That night, I spent the night at Chelsea's, without the guys, for a girls night for a change.
"So dish. Do you actually fancy Misha? Cause everyone thinks so," she asked over a glass of wine.
"What do you think?" I lifted an eyebrow.
"I don't think you do, no, in fact I know you don't."
"Thanks, at least someone thinks so; it's just harmless fun."
"You know, we've been friends for a month now, that's plenty of time for you to have gotten to know the cast," Chelsea said.
"And?"
"And you can answer the question I asked on the first day now. Who is your favourite actor?"
I took a huge swig of wine. "Well, Misha and Mark, obviously cos they're my best friends. You are too, my best friend that is," I laughed.
"I gathered that cos I'm not an actress and sure as hell not an actor. Do you fancy anyone?" Chelsea sipped her wine and wiggled her eyebrows at me.
I looked at the ceiling, pretending to think about it. "Jensen."
"Seriously?" Chelsea gauped.
"Well, apart from being married, yeah. I wouldn't refuse if he offered and I wouldn't kick him outta bed either," I lied a little. I did think Jensen was fit but I fancied Mark way more.
Chelsea looked at me. "Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me?"
"I'm not, Jensen is hot," I cried, innocently.
"I might be American, but I'm not that stupid," she scowled at me.
"So by saying 'not that stupid', you're saying you're at least a little bit stupid then?" I giggled.
"Shut up and tell me the truth," she laughed.
"Okay, alright, yes. Yes, I do fancy someone but I really don't want anyone to know. Do I have to tell you?"
"Am I your best friend?"
"Yes."
"Then yes, you have to tell me," Chelsea laughed.
"That's blackmail, I'm not going to tell Mark and Misha and they are my best friends as well," I fought.
She said nothing, just stared at me.
"Oh, alright," I sighed and tig
htly twisted my fingers in nervous tension.
"Come on," Chelsea begged."I fancy Mark," I said, warily.
"Pellegrino?"
I looked at her like I was guilty of something and her face froze as she realised who I was talking about.
"Noooo, Sherrie, no, please no; tell me you don't. It's not is it?"
I nodded, slowly.
"Mark Sheppard? Crowley? But he's old, like really old, old enough to be your dad old," Chelsea cringed.
"That doesn't matter to me, I don't care about age," I stated. "And what does it matter? He's married. I've seen his ring."
Chelsea knew he was getting divorced but kept it to herself, hoping it was just a crush.
"It could be just a crush?" She suggested aloud. "I mean, in a couple of weeks you might fancy someone else, another actor."
I looked at her.
"Or you might meet one. Robert Pattinson, he's English. So it Colin Farrell and Gerrard Butler."
"Okay, one I would never kick him out of bed for any amount of money-"
"See, even though he is old too, but not as old."
"Two," I carried on. "Colin Farrell is Irish, not English. And three, I don't fancy Mark just because he is English. Does a crush last three weeks?"
"A crush can last three months," Chelsea answered.
"Ok, cos I've fancied him from the first time I seen him on TV. Now, can you tell me why you are so against this, I mean, it's not even ever gonna happen," I asked.
"Because he's really old, he's twice your age. Don't you want to go out with someone your own age?"
"What's better? Going out with someone I fancy or going out with someone my own age just because it's more socially acceptable?""I'm sorry, you're right, age shouldn't matter if you like each other."
"But he doesn't like me, we're just friends. He's a married man, why would a married man want me? Apart from Misha who likes to pretend to have sex in his car."
Chelsea bit her tongue again.
'Why don't I just tell her? Maybe I want him to tell her, that way if he does, then it will be obvious that he likes her. But is he's her best friend, he's going to tell her eventually. I know, it's because it's not my business to tell her, that's why I don't want to tell her. It's his business, his life, and it's nothing to do with me. I just can't believe she fancies him. Mark Sheppard. She wants to kiss Crowley. Ewwww."
"What are you thinking about?" I asked her.
"I am wondering why you couldn't like Richard or one of the other regulars," Chelsea answered.
"Richard? That's gross. Do you think it's wrong that I fancy him? I mean, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone else or anything's gonna happen, so he's not gonna find out."
"Hey, if you wanna fantasize about him in your head or whatever, who am I to stop you?" She shrugged.
"But do you think there's something wrong with me for liking him?"
"No, that just might be your type, y'know, older guys. I'm sorry I judged so fast, if you want to fancy him, then you fancy him."
Chelsea picked up the remote and flicked through the TV channels, finally stopping on one.
"Here."
I looked up to see Mark as Sterling on Leverage.
"Now you can show me what exactly it is that I am missing, cos I really can't see what you do. To me he's just old and, yeah, but to you . . .You can tell me what it is you like about him."
"Besides the accent that's similar to mine? And the brown hair and beard?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I bet the tattoos play a big part in it too, huih?"
"Oh yeah," I laughed, "Definitely. Well, I can't tell you why while watching this cos it's not the characters I like, it's him as a person. But he is sexy in this. Really sexy even with his face shaved and his shirt slightly undone."
"Yeah, whatever."
"He's funny and caring and a really good friend."
"A friend. He might be totally different in a relationship," Chelsea suggested.
"Well, I'm not going to find out though, am I?" I pouted.
"Don't worry, remember what me and Misha said, we'll find you the right man."
"Shame he's not from England, in his forties, with brown hair and tattoos."
"We can't always have what we want," she laughed.
"Can you just forget I told you about this because otherwise, you'll be watching me and Mark every time we talk and seeing stuff that's not there. Look what everyone thought, thinks, about me and Misha. So, can you? Forget?" I asked. "You might be right after all, it is probably is just a little crush."
"Yeah, I promise. And I promise not to read into anything I see. You'll see, it is just a little crush, you'll soon learn that I am usually almost right." she promised.
"Right, are you finished? Cos I am I going to, how do you say it? Drool," I smiled.
Chelsea laughed and we both chinked our glasses and turned to watch Mark on Leverage.