. . . Sweet Dreams
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: "I don't want to be your baby girl/ I don't want to be your little pearl/ I just want to be the owner of this show/ so just give it to me 'cuz you love me so much!" ^_~ (Nelly Furtado song, Baby Girl, give or take a couple of words) I think I might be crazy now, thanks to television!
A/N: my amigs are all @ Homecoming right now, so I'm bored. So here's the next chapter. Sorry it's so short, but sometimes short has the best effect on a really complicated story. Meanwhile: ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. . . Sweet Dreams X:
A television set flickered on in the liquid darkness. The snowy screen illuminated the dark abyss as if a single star in the lonely sky.
As if an invisible person was playing with the remote, the set flipped through the channels steadily. Finally, it came to a halt on an episode of Jeopardy, just as the show returned from a commercial break.
"Our categories for Double Jeopardy are: Modern Shakespearean, Eastern Europe, Africa, Before and After, Rhymes with 'Orange', orange in quotations, Chicago, and Luke Cates." Alex Trebeck announced to the contestants.
Standing behind the booths were three very anxious looking people. In the middle stood a very crisp looking young woman wearing an atrocious green sweater with thick black glasses. Her short, mannish hair was in need of a major dye job. On the box, the name Kitty was scripted. To the right of her was a handsome middle-aged man with floppy, Hugh Grant hair. The silver threads that ran throughout this scalp and on his temples complemented the midnight black of his stylishly cut sweater, draping his white chemise. On the contestant box, the name Edward was scrawled carelessly. To the left of Kitty was a very pompous looking man deemed Smith. His long chestnut mane was tied at the nape, dangling over the back of his gay, yellow sweater vest and periwinkle chemise.
"Now Smith is leading with a mere $100, and has control of the board. Make your choice Smith." Alex smiled as he read the teleprompter.
"Let's take the easiest category first Alex, Luke Cates for $400."
"Prestley."
"Who is his sex buddy!" Smith grinned pompously.
"Sorry, that answer is wrong." He looked at the other two contestants, "Kitty, Edward? No? The answer is the bane of his existence."
The contestants looked at one another with baffled looks on their faces.
"Smith, you still have control of the board."
"Luke Cates, $600."
"Ungulates."
"What are his enemies?" Edward piped up with a sexy grin. His deep penetrating voice wooed all the women in the audience.
"Correct." Alex replied. "You still have control of the board."
"$800."
"Tyler Creed."
"Who is Luke's premiere suspect in the murder of his father?" Kitty answered.
"That's correct." He smiled fictitiously.
"Uh, Luke Cates for $1000?"
"The little girl that changed his life."
"Who is Jennifer Pope?" Kitty asked.
"Sorry, Edward or Smith?"
"Uh, who is Monica Reynolds?" Edward asked.
"Sorry, Smith? No? Jennifer Pope was the girl he'd lost his virginity with. The question was, 'Who is Sophia Donner?'"
"Can we just finish the category Alex?" Smith asked, his brows furrowed.
"I love you."
"What are three words that have never had any meaning?" Smith smiled smugly.
"You are r-wrong! I'm sorry!" Alex said, secretly happy to wipe that snobbish grin off his face.
"Will anyone else go for the bite? No? As of this month, that statement's meaning has been altered."
All three of them looked at him as if he'd grown another head.
"Luke Cates has fallen in love with Sophia Donner, and now everything you once believed about him will change."
Jumping up from the bed, his heart pounded in his chest as Alex's words soaked into his mind.
Could Alex be right? Was he really in love with Sophia?
"Luke, are you ok?" she mumbled softly, raising her head as she slowly descended back to earth.
"Go back to sleep baby." He whispered gently stroking her head.
Laying back down to his back, he didn't close his eyes. Those questions kept whizzing around his heads like electrons, bumping into one another and shooting off in another direction. Even with all the confusion that danced around in his head, the one thing that he was sure about was that deep down, those feelings for Sophia were really serious, and ranged far beyond love.
As she shifted into a more comfortable position, she placed a soft kiss to his chest unconsciously. His hand somehow came into contact with hers, and somehow their fingers became intertwined as she fell deeper and deeper into the realm of dreams.
As sleep eventually began to drape over him once again, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered,
"Sweet dreams."
She didn't say anything as he listened to the methodical sound of her breathing.
Finally he turned his head on the pillow and muttered, "I love you."
"I know." She whispered involuntarily.
TBC. . .
A/N: boy was this one short! But if I had added more, it wouldn't have had the same effect. Hoped you liked it. I'm trying to get the next one up ASAP!
Disclaimer: "I don't want to be your baby girl/ I don't want to be your little pearl/ I just want to be the owner of this show/ so just give it to me 'cuz you love me so much!" ^_~ (Nelly Furtado song, Baby Girl, give or take a couple of words) I think I might be crazy now, thanks to television!
A/N: my amigs are all @ Homecoming right now, so I'm bored. So here's the next chapter. Sorry it's so short, but sometimes short has the best effect on a really complicated story. Meanwhile: ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. . . Sweet Dreams X:
A television set flickered on in the liquid darkness. The snowy screen illuminated the dark abyss as if a single star in the lonely sky.
As if an invisible person was playing with the remote, the set flipped through the channels steadily. Finally, it came to a halt on an episode of Jeopardy, just as the show returned from a commercial break.
"Our categories for Double Jeopardy are: Modern Shakespearean, Eastern Europe, Africa, Before and After, Rhymes with 'Orange', orange in quotations, Chicago, and Luke Cates." Alex Trebeck announced to the contestants.
Standing behind the booths were three very anxious looking people. In the middle stood a very crisp looking young woman wearing an atrocious green sweater with thick black glasses. Her short, mannish hair was in need of a major dye job. On the box, the name Kitty was scripted. To the right of her was a handsome middle-aged man with floppy, Hugh Grant hair. The silver threads that ran throughout this scalp and on his temples complemented the midnight black of his stylishly cut sweater, draping his white chemise. On the contestant box, the name Edward was scrawled carelessly. To the left of Kitty was a very pompous looking man deemed Smith. His long chestnut mane was tied at the nape, dangling over the back of his gay, yellow sweater vest and periwinkle chemise.
"Now Smith is leading with a mere $100, and has control of the board. Make your choice Smith." Alex smiled as he read the teleprompter.
"Let's take the easiest category first Alex, Luke Cates for $400."
"Prestley."
"Who is his sex buddy!" Smith grinned pompously.
"Sorry, that answer is wrong." He looked at the other two contestants, "Kitty, Edward? No? The answer is the bane of his existence."
The contestants looked at one another with baffled looks on their faces.
"Smith, you still have control of the board."
"Luke Cates, $600."
"Ungulates."
"What are his enemies?" Edward piped up with a sexy grin. His deep penetrating voice wooed all the women in the audience.
"Correct." Alex replied. "You still have control of the board."
"$800."
"Tyler Creed."
"Who is Luke's premiere suspect in the murder of his father?" Kitty answered.
"That's correct." He smiled fictitiously.
"Uh, Luke Cates for $1000?"
"The little girl that changed his life."
"Who is Jennifer Pope?" Kitty asked.
"Sorry, Edward or Smith?"
"Uh, who is Monica Reynolds?" Edward asked.
"Sorry, Smith? No? Jennifer Pope was the girl he'd lost his virginity with. The question was, 'Who is Sophia Donner?'"
"Can we just finish the category Alex?" Smith asked, his brows furrowed.
"I love you."
"What are three words that have never had any meaning?" Smith smiled smugly.
"You are r-wrong! I'm sorry!" Alex said, secretly happy to wipe that snobbish grin off his face.
"Will anyone else go for the bite? No? As of this month, that statement's meaning has been altered."
All three of them looked at him as if he'd grown another head.
"Luke Cates has fallen in love with Sophia Donner, and now everything you once believed about him will change."
Jumping up from the bed, his heart pounded in his chest as Alex's words soaked into his mind.
Could Alex be right? Was he really in love with Sophia?
"Luke, are you ok?" she mumbled softly, raising her head as she slowly descended back to earth.
"Go back to sleep baby." He whispered gently stroking her head.
Laying back down to his back, he didn't close his eyes. Those questions kept whizzing around his heads like electrons, bumping into one another and shooting off in another direction. Even with all the confusion that danced around in his head, the one thing that he was sure about was that deep down, those feelings for Sophia were really serious, and ranged far beyond love.
As she shifted into a more comfortable position, she placed a soft kiss to his chest unconsciously. His hand somehow came into contact with hers, and somehow their fingers became intertwined as she fell deeper and deeper into the realm of dreams.
As sleep eventually began to drape over him once again, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered,
"Sweet dreams."
She didn't say anything as he listened to the methodical sound of her breathing.
Finally he turned his head on the pillow and muttered, "I love you."
"I know." She whispered involuntarily.
TBC. . .
A/N: boy was this one short! But if I had added more, it wouldn't have had the same effect. Hoped you liked it. I'm trying to get the next one up ASAP!
