spoilers : I know them, but I won't use them.
pairing : literati ; b/t
disclaimer : If I owned the show, this stuff would be used on TV!
author's note : *C'est la fête, c'est la fête* Sorry, I had to put that there. If any of you have the Beauty and the Beast DVD, put it on French. They changed "Be our Guest" to "It's the Party." But anyway, they're going to dance the night away. NOT! Just read, and maybe you'll understand.
Becca's POV
I could do nothing but stare at him. Why was he here? Did he think that solved anything? Why doesn't he go away?
He's not moving.
"Why are you here?" I said calmly.
"I wanted to see you."
Simple enough. I refocused my eyes so I was no longer looking at him, but seeing through him. I turned to Tristan.
"We ready?" I took his hand and we walked out the door.
When the four of us were seated on the limo, someone finally spoke up.
end
"Who was that?" inquired Jess.
"No one of importance."
"So you just left him there like that?"
"He'll figure it out."
"Are you still up for going tonight?" Tristan said.
Becca turned towards him. "Of course. There's still food involved, right?"
The grouped laughed, and it was silently decided that the subject of the mystery man would be dropped for tonight. It was supposed to be fun.
~ * ~
Jess stopped Rory as they started walking towards the building.
"You look great tonight."
"So do you."
"You know, we don't have to go in there quite yet."
"Well come on then, lead the way."
The two of them heading toward the side of the building, where no one would see. Rory wrapped Jess's tie around her hand, pushed him into the wall and proceeded to kiss him like there was no tomorrow.
As they pulled away, short of breath, Rory said, "I've always wanted to do that."
"The kissing part of the shoving into a wall part."
"Both."
"Oh."
"Shall we do it again?"
"We shall."
The two of them were too wrapped up in each other to hear the footsteps of their friends.
"See, I told you so," Tristan said to Becca.
Becca shook her head. "I can't believe you guys. Can't you control your hormones for 10 minutes? You were right behind us."
Her only answer was the continuous [kissing noises].
"Fine. Be that way, we're going inside."
The two disappeared around the corner as Jess and Rory pulled away.
"I thought they'd never leave," Jess said.
"True, but shouldn't..."
She was cut off by another knee weakening kiss.
~ * ~
Becca stared off into the distance.
"What are you looking at?" her dance partner inquired.
"Nothing."
"Oh really?" Tristan whipped her around quickly so he was standing in her spot and she his.
"You just had to see, didn't you?" She laughed. "You were jealous because you weren't my eye candy for a whole 30 seconds."
"Can I help it if I want ALL of your attention?"
"Kudos points for being cute, but they're all being taken away for being overly clingy."
"Clingy? I'm clingy?"
"Could you be described as anything else?"
"Could you be described as anything but annoying?" he said dragging out the last word.
"Hey, be nice."
"Same goes to you."
"Truce?"
"Truce."
"Do you spit-shake now?"
"Is that what you want?"
"No."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Because that's what they usually do in the movies."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but this isn't the movies."
"It could be."
"In which of your obscure dimensions?"
"This one."
"So we're in a movie?"
"Yep."
"Alright."
*Oomph* Becca's step faltered.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, but lemme check my shoe."
"Oh God, you and your shoe."
"What about me and my shoe."
"You worry more about your shoe than your ankle."
"My ankle is fine, but I need to know about my shoe."
Tristan sighed as he followed her to the table.
~ * ~
` "Do you think we should go in now?" Jess asked.
"Yes, wait," Rory paused, "Do I have make-out hair?"
"No, do I?" he said as he did the John Travolta move from Grease. { a/n : you know when he slides his hand along his hair. If you don't know what I'm talking about go watch the movie. }
"No Danny, you don't."
Jess smirked. "Just making sure."
"Well Danny better be leaving soon because my boyfriend is coming back and I don't want to be caught with another guy."
"You're insane you know that?"
"But you wouldn't have me any other way."
"Of course not," he said, giving her a short kiss.
~ * ~
For the four of them, the night was going amazingly. But, even the best of the movies have to end sometime.
* { a/n : cryptic ending, isn't it? Don't worry, it's a happy cryptic, but that's an oxymoron. Whatever. I know where I want to go with this story, but I'm not quite sure how to get there. You know like if you want to go to Alaska and you're not quite sure if you want to drive, fly, cruise, or teleport there? Anyway, any help you'd like to give would be welcome. } *
pairing : literati ; b/t
disclaimer : If I owned the show, this stuff would be used on TV!
author's note : *C'est la fête, c'est la fête* Sorry, I had to put that there. If any of you have the Beauty and the Beast DVD, put it on French. They changed "Be our Guest" to "It's the Party." But anyway, they're going to dance the night away. NOT! Just read, and maybe you'll understand.
Becca's POV
I could do nothing but stare at him. Why was he here? Did he think that solved anything? Why doesn't he go away?
He's not moving.
"Why are you here?" I said calmly.
"I wanted to see you."
Simple enough. I refocused my eyes so I was no longer looking at him, but seeing through him. I turned to Tristan.
"We ready?" I took his hand and we walked out the door.
When the four of us were seated on the limo, someone finally spoke up.
end
"Who was that?" inquired Jess.
"No one of importance."
"So you just left him there like that?"
"He'll figure it out."
"Are you still up for going tonight?" Tristan said.
Becca turned towards him. "Of course. There's still food involved, right?"
The grouped laughed, and it was silently decided that the subject of the mystery man would be dropped for tonight. It was supposed to be fun.
~ * ~
Jess stopped Rory as they started walking towards the building.
"You look great tonight."
"So do you."
"You know, we don't have to go in there quite yet."
"Well come on then, lead the way."
The two of them heading toward the side of the building, where no one would see. Rory wrapped Jess's tie around her hand, pushed him into the wall and proceeded to kiss him like there was no tomorrow.
As they pulled away, short of breath, Rory said, "I've always wanted to do that."
"The kissing part of the shoving into a wall part."
"Both."
"Oh."
"Shall we do it again?"
"We shall."
The two of them were too wrapped up in each other to hear the footsteps of their friends.
"See, I told you so," Tristan said to Becca.
Becca shook her head. "I can't believe you guys. Can't you control your hormones for 10 minutes? You were right behind us."
Her only answer was the continuous [kissing noises].
"Fine. Be that way, we're going inside."
The two disappeared around the corner as Jess and Rory pulled away.
"I thought they'd never leave," Jess said.
"True, but shouldn't..."
She was cut off by another knee weakening kiss.
~ * ~
Becca stared off into the distance.
"What are you looking at?" her dance partner inquired.
"Nothing."
"Oh really?" Tristan whipped her around quickly so he was standing in her spot and she his.
"You just had to see, didn't you?" She laughed. "You were jealous because you weren't my eye candy for a whole 30 seconds."
"Can I help it if I want ALL of your attention?"
"Kudos points for being cute, but they're all being taken away for being overly clingy."
"Clingy? I'm clingy?"
"Could you be described as anything else?"
"Could you be described as anything but annoying?" he said dragging out the last word.
"Hey, be nice."
"Same goes to you."
"Truce?"
"Truce."
"Do you spit-shake now?"
"Is that what you want?"
"No."
"Then why did you ask?"
"Because that's what they usually do in the movies."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but this isn't the movies."
"It could be."
"In which of your obscure dimensions?"
"This one."
"So we're in a movie?"
"Yep."
"Alright."
*Oomph* Becca's step faltered.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, but lemme check my shoe."
"Oh God, you and your shoe."
"What about me and my shoe."
"You worry more about your shoe than your ankle."
"My ankle is fine, but I need to know about my shoe."
Tristan sighed as he followed her to the table.
~ * ~
` "Do you think we should go in now?" Jess asked.
"Yes, wait," Rory paused, "Do I have make-out hair?"
"No, do I?" he said as he did the John Travolta move from Grease. { a/n : you know when he slides his hand along his hair. If you don't know what I'm talking about go watch the movie. }
"No Danny, you don't."
Jess smirked. "Just making sure."
"Well Danny better be leaving soon because my boyfriend is coming back and I don't want to be caught with another guy."
"You're insane you know that?"
"But you wouldn't have me any other way."
"Of course not," he said, giving her a short kiss.
~ * ~
For the four of them, the night was going amazingly. But, even the best of the movies have to end sometime.
* { a/n : cryptic ending, isn't it? Don't worry, it's a happy cryptic, but that's an oxymoron. Whatever. I know where I want to go with this story, but I'm not quite sure how to get there. You know like if you want to go to Alaska and you're not quite sure if you want to drive, fly, cruise, or teleport there? Anyway, any help you'd like to give would be welcome. } *