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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Undetected Emotions
(At the studio)
"Whitney, you should've just gone back to the apartment with Fox," Chad suggested.
"I know but I wanted to be here with you, sweetie." Whitney stated.
"Who knows how long I'll be here. Syd and I barely finished the first song. It might take the whole day." Chad told her.
"It's alright. As long as I'm here with you baby," Whitney smiled. Chad was about to kiss her when Syd walked in the door.
"Sorry about that. I had a phone call from a friend…" Syd said.
"It's ok. Should we get back to work?" Chad asked.
"Yeah. I want to finish this song so we can work on the next one," Syd said.
"Ok," Chad complied as he went back to the recording. Whitney watched on as the two of them talked. She felt out of place, like a third wheel per say. Why didn't she just go with Fox, she thought. Speaking of Fox, she felt something…unusual down at the pier…was it her imagination or were they so close of…kissing? No, no, Fox would never try to make a move on her. He knows that she loves Chad and Chad loves her. Plus the fact that they were a couple. But the way he had looked at her…it was as if, that maybe…he was in lust with her…no, the look was more deep, as if he was…in love, with her. Was it possible? Why is she even thinking of this? I love Chad and only Chad. There is no way that Fox could possibly be infatuated with me. I'm just seeing things…or maybe exaggerating, in a way.
(Crane Apartment; Fox's bedroom)
Even though Syd is rather…troublesome…I'm starting to like her. She can help me keep Chad away from Whitney. I need her in this scheming plan. I just called her to keep Chad busy all day long…how wonderful. Now all I have to do is to try and convince lovely Whitney to come with me to dinner…that won't be too difficult. I'll just put on my "Fox charm".
(Later in the day)
"Wanna go for a swim, Theresa?" Fox asked, popping his head into her room.
"Yeah. WE should go, it's getting pretty hot in here." Theresa agreed. They walked down to the pool, only to find it packed with other tenants.
"Damn, it's crowded." Fox complained.
"We should've come earlier," Theresa said.
"yeah. But this won't stop us from taking a swim, right?" Fox asked.
"Never." Theresa grinned.
Theresa and Fox made their way near a couple of beach chairs, and laid down their towels.
"If we can't go swimming, I might as well get tanned," Theresa said.
"In that case, mind putting some of that sun block on my back. I'm not very flexible," Fox said.
"I think you just want to be pampered for the day, Fox," Theresa smiled.
"Come and work your magic here," Fox said, patting the edge of his beach chair for Theresa, beckoning her to come sit there. Theresa rolled her eyes.
"You have magical fingers, Theresa," Fox said.
"Why thank you."
"You should work those magical fingers on me next," Came another voice from behind. Theresa whipped her head around and saw Dylan.
"Dylan?" Theresa said, in surprise. Fox turned his head around. When he saw Dylan, he scowled.
"Hi lovely Theresa," He smiled. "Fox, buddy."
"Dylan." Fox said simply.
"Can I talk to Fox for minute, Theresa?" He asked.
"Sure. I'll be over there," Theresa said, pointing to the pool.
"I know what a bad drunk I can be," Dylan said after Theresa left.
"Yeah, I know perfectly well. You showed us a demonstration the other night." Fox said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let it slip that you were in love with Whitney. Honest," Dylan apologized.
"Actually, don't worry yourself over it. I fixed the little mess you left behind."
"Thanks Fox. I guess I should try to be more careful next time I get knocked up."
"How many times have I heard you say that?" Fox asked.
"I know I know. I'll just stay away from you when I'm drunk."
"Good." Fox said.
"Since we worked things out, I'm going to ask Theresa out tonight," Dylan said.
What!? You can't go out with Theresa.
"Sorry buddy, I can't let you do that." Fox said.
"Why? Theresa is her own free person. It's not like I need your permission to ask her out," Dylan retorted.
"I know, but just leave her alone ok? Theresa is Theresa." Fox said, than realizing how stupid that sounded.
"That won't stop me from being attracted to her. She's actually a very energetic person."
"I know that, but I don't want you to be involved with her." Fox said.
"Look Fox, she's not attached to you, so quit acting like you're her boyfriend. Stick to Whitney's problems. Like you said, she needs to get over dear-old Ethan, so I'm here to help her forget him."
"You're still not dating Theresa."
"Well stop me." Dylan said.
"You're not going to hurt Theresa. She deserves someone who's committed, and I definitely know you're not that kind of man."
"I can change," Dylan replied sheepishly.
"No. She's not like any other woman you've slept with, so just stay away from Theresa. She's way out of your league." Fox stated.
"And she's in you league?" Dylan asked, starting to get agitated.
"I didn't say that."
"It sounds as if she's the one you're in love with." Dylan pointed out.
Me? In love with Theresa? No… Theresa is, I guess you can she's my best friend. I've literally opened my heart to her, and she in return. She has changed me drastically, even though I won't admit that to her. I think she's the reason why I've fallen in love with Whitney. She opened my heart up to something I thought I'd never be able to feel. Love. So me in love with Theresa? I think Dylan's been consuming too much liquor…
"Fox??" Dylan waved his hand in front of my face.
"Huh? What?" Fox asked, annoyed.
"Did you hear what I said?" He asked.
"Yeah. And the answer is, I think you're out of your mind."
"Am I?" Dylan asked.
"Yeah. What makes you think I can be in love with Theresa?" Fox asked, making a face.
"The way you're always trying to protect her."
"Only because I care about her. She's been there for me when I moved back to Harmony." Fox said, glancing a look at Theresa in the pool.
"It's more than that, man. You think you're in love with Whitney, but honestly, I think you're really in love with Theresa," Dylan said.
"No, I'm in love with Whitney. I know. She's…amazing." Fox said, trying to convince him.
"I think you're lying to yourself."
"What I feel for Whitney, it's incredible. It's real." Fox glanced at Theresa in the pool again.
"It's lust."
"It's not lust. Why are you so convinced about me being so in love with Theresa?" Fox asked, annoyed. He looked at Theresa again.
"Because it's the truth. You might not be able to see it, but I can. You've literally been watching her from here," Dylan caught.
"What?" Fox asked, making another weird expression. "NO I haven't. I'm just spacing out into the distance."
"In Theresa's direction for the last 5 minutes…"
"You know what, forget it about it. This is going no where. I'm not in love with Theresa, ok?" Fox said. "I'm in love with Whitney and that's the truth. Drop it Dylan."
"So can I take her out to dinner tonight?" He asked.
"Actually she's coming with me out to dinner tonight…" Dylan gave him an "I-told-you" look.
"I was thinking of telling her about Whitney," Fox added.
"She's not gonna be too happy when she finds out."
"But I'm going to try and convince her that I am going to have her no matter what…"
"You're sounding like a certain somebody."
"Don't start." Fox said.
"Whatever Fox. I'm still attracted to her. I'm gonna ask her out soon, and you won't be able to stop me. She's not your girlfriend so back off." Dylan said.
Bastard.
"You think what you want. You're as vexatious as my half-brother, it's bothersome. You're not gonna get Theresa in bed with you. I'll make sure to that."
"We'll see. Maybe I can charm my way into her...literally…" And with that, Dylan walked off towards the pool. Fox watched from the distance as Dylan said a few words to Theresa and hugged her goodbye.
You don't deserve Theresa. I know the way you work with women Dylan. You impress them by your witty personality and they end up having sex with you. And what do you do afterwards, you throw them away like they're some piece of clothing. I know, because that's how I was. We would plan out ways how we'd get a certain girl in our beds and the next morning, we'd leave them, as if they were nothing worthy. I regret those days. Ever since I felt love, I know women are fragile beings. But you Dylan, you just haven't realized that yet. Nor will you realize it soon enough.
"What was all that about?" Theresa asked, coming back to Fox.
"Nothing. So what did he say to you?" Fox asked.
"He asked if I wanted to go have dinner with him later this week…" She said.
"And you said no, right?" Fox asked.
"I told him I would."
"You said yes?!"
"Yeah. Fox, you're always telling me to move on about Ethan and I'm starting too." Theresa said.
"I know, but not with Dylan. He's a playboy. All he wants is to get you into bed."
"I can't believe you'd say harsh things about your best friend." Theresa said, in surprise.
"He's just a friend now. He hasn't changed."
"Well let me be the judge of that, Fox."
"I'm saving you time. Just don't go out with Dylan. You deserve so much better."
"Thank you for the complement, but I happen to like Dylan."
"Theresa, trust me on this. He's not worth your time." Fox pleaded.
"What gives you to tell me who to date Fox?" She asked, angry.
"I'm just trying to protect you."
"From what?"
"From a lot of pain. I know the way he works with women. After he's done with them, he bags them. He's gotten what he wants from her, so he goes off to find another woman." He explained.
"Maybe he has changed! I mean you've changed."
"But he's not me."
"How would you know the way he threats women?" She asked.
"Because that's how I used to threat them. We'd go around bars and try to get women…" Theresa would've been surprised, but she wasn't. She knew the man Fox was before she met him.
"I'll make a deal with you. I go on this one date with Dylan. If he shows any signs that you mentioned, I promise it's the end." Theresa said.
"Fine," Fox sighed, realizing he had lost.
"Ok then. We've got ourselves a deal," Theresa smiled.
Just hope Dylan pulls something that shows Theresa that he's a plain womanizer…you know what, I'm sounding a lot like that ignorant half-brother of mine. But this is for Theresa's own good.
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