Chapter 9:

Dylan's Arrival

Dylan had just read of Theresa and Fox's engagement and also was informed by Audrey that they were now in LA.

"I think it's time I meet this Theresa in person.", Dylan said staring at her picture. 'Man she's beautiful, forget Whitney, This girl has got it all.'

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Theresa woke-up in Fox's arms.

"I wasn't a dream.", she said with a smile.

"You bet it wasn't, I don't think dreams could be that good.", he replied.

She smiled.

"Resa, I would really love to lay here all day, but we can't....". He began.

"I know, you've got a job and I've got to help Chad and Whitney with auditions today.", she replied.

"Resa, I'm going take a shower. Can you order us breakfast?", he asked.

"No, problem.", Theresa replied then she got up and tied a robe around herself.

There was a knock at the door.

"One second.", Theresa replied and went to open the door.

She opened the door to see a dark haired man who stood about 6' foot.

He looked at her for what seemed like forever.

"Are you lost?", Theresa asked she noticed the way he keeps staring at her.

"Uh-no, is this were Fox is staying.", he asked.

"Why? Who are you?", she asked.

"Dylan Banning, I'm a friend of Fox. Now back to my question is this where Fox is staying.", he replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald Crane.", she replied.

"No, problem, I use to beautiful lustrous women being suspicious of Me.", he replied.

"I'm sorry about that. I was just, uh…. Never mind.", Theresa replied.

"So, is Fox around? If he's not I sure won't mind waiting her and getting to know you better.", he replied.

"I'm sure you wouldn't, but no he's in the shower. He should be out any minute.", she replied.

"That's really a pity. I was hoping I could get to know you.", he replied.

"I can see you're every bit as charming as Fox.", she replied.

"And much cuter, if I may say so myself.", he replied.

"And egotistical.", she replied.

"Resa, who was that?", Fox asked walking out of the bathroom.

"Dylan?", Fox asked.

"In the flesh.", he replied.

"Why are you here, The last I heard you we're in France."

"Well I thought I could come here for a couple of days and hang-out like old times".

"Sounds Good to me, but I've got a job."

"Call in sick, tell them you've got a terrible illness and can't get out of bed."

"Yeah, and know ,my luck Alistair will show up at the same club I'm at."

Dylan laughed.

"Alistair, at a club. Yeah, I could see him now getting his groove on."

"Weirder things have been known to happen."

"I guess, but that's bizarre."

"Big Pimpin'."

They both laughed.

"Audrey's in town."

"I know I ran into her a couple a days ago. She wants to know why you won't return her calls."

"Why, besides the fact she's ignoring and obsessive."

"I know what you mean."

"So are you going to call or am I going to have to for you?"

Fox grabbed the phone.

"Resa", Fox said simply.

"What ? You, want me to lie so you can skip work, get drunk and have a good time. While, me, Chad and Whit have to interview all those people…", Theresa began.

"Yeah, you can skip too. I mean, call Whit and tell her you can't make it. ", he replied.

"And be stuck with you two. I think not.", she replied.

"What's wrong with us? We're fun and you barely know me.", Dylan replied.

"Come on, please.", Fox asked with a fake pout.

"Ok, ok.", Theresa replied.

She dialed the number to Alistair's main office.

"Alistair, it's Theresa. I was wondering if Fox could possibly have the day off ?", Theresa asked.

"Why, because he's got some sort of virus.", Theresa replied looked at Fox. "The doctor thinks it may be fatal.", Theresa added with a smirk.

"Ok, thank you.", Theresa said then hung-up.

"So?", Fox asked.

"You've got the day off, but I'm suppose to make sure you stay in bed, because Alistair said he didn't want nothing bad to happen to his heir.", Theresa said with a smile.

"Fatal?", Fox asked.

"What, I had to make it look real.", she replied.

"Ok, now call Whit. Tell her you can't help at the recording studio.", Fox said simply.

"Why does it always got to me?", Theresa asked.

"Because, you're such a good liar.", he replied.

"I guess that my punishment, right.", she asked.

Yep. Now call Whitney.", he replied.

"Ok.", Theresa replied.

"Whit.", Theresa began

"What is it, is everything ok with you and Fox?", Whitney asked.

"Yeah. Better than ever.", she replied.

Fox looked at her puzzled.

"Good. So, did you tell him?", Whitney asked.

"Whitney, I'll talk to you later about that. I need to ask you a huge favor.", Theresa began.

"What anything.", Whitney replied.

"Can, I have the day off? Something came up and I can't help with the audition."

"Sure, you two have fun."

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Fox, are skipping work together, how romantic."

"Whit?"

"What, ?"

"I don't know what you think, but you're definitely are wrong."

"Of course, I am."

"You are."

"Maybe, so. But, be sure to have fun today."

"I will, and thanks and I'll be in touch later."

"Ok, bye sweetie.", Whitney replied and both of them hung-up.

"Ok, just give me about 10 minutes and I'll be ready.", Theresa said then hurried to the bathroom.