Chapter 3: The Meeting Con't
"Question 24!" bellowed the host glaring at Chrissy, who was snoring, head on her hand. "Birch!" Chrissy snored louder. "BIRCH!" "Oh! Oh! I'm sorry again! Uh... what was the question?" Chrissy started, her face blushing a bright red. "What did Jeremy do on his last birthday?"
"Uh... go out to dinner?" "That's right!" the host yelled. "What? I got one right!" Chrissy shrieked, more out of excitement that she finally got one right, than that she really cared. The host continued, "that leaves us with 200 points for Melinda, 150 for Bobby, and... and 15 for Birch. Our winner today is Melinda Sawyer!" Jeremy's face blanched, it was the crazy housewife. Chrissy smiled good-naturedly, though inside she was a bit disappointed. She had made a fool out of herself on national television and she didn't even win. All she wanted to do now was go home and throw her television out the window. She would never be able to watch it again. Jeremy was very disappointed. Upon hearing that she one, Melinda Sawyer had launched herself into his arms, nearly knocking him clear off the stage. Not only was he suffocating, but he had lost the opportunity to meet a beautiful girl who really didn't seem to care who he was. The show continued on for a few more minutes, Chrissy stuck in a corner next to Bobby watching the host give Melinda and Jeremy 3,000 dollars to spend however they wished on their day together. She noticed that Jeremy didn't look too please. Well, hey, she wouldn't be either. At last, someone came and pulled her off the stage. She walked through the dark alleyways of backstage and eventually found the room she had been herded in to change. She collected her clothes and changed, casually noting that the room seemed to be very nice. It's pale blue walls were reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror opposite the door. She looked at herself, wondering idly if a celebrity would ever really go for her.
Once she finished, she grabbed her things and left the room. She was astounded to see that the entire hall way was pitch black. She retraced her steps aways and finally saw a light. Chrissy was turning towards it when someone suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her through another door.
"shhhhh!" whispered an urgent voice. It was deep, sort of husky, and more than a bit amused.
His hand was over her mouth, so Chrissy couldn't speak. She had no idea what was going on, but the humor in the man's voice had dispelled any real fear. She pushed aside his hand and followed him into the light of a door behind the studio. She was astonished when the man turned around and there stood Jeremy Sawyer, twinkle alight in his eye, and a mischievous smile curling his lips.
"What's goi...." She began but he hushed her and turned to walk into the shadows.
"My curiousity got the best of me," he smiled. "I'm tired of housewives, certainly of gay guys, and you were the one I really wanted to spend a day with."
Picking her jaw off the cement, Chrissy stared at him. So he was a bit of a rebel after all.
"The studio always gets their way with these ridiculous publicity stunts," he grinned. "It's my turn for some fun. So," he looked at her, all of a sudden a bit abashed, "you in?"
All she could do was stare and stammer out a quick, "of course"
"Question 24!" bellowed the host glaring at Chrissy, who was snoring, head on her hand. "Birch!" Chrissy snored louder. "BIRCH!" "Oh! Oh! I'm sorry again! Uh... what was the question?" Chrissy started, her face blushing a bright red. "What did Jeremy do on his last birthday?"
"Uh... go out to dinner?" "That's right!" the host yelled. "What? I got one right!" Chrissy shrieked, more out of excitement that she finally got one right, than that she really cared. The host continued, "that leaves us with 200 points for Melinda, 150 for Bobby, and... and 15 for Birch. Our winner today is Melinda Sawyer!" Jeremy's face blanched, it was the crazy housewife. Chrissy smiled good-naturedly, though inside she was a bit disappointed. She had made a fool out of herself on national television and she didn't even win. All she wanted to do now was go home and throw her television out the window. She would never be able to watch it again. Jeremy was very disappointed. Upon hearing that she one, Melinda Sawyer had launched herself into his arms, nearly knocking him clear off the stage. Not only was he suffocating, but he had lost the opportunity to meet a beautiful girl who really didn't seem to care who he was. The show continued on for a few more minutes, Chrissy stuck in a corner next to Bobby watching the host give Melinda and Jeremy 3,000 dollars to spend however they wished on their day together. She noticed that Jeremy didn't look too please. Well, hey, she wouldn't be either. At last, someone came and pulled her off the stage. She walked through the dark alleyways of backstage and eventually found the room she had been herded in to change. She collected her clothes and changed, casually noting that the room seemed to be very nice. It's pale blue walls were reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror opposite the door. She looked at herself, wondering idly if a celebrity would ever really go for her.
Once she finished, she grabbed her things and left the room. She was astounded to see that the entire hall way was pitch black. She retraced her steps aways and finally saw a light. Chrissy was turning towards it when someone suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her through another door.
"shhhhh!" whispered an urgent voice. It was deep, sort of husky, and more than a bit amused.
His hand was over her mouth, so Chrissy couldn't speak. She had no idea what was going on, but the humor in the man's voice had dispelled any real fear. She pushed aside his hand and followed him into the light of a door behind the studio. She was astonished when the man turned around and there stood Jeremy Sawyer, twinkle alight in his eye, and a mischievous smile curling his lips.
"What's goi...." She began but he hushed her and turned to walk into the shadows.
"My curiousity got the best of me," he smiled. "I'm tired of housewives, certainly of gay guys, and you were the one I really wanted to spend a day with."
Picking her jaw off the cement, Chrissy stared at him. So he was a bit of a rebel after all.
"The studio always gets their way with these ridiculous publicity stunts," he grinned. "It's my turn for some fun. So," he looked at her, all of a sudden a bit abashed, "you in?"
All she could do was stare and stammer out a quick, "of course"
