I have a serious belief if that Hurley is a Star Wars geek, he must know to some degree about Lord of the Rings. considering that Charlie looks remarkably like Dom Monaghan, something has to click.
Charlie is cute
Don't own Lost.
They explored the semi-explored bits of the forest. The sun rose higher and hotter and soon both hunters stopped hunting. Charlie wiped a bead of sweat out of his eye.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." He sighed.
"I am really hungry now." Hurley moaned, rubbing his gurgling stomach.
"Pop a cork in it. If you were satisfied with pork, you wouldn't be hungry right now."
"I am, but I wanted more than that. I want…potatoes."
"No…Hurley, don't start."
"Baked potatoes with sour cream and bacon…"
"We've got lots of bacon-"
"Crisps. I miss crisps…"
"Hurley…" Charlie warned.
"I also want a milkshake."
"The only milkshake you're going to get around here is if you get Claire and shake her up and down." Charlie revealed a very impish grin.
"Dude, that's really gross." Hurley attempted a look of disgust (which looked remarkably like his puppy-dog face).
"I was only trying to get you to shut up…but now that you've mentioned it, I really want taters."
"Taters? Dude, you sound like something out of Lord of the Rings."
"Don't bag my English, and don't talk to me about Lord of the Rings. I had a very horrible experience before the crash." He shuddered.
"Okay, now I'm interested, tell me more." Hurley swivelled on his tree root to listen better.
"It started when DriveShaft became really popular. I thought that we were becoming something of an international phenomenon, with screaming fangirls everywhere. Whenever I walked on the street, I would be pursued by an adolescent girl in a cloak with a really high-pitched voice. It was weird…"
"Oh, I hate fangirls, sort-of. When I was at the Star Wars convention a few years ago, when Hayden Christensen was there: it was a stampede…knickers flying everywhere." Hurley smiled nostalgically.
"Whose telling the story? I am! Anyway, Lord of the Rings (the second one) comes out and I notice this extremely handsome guy on there, he was some hobbit-dude called Merry, but I can't figure out why it bugged me so much to look at him. After that incredibly long movie, I go to the bathroom and suddenly this girl points me out. A pack of these people come out of nowhere and mob me, screaming "Dom! Dom! Dom!". By the time security came, I had lost a shoe, my shirt and a clump of hair. I think I lost a filling, I'm not sure…"
"Ah ha!" Hurley punched the air in jubilation, "I knew I recognised you from somewhere. Dude! You look like Dominic Monaghan!"
"I know. He once found out about me when I was touring. He paid me to do some magazine shots when he was on holiday. But did I grow sick of hearing about Merry-this, Merry-that – Billy-this-that. It drove me berserk, so I quit the double job. He envied that I could sing, he sounds like a dying cat, and that gave me satisfaction."
Another growl broke the silence.
"Hurley, we need to get you some food before you consume yourself."
"Uh, that wasn't my stomach." Hurley became very white. Both men stared into the bushes, which were moving with something very large.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHH:gasp:HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
What happens next? Who knows? I have writers block so even I don't know yet.
