Across the Fence

Part 3

Tom

"Of all the doctors in this fucking city, I had to get her, my pain in the ass neighbor, she's never going to let me live this down." Chris lets out a long sigh.

"Why don't you two just knock boots already, you can cut the sexual tension with a knife." I give him a disgusted look.

"Oh bloody hell, believe me, there is not a bone in my body that's sexually attracted to her." Chris laughs and pats me on the shoulder.

"Ok, mate, whatever, keep telling yourself that, I'm going home now." I raise my hand up to him as he walks out the front door.

Her and I, sexual tension, that's laughable.

After a long nap and a shower, I was starting to feel more myself. I just popped some leafovers in the microwave, when there is a knock at the door.

Ashley

Tom answers the door with a look of irration. I smile because I know I'm the last person he wants to see. The first thing I notice, besides his grumpy demeanor, is he is shirtless and has a pair of sweats on that are riding very low on his hips. I find myself swallowing hard, trying to compose myself, after seeing his glorious body, barely covered with clothing.

"I just wanted to stop and see how you were doing, before I went home to crash." He gives me a slight smile.

"I'm fine, Ashley, thank you, but you didn't need to make a house call, I'm a big boy, I can manage on my own." He says with a snippy tone.

"Well, you would never know it by the way you behaved at the hospital, tree top." He throws me a dirty look.

"Well, if there is nothing else, I'm getting ready eat something, before I throw up." I give him a concerned look.

"Do you feel sick? Are you dizzy at all?" He shakes his head and groans.

"No, Ashley, I'm just hungry, I haven't eaten since early this morning." I nod at him, feeling annoyed.

"Shit Tom, I was just concerned, and making sure you didn't have a concussion, but that head of yours is so hard, I guess I shouldn't worry about that." He runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Ashley, Thank you for your concern, but I am fine." I nod and walk towards the door.

"Okay, Tom, see ya around." He sighs loudly.

"I mean it Ashley, thank you for stopping by." I am shocked by his words, he actually seems to be sincere.

"You're welcome, take care." I say, before leaving.

Tom

Now that the filming of Thor has wrapped up, I have a lot more time on my hands, When I'm not working on a film. I become quite the hermit. I spend a lot of time at home, and with family.

Three days into my hiatus, I invited some of my friends over for a BBQ and some drinks in my backyard. I invited Chris H, Chris E, RDJ, and Scarlett.

After letting our food settle, Scarlett suggested a friendly game of football, the guys and I look at each other and smirk.

"I think it should be the four of us against you, Scarlett." Chris Evans says, rubbing his hands together with excitement.

"Well, that hardly seems fair, I say, the teams should be, me, Chris H and Tom, against you and Robert." Scarlett decides.

"Ok, then, Next question, American, or UK Football?" I ask

We all agree at the same time. "American." We say in unison.

I run to the garage to grab a football, when I see Ashley walk into the backyard with her yippy dog. Why can't she be a work, I really don't want her lingering across the fence watching us. I'm going to pretend she isn't even there, and just have fun with my friends.

"Scarlett, I'm open." I yell out at her, she looks one way then the other, and takes the ball and runs it in for a touchdown, she slams the ball down, and does a funny celebratory dance. Chris and I give her a high five, then throw the ball to the other team. Chris Evans stands behind Robert as he hikes the ball, Chris retrieves the ball as Robert runs backwards down the yard, as Chris throws the ball, I stood in between Chris and Robert and block the ball, it bounces off my fingertip and goes flying into Ashley's yard. I slap myself in the head, as Ashley yells, "I'll get it." She picks up the ball and throws it to me.

"Did you see that? that women has one hell of an arm on her." Chris E, yells out, "Get over here, you will be on our team, Peyton Manning." Ashley giggles, and quickly accepts, while I moan in displeasure.

Needless to say, Chris, Robert and Ashley's team won. Ashley gives me a gloating glare, as Chris and Robert invite her to the deck for a celebration drink.

"Ashley probably needs to get home, right Ashley?" I throw a nasty look her way.

"No, not really, Spoiled sport, I would love to have a drink." Chris H, laughs in my ear. "Yeah, spoiled sport." I fake a smile, and before I can even get the deck, the beer is already flowing.

"A couple hours later and maybe a 24 pack between us, I was actually having a good time, Ashley has a great sence of humor, she had all of in stiches, telling stories about the ER. It was three in the morning before I knew it, feeling unsteady I stand up to get another beer, realizing we were out.

"Hey, Redwood, we drank it all, your a poor host, not having enough alcohol for your guests." I roll my eyes in her direction.

"Well if you wouldn't have come over, we would have had plenty." I jab back. Luckily my other guests didn't hear our banter, because I would have definitely been the bad guy, since they all seem to like Ashley.

"You know, for someone as smart and as hot as you are, ''You sure are an asshole." I give her an evil smile.

"I can say the same about you, Doctor, If you weren't such a bitch, I would had fucked you silly by now." She stops in her tracks and gives me a 'what did you just say'? look. I smile at her sweetly.

"You heard me, You would be screaming my name, instead of screaming at me all the time." She taps her foot at me.

"Well, it's a good thing, you think I'm a bitch then, because you will never know what's it like to hear me scream your name."