A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

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We both sit down at the table and I take in his appearance. His hair is longer than last time but he looks well.

"I'm so sorry for being late. An absolute nightmare of a day" he apologises. I grin as he waves his hands around animatedly, "Got caught up at an interview, then it is mental out there. The Underground was jammed, but I'm here now. How are you?" He stops rambling and looks intently at me.

"You took the Underground? Are you mental? How many times were you stopped? And I'm grand thanks" I reply, seriously why would an internationally known movie star use public transport when in a rush?

"To be honest Sam I have no idea" he sighs and runs his hand through his hair, realising he now has a wet hand he wipes it on his jeans making me laugh. He laughs too, "Anyway thank you for waiting and it is really good to see you"

Now I should probably take this moment to explain mine and Ben's friendship. We met initially in early 2002 on the set of 'Fields of Gold', a TV movie. I was an extra; he was playing Jeremy; I fell over a table; he caught me. Simple really. At the time he was 25 and I was 20 and we hit it off straight away, possibly because they say opposites attract. He was boarding school material where as I was state school. He was typically southern and I was typically northern. Nevertheless we had a brief friendship whilst working on that project. Once it was over I had assumed that would be the end of our friendship, and it had been until 2003. I landed the role of 'extra' again on another TV movie called 'Hawking'. I was juggling two jobs at the time, waitress and theatre usherette, really living the highlife and all that. When I arrived on set on the first day I'd been stood talking to some of my fellow extras when someone had called my name. Turning round I'd seen Ben making his way over to me. We'd embraced like long lost siblings and I'd found out he was playing Hawking. I couldn't have congratulated him more; I was so pleased for him. Over the next couple of years we remained friends. He'd landed more and more roles and I'd branched out into theatre. I felt much more at home on the stage than I did on a set. It may have to do with the lack of weather complications in a theatre, my hair did not, and does not to this day, cope well with the rain. Ben came to see me in my shows when he could, even if I was just chorus number two, and I would watch him in whatever he was up to. We were each other's own critics. Then one New Year's Eve, 2005 into 2006 to be exact we messed up our friendship. I was drunk, he was drunk, I'd just got out of a relationship, he was pining over some actress he liked and before we knew it we were kissing and it ended up in his bedroom. Well it was one hell of a way to start 2006 and after the initial 'what the hell did we do?' stage we decided to give 'us' a go. So we dated for three months and yes in that time we did all the couple stuff you would expect. It was the end of March when things came to an amicable end. Ben had come over to mine and we were sat watching a movie on the sofa. His arm had been draped over my shoulder and I was cuddled up against his side. As we were watching he'd said "Sam, I love you, but I'm not in love with you." I'd felt him tense waiting for my response but I genuinely don't think he was expecting what I did say, "Oh thank god, me too." We both burst out laughing and then discussed our relationship. We did love each other but it was definitely not a romantic love. The sense of relief at his admission, knowing that I was only staying in the relationship so I didn't hurt him and him likewise, was ultimately liberating for us both. Since that day we have been the best of friends, we still support each other in our roles and we have often confided in each other over personal issues, partners frustrations and so on. Yes, it was a bit weird at first but I wanted him in my life and it seemed he wanted me around too, so we worked on it and after a couple of years it was like those three months had never happened.

"It's really good to see you too, it's been what four months?" I question. He has this big silly grin on his face, and I'm beginning to get suspicious.