Disclaimer: *ahem* the characters are in no way associated with my being. They strictly belong to the property of NBC and JER.
Twist of Fate
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"Jealousy Rises"
(After their little charade at the beach)
"I'm going to take a nice shower," Whitney said, as the three of them walked in the door or their apartment.
"Yeah, same here. I smell like seaweed now," Theresa said.
"It's suits you perfectly," Fox teased.
"Oh thanks, you're so charming," Theresa said sarcastically.
"And that is why you take a liking for me," He said.
"Yes, yes, of course…" Her voice faded. "Fox, can I ask something personal?"
"After all of our heart-to-heart talks is it necessary for you to even ask?" He pointed out.
"I know but I thought this was rather…particular…" She said slowly.
"What is it Theresa?" He asked, sounding slightly worried.
"Today, at the beach…" She started. "As I was watching you and Whitney, something odd hit me…"
"Like what?" He asked, walking towards her so now that he was facing her.
"I was wondering if you…if you were in love with—" But Theresa couldn't finish her sentence when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Fox had this confused yet strange expression on his face. For a moment, Theresa thought he might've known what she was about to ask and that her suspicions might be true but she brushed it off.
"I think you should answer the door," Theresa told Fox as it rang again.
"Oh right, yeah." He mumbled, snapping out of his thoughts. Does Theresa know? But how can she? Was I being that obvious and noticeable? Right now's not the time for Theresa to know that I'm in love with her best friend.
Fox walked to the door and opened it.
"Hey buddy!" Dylan greeted.
"You…" Fox mumbled, stepping aside, allowing Dylan to enter.
"Hey sexy," Dylan grinned as he spotted Theresa standing there in her drenched sundress.
"Hi Dylan," She smiled warmly. Fox mentally gagged at Dylan's attempt to check out Theresa. Fortunately, Theresa crossed her arms against her chest.
"I think wetness is a great look on you," Dylan flirted. Theresa smiled.
"Long story short, Fox dumped me in the water," Theresa explained.
"Ooo, what did you do Fox?" He asked. "Attempted to make a move on Theresa?"
"No. We just had a little fun," He said bitterly.
"What's biting your ass?" Dylan asked.
"Nothing." He said simply.
"Well if you two boys don't mind, I'm going to take a shower," Theresa interrupted.
"Need any company?" Dylan flirted again.
"Ha-ha very funny. I'll see you later," Theresa said as she went down the hall.
"I think she likes me," Dylan said, eyeing after her.
"Not in this live time buddy," Fox said, patting his shoulder and sitting down on the couch.
"I can see why you decided to move to Harmony," Dylan said. "Saw your 'supposedly step-mother's' gorgeous picture in the newspaper and you went to pursue her."
"Turns out Theresa was never married to the froth of a man who I happen to be related too. My oh-so-loving father." Fox scoffed.
"But if Julian Crane wasn't your father, you wouldn't have this luxurious life." Dylan pointed out.
"True. It's just a shame how I had to go through everything I did to be here," Fox sighed.
"Hey you're living under one roof with Theresa. She's hot, and you know it," Dylan said.
"Slow down cowboy. You have zero chance with her."
"Says who?" Dylan questioned.
"Says me. Besides, she's madly in love with another man." Fox pointed out.
"I can change that," Dylan smirked.
"No you can't. Trust me, when Theresa has her mind set on something, she goes after it. No matter what."
"A little fighter. I like." Dylan said.
"See for yourself. She's never going to get over him."
"You ever went after her?" Dylan asked. Fox stared at him dumbfounded.
"Not exactly…" Fox said slowly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well when I first got to Harmony, I thought she was pretty hot for a step-mother. I didn't know why father married her. I mean she wasn't dull as a doorknob and I know father usually tends to go after nonsensical women. But Theresa was different. Yeah, I flirted with her for a while but she figured me out. From then on, I guess our relationship has always been strictly friends. She was my only friend back in Harmony. She and I have this unusual bond." Fox explained.
"In other words, you're a softy when it comes to her," Dylan grinned.
"No, no. Are you trying to say I'm humane? No…" But Fox knew Dylan was right. With Theresa, he was a whole different person. The other side of Nicholas Foxworth Crane that only very few people were allowed to acknowledge.
"So you did have a thing for her?"
"You can put it that way…"
"So where's this Whitney girl that you're head over heels for? I want to meet her." Dylan protested.
"She's—" But before Fox could finish, Whitney came into the room.
"Hey Fox, who's your friend here?" She asked. Crap, Dylan's going to find out that Whitney is also living under the same roof with me. What am I going to do?
"Well hello there," Dylan smiled seeing her gorgeous form.
"Hi…" Whitney said hesitantly.
"I'm Dylan and you are?" Dylan introduced himself.
"I'm Whitney," She smiled.
"Whitney?" Dylan asked, now eyeing Fox suspiciously.
"Yeah…" She said, confused why he repeated his name.
"That's such a beautiful name," He complemented. Fox rolled his eyes at him.
"Thank you…" She hesitated again, looking at Fox for some kind of explanation. She was starting to feel uncomfortable under the stare of Dylan and Fox shifting his balance from side to another.
"Um…Dylan's an old friend of mine from boarding school," Fox managed to say after a while. The atmosphere in the room was rather dense.
"Yeah, we go way back when the dinosaurs still roamed the earth," He joked.
"That's great. Theresa and I go way back too. If you've met her of course," She said.
"You're a friend of Theresa?" He asked, slightly surprised.
"Yeah…we're best friends."
"Oh…and your boyfriend?"
"How did you know?" Whitney asked, surprised.
"Oh Fox told me everything that went on in Harmony…" Dylan said.
"Oh." Whitney looked at Fox. He shrugged.
"So where is he?" Dylan asked again.
"He's at work," Whitney replied.
"Oooo," Dylan glanced at Fox. "At work, eh?"
"So Dylan, what are you doing here anyway?" Fox interrupted.
"Visiting you buddy," Dylan smiled.
"Yeah uh-huh." Fox nodded, not believing him.
"So what are you guys doing tonight?" Dylan asked.
"I don't know. I was hoping Chad would've been home by this time," Whitney sighed.
"Maybe he's just got up at the studio with the new artist or something," Fox suggested.
"Yeah. I'm gonna go call him. I'll be back later k?" Whitney said as she went to her room.
"Is that her man?" Dylan asked.
"What are you talking about?" Fox asked, pretending he didn't understand.
"Whitney! The girl you're in love with!" He whispered.
Fox sighed. "Yeah but you keep that mouth of yours sealed."
"I won't say anything. She's attractive, but not as delightful as Theresa," Dylan said.
Will you stop checking out Theresa!? Fox thought to himself.
"Problem is, she has a boyfriend and I'm trying to get rid of him," Fox told him.
"Lock him up in his room and throw away the key," Dylan suggested. Fox glared at him. He just shrugged.
"Hmm…I'd try that…but my mind doesn't work your way!"
"Great minds are suppose to think alike!" Dylan said.
"Unfortunately yours isn't that great," Fox mumbled.
"Hey you two," Theresa said as she entered the living room. "What are you guys up too?" She asked suspiciously after noticing that Dylan and Fox were talking quietly.
"Um…nothing. Why would you think we're up to something?" Fox asked.
"I don't know…" She arched her eyebrow at him.
"You look amazing Theresa," Dylan complemented.
"Thank you."
Theresa's not interested in you. My idiotic half-brother is occupying her devious mind. You have no chance with her Dylan. Just give it up before she breaks your heart…oh but wait, I'm not so sure if your heart works properly after all those womanizing years we've shared…but I've changed. I'll become whatever man Whitney desires…
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