, affectionately pulling at her hair, which hung long and loose beneath her halo. Tricia had put soft waves into it for her, and thrown a handful of glitter in as well. Sparkles shone on Reilly's eyelids, cheeks and collarbone as well, and with the white dress and her sweet smile (not to mention the kind of dead- giveaway wings) she really looked like an angel, small and innocent in his arms.
An instant later she was out again though, yelling "yeah well at least we 'Yanks' can really dance!" over the music. Dom raised his eyebrows. "Is that a challenge, Miss Scott?" Reilly nodded. "Show it to me, baby!" she replied, as he pulled her hips to his and locked his eyes on hers as they began to sway with the music. Reilly bit her lip and raised her eyebrows. Damn, she thought to herself with a smile. Dom was definitely hot…the whole devil thing really worked on him, with the horns popping up from his tousled hair. He was wearing dark red pants, which had amused Reilly to no end when she first saw them ("Hey…I have those!" had been her exact words) and a rather tight fitting black button down shirt. The whole outfit was very Euro chic…more Orli's style than Dom's, really, but it was definitely working anyway! He and Orli, absolutely dashing of course as Tricia's prince, had made for quite the entrance, but thankfully Reilly's college crowd was more or less laid-back at the thought of partying with two hot actors starring in the biggest movies in the world. After a few autographs and of course dances with a few fans, the guys had been left to enjoy themselves. And I certainly am, Dom thought to himself as he let his hand slide a little lower down Reilly's back.
A couple yards away Tricia sat with Orlando, taking a break with a drink and watching their two friends. "They're so adorable, it almost makes you wish…" Tricia trailed off sighing, and Orli tore his eyes off Reilly long enough to snap his head in her direction. Tricia shrugged. "Oh, I don't know, nothing really. It's just nice to see how happy they make eachother…I just wonder where they think they're going to find other people who can make them so happy," Orli looked at her strangely. "What about Tristan?" Tricia shrugged again. "Well…I mean, it's not really my place to say, but I don't think they're deeply in love or anything…it seems to me like one of those cases of friendship turned into something more kind of by default. Like, it seemed like it should work, so they went for it. But I'm not sure it has that…something…that a relationship needs to really make it," she paused and smiled. "But then again, like I said, it's really none of my business, and I've only heard from Ri's end…I haven't even met Tristan. But I'm excited to," she added, adjusting her tiara.
"Hey!" Reilly collapsed into the chair beside Tricia, flushed and breathless. "What are you two wallflowers doing over here?" she asked as Dom pulled up a chair beside Orlando's. "Oh, you know, just talking about how much you two definitely cannot dance!" Orli deadpanned, winking at Tricia, who laughed and nodded. "Really, what was that out there? Orli, I think we need to give them a lesson!" she announced, standing up and grabbing Dom by the hand. "Absolutely," Orli replied with a smile, sweeping a laughing Reilly into his arms. "I'll show you how it's done, angel," he winked. "You don't have to show me anyth…" Reilly's words caught in her throat as Orli's hands moved down her sides and around to her lower back. He pulled her firmly against him. The song had changed, and it was a slow one. "That boy…" Reilly recognized the very early Beatles ballad as Orli dropped his face into the crook of her neck. Her head rested on his chest and she could feel him breathing. Looking to her left she could see Dom and Tricia. Trish was a little taller than him in her heels, but they looked cute anyway. Dom caught her eye and smiled, and she smiled back and took one hand off Orlando's shoulder to reach out and take Dom's hand. "And, this boy…would be happy…just to love you…" Reilly kept her eyes on Dom's, smiling as she realized he was softly singing along with the song.
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"So now what?" Reilly asked as they left the ballroom. It was late, but no one seemed to be ready to head home. "Isn't there a little balcony off your floor at your dorm?" Dom asked her. Reilly nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! And there's a little step up so you can sit on the roof, on the flat part." Dom nodded. "It's a beautiful night, it will be nice up there."
"This way," Tricia led them up the step and onto the roof, ice cream in hand. "Well, we certainly can't drink on the roof, ice cream will have to do," she had said. Reilly followed up last and smiled at Orli as he offered her his hand. She had taken off her wings and wore a hoodie over her white dress, but she had kept her halo on. So cute, Orli thought to himself as they sat down together and she leaned against his shoulder. Tricia and Dom sat opposite them. "Ri, can I try on your halo?" she asked, holding out her tiara. "You can wear this." Reilly handed over her halo and looked a bit apprehensively at the tiara, remembering the last time she had worn one. She placed it one her head. "There ya go, prom queen!" Tricia grinned. Reilly blushed slightly, and Tricia groaned. "Oh man…you WERE prom queen at your school, weren't you? I should have known!" Reilly frowned. "Why should you have known? Oh!" she exclaimed, changing the subject. "Guess what…I got asked out the other day!"
Three pairs of eyebrows raised questioningly. "Well, I mean I said no, but it was great…it was this really nice guy, Kevin, in my Brit Politics class." Tricia looked confused. "That's nice, Ri, but why so exciting? You make it sound like it's new for you, but I'm sure you've been asked out before." Reilly looked down uncomfortably, realizing what she's gotten herself into. "Yeah…but I mean…this was the first time…he didn't know who I was, and he still wanted to know me…not cause of…anything," she trailed off, feeling Dom and Orli both watching her intently. They were all silent for a moment, waiting for her to continue, while she prayed desperately for the subject to magically change, sorry she'd brought it up. Like a gift from God… "fuck!" Tricia yelled as the ice cream tumbled off the roof. Reilly, Dom and Orlando broke into laughter at Tricia's obvious distress at the untimely loss of her ice cream. "Shut up, all of you! That was peppermint," she pouted. "I need to get more!" she announced, and Orli offered to go with her.
While they made their way inside, Reilly crawled over to Dom, climbing into his lap. He played with her hair as she rested against him. "Ri?" he asked. "Hmmm?" "What was that all about? With the date, and why you were so happy?" Reilly looked up at him, then down at her hands. As always, Dom made it feel alright to open up. "He doesn't know anything about me…he doesn't care that I'm Reilly Scott, Jace and Gracie Scott's daughter. Or the girl with the big sailboat and 4th of July parties. Or the prom queen, or Tristan Hayden the BC hockey star's girlfriend, or Eric Scott's twin…" she trailed off, then met his eyes and continued. "He wanted to go out with me…he liked me…and he didn't like me for any of that…he didn't know any of that. And it made me happy, because…it made me feel like I'm more than that…more than my name." Dom frowned. "But you are, Ri…so much more. Don't you know that?" Reilly looked down at her hands again, and Dom stopped playing with her hair to put his arms around her. "Reilly, you are amazing. I don't even remember what my life was like before you were in it…and I don't care what your name is. And Orli doesn't either. Just like you don't care what ours are," he added softly, and she smiled slightly up at him, then shook her head. "I'm just being stupid," she said. Dom shook his head, playing with her hair again and resting his chin on the top of her head. "No, Ri, you're never stupid."
Orli and Tricia made their way back, and to Reilly's delight Tricia had returned with her personal favorite, cherry chocolate chip. Of course, within seconds Orlando had smeared it all over her face and then offered to lick it off for her, resulting in an all out wrestling match on the roof. Reilly giggled as she futilely attempted to overtake Orli, struggling only slightly as he managed to taste some of the ice cream on her lips with his own. "Hmmm," she smiled from her position, trapped beneath him, after he had managed to slip her the tongue for a few moments. "I didn't think there was any in there." Orli grinned, the dimple in his right cheek deepening. "Oh, well I didn't want to overlook anything…you can't be too careful, you know. In fact, I'd say that to be on the safe side I'd better check in there one more time." He winked and before she could protest, his lips were on hers again, his tongue gently finding its way inside her mouth once more. Reilly pushed him off, laughing, not disturbed by his flirtation. She was attracted to him, of course, but it was nothing, right? Of course it's nothing, she thought to herself, it's just Orli. Orlando Bloom. Major hottie, major star. He couldn't really like her that way. She smirked teasingly at him. "I hope all that glitter you licked off with the ice cream was non-toxic!" Orli stuck his tongue out at her and pulled her over to him, the two of them turning their faces up to the starry dark sky.
A few feet away Dom sat beside Tricia, also looking up at the stars. He hadn't been paying much attention to the little ice cream war beside him, he was thinking of other things. He hated the stars right now, for all their boldness and beauty. They aren't half as incredible as Reilly, he thought to himself, and they burn so bright and proud. Why can't she see how wonderful she is, how unbelievable every little thing about her is. He looked at her, curled up in Orlando's arms, the stars reflecting in her eyes. Why can't she see it?
~I still only own Reilly and all other non-actor type characters…and the story…do I really have to do this every time???~
Chapter 10: The Prom Queen Issue and the Ice Cream
Reilly laughed as Dom spun her around wildly, holding her hand above her head, and he couldn't help laughing too. She looked so happy…her eyes were impossibly shiny and she was practically glowing. Dizzily, she swayed for a moment before falling, still laughing, into his arms. She looked up from her position against his chest and smiled. "This is perfect…it's all so perfect. Even this stupid European techno music!" she couldn't help adding, her eyes sparkling wickedly. "Yeah, yeah, you Yanks and your hip hop…whatever!" Dom threw out his favorite American slang, affectionately pulling at her hair, which hung long and loose beneath her halo. Tricia had put soft waves into it for her, and thrown a handful of glitter in as well. Sparkles shone on Reilly's eyelids, cheeks and collarbone as well, and with the white dress and her sweet smile (not to mention the kind of dead- giveaway wings) she really looked like an angel, small and innocent in his arms.
An instant later she was out again though, yelling "yeah well at least we 'Yanks' can really dance!" over the music. Dom raised his eyebrows. "Is that a challenge, Miss Scott?" Reilly nodded. "Show it to me, baby!" she replied, as he pulled her hips to his and locked his eyes on hers as they began to sway with the music. Reilly bit her lip and raised her eyebrows. Damn, she thought to herself with a smile. Dom was definitely hot…the whole devil thing really worked on him, with the horns popping up from his tousled hair. He was wearing dark red pants, which had amused Reilly to no end when she first saw them ("Hey…I have those!" had been her exact words) and a rather tight fitting black button down shirt. The whole outfit was very Euro chic…more Orli's style than Dom's, really, but it was definitely working anyway! He and Orli, absolutely dashing of course as Tricia's prince, had made for quite the entrance, but thankfully Reilly's college crowd was more or less laid-back at the thought of partying with two hot actors starring in the biggest movies in the world. After a few autographs and of course dances with a few fans, the guys had been left to enjoy themselves. And I certainly am, Dom thought to himself as he let his hand slide a little lower down Reilly's back.
A couple yards away Tricia sat with Orlando, taking a break with a drink and watching their two friends. "They're so adorable, it almost makes you wish…" Tricia trailed off sighing, and Orli tore his eyes off Reilly long enough to snap his head in her direction. Tricia shrugged. "Oh, I don't know, nothing really. It's just nice to see how happy they make eachother…I just wonder where they think they're going to find other people who can make them so happy," Orli looked at her strangely. "What about Tristan?" Tricia shrugged again. "Well…I mean, it's not really my place to say, but I don't think they're deeply in love or anything…it seems to me like one of those cases of friendship turned into something more kind of by default. Like, it seemed like it should work, so they went for it. But I'm not sure it has that…something…that a relationship needs to really make it," she paused and smiled. "But then again, like I said, it's really none of my business, and I've only heard from Ri's end…I haven't even met Tristan. But I'm excited to," she added, adjusting her tiara.
"Hey!" Reilly collapsed into the chair beside Tricia, flushed and breathless. "What are you two wallflowers doing over here?" she asked as Dom pulled up a chair beside Orlando's. "Oh, you know, just talking about how much you two definitely cannot dance!" Orli deadpanned, winking at Tricia, who laughed and nodded. "Really, what was that out there? Orli, I think we need to give them a lesson!" she announced, standing up and grabbing Dom by the hand. "Absolutely," Orli replied with a smile, sweeping a laughing Reilly into his arms. "I'll show you how it's done, angel," he winked. "You don't have to show me anyth…" Reilly's words caught in her throat as Orli's hands moved down her sides and around to her lower back. He pulled her firmly against him. The song had changed, and it was a slow one. "That boy…" Reilly recognized the very early Beatles ballad as Orli dropped his face into the crook of her neck. Her head rested on his chest and she could feel him breathing. Looking to her left she could see Dom and Tricia. Trish was a little taller than him in her heels, but they looked cute anyway. Dom caught her eye and smiled, and she smiled back and took one hand off Orlando's shoulder to reach out and take Dom's hand. "And, this boy…would be happy…just to love you…" Reilly kept her eyes on Dom's, smiling as she realized he was softly singing along with the song.
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"So now what?" Reilly asked as they left the ballroom. It was late, but no one seemed to be ready to head home. "Isn't there a little balcony off your floor at your dorm?" Dom asked her. Reilly nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! And there's a little step up so you can sit on the roof, on the flat part." Dom nodded. "It's a beautiful night, it will be nice up there."
"This way," Tricia led them up the step and onto the roof, ice cream in hand. "Well, we certainly can't drink on the roof, ice cream will have to do," she had said. Reilly followed up last and smiled at Orli as he offered her his hand. She had taken off her wings and wore a hoodie over her white dress, but she had kept her halo on. So cute, Orli thought to himself as they sat down together and she leaned against his shoulder. Tricia and Dom sat opposite them. "Ri, can I try on your halo?" she asked, holding out her tiara. "You can wear this." Reilly handed over her halo and looked a bit apprehensively at the tiara, remembering the last time she had worn one. She placed it one her head. "There ya go, prom queen!" Tricia grinned. Reilly blushed slightly, and Tricia groaned. "Oh man…you WERE prom queen at your school, weren't you? I should have known!" Reilly frowned. "Why should you have known? Oh!" she exclaimed, changing the subject. "Guess what…I got asked out the other day!"
Three pairs of eyebrows raised questioningly. "Well, I mean I said no, but it was great…it was this really nice guy, Kevin, in my Brit Politics class." Tricia looked confused. "That's nice, Ri, but why so exciting? You make it sound like it's new for you, but I'm sure you've been asked out before." Reilly looked down uncomfortably, realizing what she's gotten herself into. "Yeah…but I mean…this was the first time…he didn't know who I was, and he still wanted to know me…not cause of…anything," she trailed off, feeling Dom and Orli both watching her intently. They were all silent for a moment, waiting for her to continue, while she prayed desperately for the subject to magically change, sorry she'd brought it up. Like a gift from God… "fuck!" Tricia yelled as the ice cream tumbled off the roof. Reilly, Dom and Orlando broke into laughter at Tricia's obvious distress at the untimely loss of her ice cream. "Shut up, all of you! That was peppermint," she pouted. "I need to get more!" she announced, and Orli offered to go with her.
While they made their way inside, Reilly crawled over to Dom, climbing into his lap. He played with her hair as she rested against him. "Ri?" he asked. "Hmmm?" "What was that all about? With the date, and why you were so happy?" Reilly looked up at him, then down at her hands. As always, Dom made it feel alright to open up. "He doesn't know anything about me…he doesn't care that I'm Reilly Scott, Jace and Gracie Scott's daughter. Or the girl with the big sailboat and 4th of July parties. Or the prom queen, or Tristan Hayden the BC hockey star's girlfriend, or Eric Scott's twin…" she trailed off, then met his eyes and continued. "He wanted to go out with me…he liked me…and he didn't like me for any of that…he didn't know any of that. And it made me happy, because…it made me feel like I'm more than that…more than my name." Dom frowned. "But you are, Ri…so much more. Don't you know that?" Reilly looked down at her hands again, and Dom stopped playing with her hair to put his arms around her. "Reilly, you are amazing. I don't even remember what my life was like before you were in it…and I don't care what your name is. And Orli doesn't either. Just like you don't care what ours are," he added softly, and she smiled slightly up at him, then shook her head. "I'm just being stupid," she said. Dom shook his head, playing with her hair again and resting his chin on the top of her head. "No, Ri, you're never stupid."
Orli and Tricia made their way back, and to Reilly's delight Tricia had returned with her personal favorite, cherry chocolate chip. Of course, within seconds Orlando had smeared it all over her face and then offered to lick it off for her, resulting in an all out wrestling match on the roof. Reilly giggled as she futilely attempted to overtake Orli, struggling only slightly as he managed to taste some of the ice cream on her lips with his own. "Hmmm," she smiled from her position, trapped beneath him, after he had managed to slip her the tongue for a few moments. "I didn't think there was any in there." Orli grinned, the dimple in his right cheek deepening. "Oh, well I didn't want to overlook anything…you can't be too careful, you know. In fact, I'd say that to be on the safe side I'd better check in there one more time." He winked and before she could protest, his lips were on hers again, his tongue gently finding its way inside her mouth once more. Reilly pushed him off, laughing, not disturbed by his flirtation. She was attracted to him, of course, but it was nothing, right? Of course it's nothing, she thought to herself, it's just Orli. Orlando Bloom. Major hottie, major star. He couldn't really like her that way. She smirked teasingly at him. "I hope all that glitter you licked off with the ice cream was non-toxic!" Orli stuck his tongue out at her and pulled her over to him, the two of them turning their faces up to the starry dark sky.
A few feet away Dom sat beside Tricia, also looking up at the stars. He hadn't been paying much attention to the little ice cream war beside him, he was thinking of other things. He hated the stars right now, for all their boldness and beauty. They aren't half as incredible as Reilly, he thought to himself, and they burn so bright and proud. Why can't she see how wonderful she is, how unbelievable every little thing about her is. He looked at her, curled up in Orlando's arms, the stars reflecting in her eyes. Why can't she see it?