He is not my type, he's a pretty boy actor. A roll in the hay is one thing, but a relationship, with someone who dated a whiney little Teen Idol. No Thanks!
I modeled the Female OC after my favorite female Rock star, Amy Lee. I'm only using her like...
Was I to hard on him? He really didn't deserve it, he was nothing but a gentleman, and I was a bitch. I pinch the bridge of my nose, thinking, God, Kinsley, why do you even care, you don't even like the guy. He is quite sexy though, but that's where the attraction ends, right? I'm over thinking this, I need to get said man out of my head, and just go to bed.
I wake up, and my room is still dark, due to my black curtians, but I know it has to be at least noon. I rarely get up before noon, when don't have any commitments that day. I pick up my phone, beside the bed, to look at the time. I see I have 5 text messages, from Tom. Before I can even open the first message, my bedroom door slams open, scaring me half to death, I see a very irrated Tom, standing in my doorway.
"Do you ever read your texts?" He says, walking up to the bed and grabs my phone out of my hand. "Hey, I was looking at that." Tom just snorts at me, "Are you just waking up?"
I smirk at him, with an attitude. "No, I'm just taking a break, from my busy schedule." I say sarcastically.
"Wow, you are such a smartass." I laugh out loud,
"You better believe it." I say, lighting a Cigarette.
"What the fuck, Kinsley, you smoke?"
"Damn, nothing gets passed you, Mr Obvious." Tom scoffs at me, pulling the blanks off me.
"Hey, now, I could've been naked, under there." Tom laughs, "I've seen most of you already, or have you forgotten about that?" I roll my eyes.
"No, that image is forever etched in my brain." I say rudely.
"That should be one hell of an image, darling." I start to get impatient.
"Why are you even here?" Tom looks at me, with a disapproving look. "Well if you would have read my texts, you would know the answer to that question, my dear." I move across the room, making my way to the bathroom, and close the door behind me.
I have a proposition for you." Tom says, through the bathroom door."
"I'm not sure, I want to hear this." Tom groans at my response.
"Ok, spill it then, Hiddleston, what is this proposition of yours?" Tom sighs loudly.
"Can you come out of the bathroom, so I don't have to talk to a door." I open the door, wearing only a towel, and a toothbrush in my mouth. It takes Tom a minute, to stop staring at me, and get to his point.
"Well I need a date for the Emmy's, I thought I had one, but she broke up with me, I was hoping you could be my plus one." I walk back into the bathroom and spit out my tooth paste.
"No, absolutely not, I hate those things, I would rather be tied upside down, by my feet, over a rattlesnake den, then go to one of those stuffy, 'pat yourself on the back' events." Tom tries to hold in a chuckle.
"Oh come on Kinsley, help a man out, I'll make it worth your while." I can't help but let out a 'yeah right' snicker.
"Listen, I'll pay for dinner, I'll pay for your dress, and what ever else you need." I laugh stubbornly.
"I'll sweeten the deal, If you go with me, I will never bother you again, since you dislike me so much, you'll never have to see me again." I stop and think about that one.
"Hmmm, you have yourself a deal, Hiddleston." I reply, shaking his hand.
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A week later.
Tom's POV
It was the evening of the Emmy's, and my driver was on his way to pick up Kinsley, for some reason, I was nervous. For one thing, I'm worried about what Kinsley is going to wear, plus, we are so different, that I'm sure we will be the 'talk of the ball' so to speak.
We arrive at Kinsley's house, I get out of the car, and walk up the long drive, to her door, and ring the doorbell. My heart is beating fast, due to the anticipation of waiting for her to answer the door. When she finally answers it. I'm blown away, she looks absolutely stunning.
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Her dress, her makeup, her hair, she looks extraordinary.
I stand there speechless for a least twenty seconds.
"What's wrong, Tom, cat gotcha tongue." I shift my weight from one leg to the other.
"No, you look, you look, stunning, Kinsley." She smirks at me.
"Thanks, so do you, okay enough of this mushy stuff, let's go, and get this over with. With that, she grabs my arm, and we walk to the car.
She might not look like Kinsley, but she still sounds like Kinsley. This might be a long night.
