The Actor's One & Only

Chapter 2

"So, what d'you wanna do now?" she asked, as they sat on the edge of his bed, quite close to each other. She wanted to make up all the time they'd missed out, being away from each other and decided to head on over to his place after the movie instead of her home. "I dunno...how bout somethin we've never done before?" he elicited a nervous gulp from her as he leaned in for a kiss. "D'you wanna...make out?" she whispered with a cocky grin, reading his mind and feeling a tad at ease as their lips connected for the first time. She liked it when he stopped snogging for a while, just to suck on her lower lip and then moved down to her neck, making her feel all tingly all over and really turned on.
They continued to snog and she sank into the soft bed, running a hand through his oh, so great hair as he lay atop her and ran his hands all over her body. This was that moment both the young lovers had longed for and he knew she cherished every bit- from his lanky fingers grazing her thighs, inching their way up to her breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of her top, his tongue flicking in and out of her mouth and everything in between...!
"What? Did I do somethin wrong?" he enquired, as she sat up, pushing him off just as everything was going right and they'd almost neared the stage where they could undress each other and jump under the covers to consummate their relationship. "No. It's just that..." she began to explain, as he held her in his arms. "Yeah?" he urged her to finish her sentence. "Ya drooled all o'er the popcorn!" she yelled, looking up at him and shooting daggers at him! "Huh? What are ya...?" a confused Jack sputtered, demanding a proper explanation as she swatted his hand away! That's when he woke up.
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"Just another bloody fantasy!" he muttered under his breath disappointingly, sitting up in his seat. "Ya drooled o'er the popcorn, ya ninny! Now no-one gets to eat it!" he scowled as the woman he loved and fantasized about reprimanded him and elbowed him in the chest for wasting good popcorn! He yawned as the lights came on, noticing the audience leaving at the end of the movie. "Oh, sorry...! I'm so sorry." he sputtered apologetically, shaking off his wet fantasy before following her out.
"An' ya fell asleep durin the movie! Who does that durin a Nancy Myers movie?! Christ! I knew I should've come with Mia." she complained as she tossed the tub full of saliva-slathered popcorn kernels away in the bin outside. "I told ya I didn't like snuff films like this." he defended himself, rubbing his eyes with his hand before wrapping the other comfortably around her waist. She wrapped her arm around him in a similar fashion. "Snuff film?! Nancy Myers is classic, mate!" she argued. "Sorry." he apologized for the umpteenth time, taken aback by her anger over such a petty topic.
"Golly, yer still that apologetic scaredy cat, arentcha? Haven't changed much, ya have." she teased, once she'd cooled down. "Neither have ya. Apart from the cup size, of course!" he retorted jokingly with a devilish grin. "Haardy-haar! Think yer so funny, funny-man?" she feigned laughter at his lame joke, playfully messing up his hair as they walked hand in hand.
"Look at us...Bickerin like a regular Scotch Harry an' Sally!" the die-hard devotee of romcoms whispered into his ear. "Harry an' Sally? Who're they?" an oblivious Jack enquired, raising an eyebrow on hearing her. "They're characters from a Nora Ephron flick. Think you'll like that one. I'm gonna rent it so we can watch it, yeah?" she suggested. "Ere's a better idea. Maybe I could just go like so..." he muttered, rolling his eyes before he put two fingers up to his throat resembling a 'finger gun', preparing to pretend shoot himself before pulling the trigger, and even providing sound effects for the gun going off and the blood splatter. She broke into peals of laughter at his reaction and clapped on seeing his acting skills. He took a bow like he'd just played to a houseful theatre on West End or somethin!
"Yer such a drama queen! Ya know, I'm just doin this so yer better prepared." she defended her actions to torture him using romcoms as they continue to stroll down the cobblestone street. "Prepared? For what?" he enquired, raising yet another eyebrow at her.
"What if yer typecast once ya get to Hollywood? I've heard plenty o' newcomers gettin typecast in such hopeless romantic roles, ya know?" she replied, in a scholarly manner. "Really? But...I wanna play more diverse roles. I know I was born to!" he seemed intent to hear more on her opinions on Hollywood casting now.
"Aye. What if they sign ya up to play a single dad trying to woo a single mum? Or a lovelorn Scottish undertaker who falls for an American actress, then follows er to the States, to Hollywood, only to have his heart broken, eh?" she continued to list off, warning him about the various cliched role options that'd come in the young actor's way. "There's really a movie that goes like that?" he asked, having had tuned out while she was speaking and only having caught that last example "Aye. It's called L.A.without a map...or somethin like that, I think." she replied. "Oh, wow...! I've gotta rent that one then! Sounds incredulous!" he quipped, sniggering at the storyline of the movie.
"Let's just grab a bite! How bout fish n chips? I'm bloomin starvin!" she declared, ignoring him on feeling her tummy growl and her mouth water on spotting an eatery in the distance.