The doorbell rang at the men's dream house. They knew who it was. It
was the day of the Amy's rodeo group date. There were cameramen already
inside, waiting for Amy to arrive, and literally every man in the house
rushed for the door. Josh got there first.
"Hello gorgeous," he said to Amy, using a line that was supposed to be smooth, as Amy walked into the house followed stealthily by her cameramen. Amy thought the line was a little weird though. She wasn't big on pick up lines, she had heard enough to last a lifetime when she was at college.
"Hello to you too handsome." She said, hiding her confusion. As she said so, every man glowered at Josh. "Ready to go you guys?" She said to the pack of men who were going on this date. It was obvious too. They were all wearing cowboy boots and cowboy hats.
All the rodeo-ed up men nodded and began to subtlety rush toward the limo. They all wanted to get a seat next to Amy.
In the end, it turned out, Carter and Shane ended up next to Amy, much to Tad, Nathan, and Ethan's despair, and Carter and Shane's delight. Amy didn't know what to think of the men yet. She barely knew them, how was she supposed to tell the cameramen in the interviews what she really thought of them and who there was chemistry with. I guess she would just have to wait to find out.
Everyone in the limo sat in silence, they didn't know how to break the ice and the cameraman sitting in the corner of the limo was not helping.
"So where are you guys all from?" Amy asked, in her attempt to loosen things up a little. It didn't spark too much reaction, but some.
"I'm from a small town in Maine, you probably haven't heard of it, Holden?" Nathan said quietly and slowly. He seemed like a sweet guy but not one who was super outgoing, he was more reserved and shy from what Amy could tell.
"No, sorry I haven't heard of it." She said, laughing cautiously.
"It's ok, not that many people have." He said almost inaudibly. He felt as though he shouldn't have said anything and was thoroughly embarrassed. Amy however felt bad for him and tried to continue the conversation as the other men looked on jealously and wished they had told her their hometowns.
"Tell me about it." Amy said kindly. He was more like a little brother to her but she liked him all the same.
"Well, as I said, its pretty small. Only about 2,000 people." He said, starting to sound louder and more confident.
"Wow," she said, surprised. "That's even smaller than my town. And we have just about only 9,000 people there." She said.
"Yeah, I promised myself I would move out after I came home from college and got all my extra stuff from home, but I ended up just getting another house in Holden. I guess it's where I will forever call home." He said, mumbling the last part.
"I can't imagine living anywhere but Everwood. I've lived there my whole life and I'm glad. It's the only place I ever want to call home." She said, politely, but also subtlety was letting him know that if they were to get together, which she doubted, that he, or any other man in the car, would have to move to Everwood with her. It was her only request she had for the men.
The limo returned to its awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the cameraman changing the tapes in his camera.
"So what do you all do for a living?" Amy asked, again trying to create a conversation, preferably one that involved the whole car, and not just here and one "man of her dreams".
"I own a bar back east in Boston." Tad said, quick to answer her present question, and the previous one, after regretting for the last fifteen minutes of having not spoke up when she had first asked.
"Really." Amy said, sounding interested, although she only was remotely. She never was much of a drinker, although she didn't say so to Tad. "So, what's it called?" She asked.
"Tad and Mad's. I started it right after college. My best friend, Maddox, and I had always wanted to open one but we never really thought we would. But when he died in a car accident two weeks before graduation I realized that I had to do it, for him."
"I'm really sorry." Amy replied immediately. She was always sure to respond and help people when they spoke of the death of a loved one. She knew where they were coming from when they talked about how sad they were and how much they missed them.
"It's ok." He replied. "Its been, God, almost four years already. I probably would still be mourning if it weren't for the bar. That helped me move on. Like a sign from him, y'know?"
"Yeah," she replied, knowing exactly how he felt. She looked up and realized that everyone else was still there. Along with the camera man. She had totally zoned out with Tad.
Another ten minute awkward silence followed as the limo made it's way to their own private rodeo in Los Angeles.
* * *
Back at the Men's Dream House, Aaron returned from his afternoon jog with a video in his hand.
"We got another one." He said, almost on purpose to the camera that was only inches away from him.
The camera followed him as he put the tape in the VCR player and waited until every man currently in the house was by the TV.
After they were all comfortably seated on the couches or an easy chair, Aaron began the tape, as three cameramen taped in the background.
The tape immediately flashed to Amy, wearing nothing but a long Lakers jersey.
"Hey guys," she said in a sexy voice, "get ready to root for your favorite team when we head out to see a LA Laker's game. And who knows, while you're there, you might even score." She said, as the screen faded to black and all the men went back to what they were doing, but now, they all were smiling.
A/N: Sorry this took me so long. I was having major writer's block and could not come up with sufficient limo conversation. But tell me what you think.
"Hello gorgeous," he said to Amy, using a line that was supposed to be smooth, as Amy walked into the house followed stealthily by her cameramen. Amy thought the line was a little weird though. She wasn't big on pick up lines, she had heard enough to last a lifetime when she was at college.
"Hello to you too handsome." She said, hiding her confusion. As she said so, every man glowered at Josh. "Ready to go you guys?" She said to the pack of men who were going on this date. It was obvious too. They were all wearing cowboy boots and cowboy hats.
All the rodeo-ed up men nodded and began to subtlety rush toward the limo. They all wanted to get a seat next to Amy.
In the end, it turned out, Carter and Shane ended up next to Amy, much to Tad, Nathan, and Ethan's despair, and Carter and Shane's delight. Amy didn't know what to think of the men yet. She barely knew them, how was she supposed to tell the cameramen in the interviews what she really thought of them and who there was chemistry with. I guess she would just have to wait to find out.
Everyone in the limo sat in silence, they didn't know how to break the ice and the cameraman sitting in the corner of the limo was not helping.
"So where are you guys all from?" Amy asked, in her attempt to loosen things up a little. It didn't spark too much reaction, but some.
"I'm from a small town in Maine, you probably haven't heard of it, Holden?" Nathan said quietly and slowly. He seemed like a sweet guy but not one who was super outgoing, he was more reserved and shy from what Amy could tell.
"No, sorry I haven't heard of it." She said, laughing cautiously.
"It's ok, not that many people have." He said almost inaudibly. He felt as though he shouldn't have said anything and was thoroughly embarrassed. Amy however felt bad for him and tried to continue the conversation as the other men looked on jealously and wished they had told her their hometowns.
"Tell me about it." Amy said kindly. He was more like a little brother to her but she liked him all the same.
"Well, as I said, its pretty small. Only about 2,000 people." He said, starting to sound louder and more confident.
"Wow," she said, surprised. "That's even smaller than my town. And we have just about only 9,000 people there." She said.
"Yeah, I promised myself I would move out after I came home from college and got all my extra stuff from home, but I ended up just getting another house in Holden. I guess it's where I will forever call home." He said, mumbling the last part.
"I can't imagine living anywhere but Everwood. I've lived there my whole life and I'm glad. It's the only place I ever want to call home." She said, politely, but also subtlety was letting him know that if they were to get together, which she doubted, that he, or any other man in the car, would have to move to Everwood with her. It was her only request she had for the men.
The limo returned to its awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the cameraman changing the tapes in his camera.
"So what do you all do for a living?" Amy asked, again trying to create a conversation, preferably one that involved the whole car, and not just here and one "man of her dreams".
"I own a bar back east in Boston." Tad said, quick to answer her present question, and the previous one, after regretting for the last fifteen minutes of having not spoke up when she had first asked.
"Really." Amy said, sounding interested, although she only was remotely. She never was much of a drinker, although she didn't say so to Tad. "So, what's it called?" She asked.
"Tad and Mad's. I started it right after college. My best friend, Maddox, and I had always wanted to open one but we never really thought we would. But when he died in a car accident two weeks before graduation I realized that I had to do it, for him."
"I'm really sorry." Amy replied immediately. She was always sure to respond and help people when they spoke of the death of a loved one. She knew where they were coming from when they talked about how sad they were and how much they missed them.
"It's ok." He replied. "Its been, God, almost four years already. I probably would still be mourning if it weren't for the bar. That helped me move on. Like a sign from him, y'know?"
"Yeah," she replied, knowing exactly how he felt. She looked up and realized that everyone else was still there. Along with the camera man. She had totally zoned out with Tad.
Another ten minute awkward silence followed as the limo made it's way to their own private rodeo in Los Angeles.
* * *
Back at the Men's Dream House, Aaron returned from his afternoon jog with a video in his hand.
"We got another one." He said, almost on purpose to the camera that was only inches away from him.
The camera followed him as he put the tape in the VCR player and waited until every man currently in the house was by the TV.
After they were all comfortably seated on the couches or an easy chair, Aaron began the tape, as three cameramen taped in the background.
The tape immediately flashed to Amy, wearing nothing but a long Lakers jersey.
"Hey guys," she said in a sexy voice, "get ready to root for your favorite team when we head out to see a LA Laker's game. And who knows, while you're there, you might even score." She said, as the screen faded to black and all the men went back to what they were doing, but now, they all were smiling.
A/N: Sorry this took me so long. I was having major writer's block and could not come up with sufficient limo conversation. But tell me what you think.