Lola was getting used to having a brother. Which was weird, because most of the time she had known about him, it seemed, had been spent in separate realities. But she had come to expect, and didn't even mind, his phone calls. It'd be nice to know if it worked for out going calls as well, but she wasn't about to try and screw anything up. Even still, it was a change. She had never waited for a guy to call. Even if he just happened to be her brother. She tucked her cell phone back into her pocket, as the steps of Dominique and whatever his name was again, neared.
Dominique had to admit that of all the guys in Chilton she could stand being around very few for extended periods of time. Included on this list was Tobey Hart, he was the rare multi-tasker that throughout his career at Chilton had done everything from student council to football to debate team. And even still he was a decent guy whom it seemed like anyone could talk to. Even with Atticus' personality being as...different as it was they still managed to forge a close relationship. Sometimes Dominique wondered how he managed to balance everything and still seem so levelheaded all the time.
There was to be a joke made out of this, a rather cheap one. But a joke, nonetheless. Lola was thinking this as the two walked into the room. It'd be something lame like, 'How many blondes does it take to solve a multi-dimensional problem?' But something a little bit more funny. She had always sucked at comedy. The second thought that occurred to her was that what Atticus lacked in taste where women were concerned, he definitely made up in friends. She stepped forward. "Hey."
Dominique had been muttering from the time she entered the room and as she was not yet flustered she had been rambling on and on about something to do with inter-dimensional somethings and some girl that was related to Atticus and herself but when he stepped into the room it became absolutely apparent that there was way more of Dom in her than his best friend. She was blond, and, well..."Hello." he half-smiled at her. His father had trained that smile on him when he was younger, his mother used to say that when he smiled like that, he could get anything he wanted. Perhaps today it was more a case of 'whom'.
Lola knew all sorts of seduction maneuvers and techniques, but that didn't make her as immune to them as people would believe. Even she felt herself melt slightly at the sight of that half smile. She returned with one of her own. "I gather Dominique filled you in on everything. If not, however, I'm Lola."
Lola, wow. "Lola, I'm Tobey Hart." he said, reaching out his hand. He paused, his brow creasing, "We're not related are we?"
"There's no Harts in my family tree, that I can recall." It was something she rather thankful at the moment too.
He broke into a grin; "Well that's a relief." he turned to Dominique, then back to Lola "So what exactly can I help you ladies with?"
"Well," Lola tilted her head to the side; she wasn't sure how much Dominique had told him. And there was no need to scare him off so early, if she had left him in the dark. "How much do you know about science?"
"Which aspect of science?" He knew a few things about women, that was for sure, and if he wanted a shot with the one standing in front of him leering and asking if she meant 'biology' or 'chemistry' wouldn't exactly have been the way to her heart. Plus, he didn't want to brag about the fact that he had won the state Science Fair last year, he wasn't exactly proud of the fact that he was a science geek, even if he was everything else at the same time.
"Um," she looked over at Dominique, who just shrugged her shoulder. Right. "More…Fuck. It's one of the geekiest things you can get too. Maybe, physics?"
"Like, motion and that or transfer of energy?" That wasn't that bad, "Or do you mean sci-fi type stuff?" He still didn't really understand what they needed help with. Dominique was coherent at best when she was trying to ask for a favour and this one sounded like it was beyond her.
"Yeah, that sounds about right," Lola would have looked over at Dominique again, but it was obvious that she was going to be no help. Plus the amateur scientist was much more pleasing to look at anyway.
She wasn't staring, but she was doing the DuGrey equivalent of it - sexy eye contact. Apparently Lola had found herself a distraction while she was here in 2021, Dominique just hoped that Atticus wouldn't get too upset when he found out that his best friend had been nailing his sister.
"Um, well why don't you explain the whole...issue to me and then we can see what we can...do something." he paused, then added, "About it." with another teeth-baring smile.
This was so much easier to explain with Atticus around. "Well," she paused, resisting the urge to purse her lips. It'd probably be best to bring Atticus in it at least. "You know- you're friends with Atticus, right?" If it were up to her, she'd go straight to the seducing, and skip the explaining. But this was more important than sex, she supposed. For now, at least.
"Mariano?" he looked momentarily confused, "Yeah, we're friends, really good friends actually. Why? What's up?"
Oh right, she had forgotten that her brother insisted on that silly Dodger nickname. "Well," Lola really should stop saying that word. "Me and Atticus…" she had never fumbled so much with words before. "Atticus is in another reality. My reality. I'm in this reality. His reality. It's weird."
"Reality?" okay, this was confusing. "You're from another reality?"
"Well it's what we assume, considering Atticus doesn't exist where I come from, and I didn't exist in this one until I somehow ended up in the Gilmore-Mariano kitchen," Lola answered slowly. "But if you want to prove us wrong, go ahead. But if you want further proof, all I can offer is my driver's license."
He took said license, not because of disbelief, more because he was interested in who this girl was. "So Dodge is in your world? How do you know?" This was peculiar. Oh, and the word 'DuGrey' splashed across her licensed explained the stunning likenesses between Lola and Dominique.
"That's the freaky-freakier thing," she licked her lips, and it was one of the few times where it was an awkward gesture and not a seduction tactic. "He can call my cell phone."
"Right." He furrowed his brow, which he knew made his forehead crease and his hair drop over his eyes, but he wasn't trying to be vain at the moment. "Can you call him? I'd like a word."
"We're not sure," but she got out her cell phone all the same. She pressed the number for the Mariano's, and waited as it rang.
The phone was ringing. Atticus looked expectantly at Augusta from where he was comfortably seated and attempting to continue their discussion.
Augusta sighed and reached over and picked up
her phone. "Hello?"
Lola blinked, okay so it had worked. "Aggie? Can
I talk to Atticus?"
"Okay," Augusta didn't believe
she'd ever get use to the idea of two separate realities. But still she held
the phone out for Atticus. "It's for you."
It was more than obvious who was on the phone, so he skipped his traditional greeting and went straight to "Lola. What can i do for you?"
"It's more like what you can do," she looked over at her brother's friend. "For Tobey, here."
"What's up?" Atticus' reply was quick and to the point, apparently he had aquainted himself with the telephone since the inter-dimensional occurance had...occured.
"You're using a phone like it's normal."
"Well if you can't beat 'em, uh, talk between realities."
"Right. So, you are actually..."
"In another dimension, I'm afraid so."
"You would have to be if you're talking this much."
"Why thank you."
"Okay, so now that i know this much is true we'll keep the lines of contact open while I try to figure out how to get you back. And get your sister back." Tobey turned and looked at the blond behind him. On second thought, maybe he wouldn't get started right away.
"Ah, Lola's a gem isn't she?"
"I had a few other terms in mind, but drop the sarcasm and that just might describe her."
"She's opal dude. I know what they can be like. Bad news."
"You just don't want me getting more action than you. How is it over there anyway?" he asked his interest peaking.
"Well if you're talking the way i think you're talking it's fairly incestuous."
"What a treat."
"Oh yes. I'll talk to you soon, hopefully."
"Okay. Don't get killed, or kill any of your morals. If you think it's wrong - just say no."
They laughed, and both hung up, they were a reality away, and felt a distance apart.
Lola took the cell phone back. She had gotten the gist of their conversation, but it wasn't anything shocking. "Well?"
"He's alive." he grinned at Lola, "and, he's in another dimension." he shrugged and looked at Dominique who simply shrugged back with disinterest.
"The first is unfortunate," Lola mused. "However, nothing we didn't already know. So do you think you know that kind of science?"
"I could try." he smiled and inched closer, "I've always been a fast learner. Are you any good with science? We could go check out my dad's library, see what we can find." he said gesturing down the hall.
Lola followed him as fast as her Jimmy Choo's would allow her. "I'm better at science than most in a public school."
"Well that's nice to hear." he said striding down the corridor, "Dominique," he said, his head tilted up, waiting for a reply.
"Yes Tobey?" she said with mock-awe.
"Since I'm assuming you're not on the science wavelength why don't you go out for a while and meet us back here in a couple hours."
Her smile widened, "Is that all the time you need?"
His pace picked up once again, "It doesn't take me quite as long as some to figure out how to get what I want."
It had been awhile since Lola had played the seduced. But it was acceptable, since this was a different reality, and why not play with your identity while you were there? There was no one around the corner ready to jump out and accuse you of being different from who you once were. "And where are we beginning?"
"I was thinking, there's usually a portal of some kind that houses the tear, where exactly did you appear and disappear from?"
"I was in my room at my mother's house, and I ended up in Atty's kitchen," Lola answered, "And Atticus went from his bathroom to…my room, I think."
"So you don't always live with your mother?" He said, as interested as he was as getting his best friend back, he wasn't quite as interested as he was in this girl.
She shook her head; her blonde locks swishing against her back. "I rarely live with my mother. My main residence is with my father- in Hartford."
"Hartford." he nodded. "You like living in Hartford?" he seated himself in a large leather armchair that was seated opposite to an identical one.
Lola slid onto the arm of his chair, opting not to sit in her own. And she let her shoes slide off her feet and onto the floor. She leaned in as if imparting some secret and said to him, "It's better than Stars Hollow."
He leaned back, his head tilting to look at her in the eyes. "I like Stars Hollow, it's...eccentric. I like things that aren't quite as they should be." his voice was in the stage above a whisper, but not quite at normal level. He wasn't quite sure why it had dropped in sound level, but he was pretty sure it had to do with the barefoot blond leaning over him.
"Maybe that's it," she murmured, turning in her seat so that her legs draped across his lap, and her feet were up against the other arm of the chair.
He leaned up a little more, "Maybe" he murmured, pushing the thought that she was probably completely correct about her Stars Hollow theory out of his mind, all he wanted to do was touch her. Everywhere. One of his hands lifted itself to the top of her head and slid down the back, smoothing its way to her neck. His eyes opened and he looked up at her, his hand still in place.
Lola slid down the short length from the arm of the chair to his lap, the skirt of her dress rising an inch or two as she did so. Her toes pushed into the soft leather of the chair, as they slid up, to accommodate her level of comfort. There was nothing like the feeling of cool leather against bare skin, except of course…she leaned in until they were blue eyes to blue eyes. Mouth to mouth.
He increased the pressure of the kiss by pushing her towards him with the hand that was still loosely placed on her neck. His other hand then roamed its way down her face, following her jaw line, down to her collarbone, and sliding over her chest gently. His tongue grazed her lips, and then searched for her own. He then removed both his hands from their positions and grabbed her hips, pulling her even closer to him, their bodies moving against each other in an attempt to fit together.
Lola's knees sank into leather, as their hips rolled together in a preview of what was to come. Her hands slipped up and under his soft sweater, and she felt along the lean muscles that must have come from the football Atticus said Tobey played. Muscles, were definitely a good thing. She broke their contact to pull his sweater off him, and toss it carelessly off to the side. She studied him under her eyelashes for a long moment. The muscles looked even better on him than they had felt.
He grabbed her around the hips again and pushed her off, but carefully reconnected their lips. He then retracted to look into her eyes as he slid his hands up the skirt of her dress and slid the silk thong down her legs. He then lifted her feet and discarded the garment to the side, and pulled her back on top of him, their bodies melting into each others as they found the other's lips once again.
To Be Continued…
