Meeting An Old Friend

Chapter 5

I don't even want to go to set today.

I had a crappy Sunday, spending most of the day either in my room or on the couch with a trash can next to me. 

Today, I just feel ill and numb like my body was shot with loads of novacaine or something.

"So are you planning on heading to the set today or are you goign to sulk on the couch?" Sam hops on the cushion next to me with the biggest bowl of popcorn I've ever seen. "I have no reason to sulk, Sam. I just don't feel too good, still debating whether I should suck it up and head to set."

"What about Tom? Aren't you two having another date? I mean, if you're too sick to go, I could replace you." she slyly smiles, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

We never agreed on a date for our...date but if I didn't show up, Tom probably wouldn't even notice anyway. 

"You stay away from him, Sam. I'm serious, you'll scare him away!" I don't know why I was acting all defensive, I mean it's not like I'm dating the dude. 

We're just hanging out. Plus, I have zero interest in getting involved romantically with someone I'll only see for another month before he flies off to somewhere else.

"Calm yo tits girl. I like Thor anyway, Loki is a crazy muthafuckah." 

I grab my cell phone and dial my mentor's number. There's no way I'll be able to make it to set. 

Riiiinngg. Riiiinnggg. RIIIINNNGGG.

Voicemail. 

I hate leaving voicemails; they can always delete them to pretend like you never called. But it's the only way since she's probably not by her phone anyway.

After leaving a message, I cuddle into my blanket watching Austin Powers with Sam, still munching on her popcorn loudly.

"So, do you like Tom?" She asks setting her bowl on the table next to her. "You know the chances of you two lasting are very slim." 

I give her the death glare. "It was one date, Sam. He probably noticed how pathetic I am on set an asked me out. I seriously doubt this will turn into anything. I'm not his type." 

I pull the blanket over my shoulder donuts Reston under my chin. So warm. 

"Well, what exactly is his type? Did you ask him?" Okay, now she's just being a smartass. "No." She stares at me with a blank face, waiting for me to continue.

"You know, he's probably into famous chicks, women familiar with his lifestyle. Probably someone blonde and beautiful like a model. I...well I'm neither of those. I'm a film student, brown hair, total nerd and not the most attractive."

Sam starts to laugh, "Girl, take a look in the mirror sometime. Sure, you're not Heidi Klum but you are beautiful. You're like a sun-kissed Greek goddess! It takes a certain type of beauty to pull off the who au-naturale look and you can!"

I grab the tv remote changing the channel to the news. "Whatever. Let's change the subject. Any plans for tonight?" 

"Chilling out with the boyfran. You know, Travis is going to be there...." The sound of my ex's name sent chills down my spine. The dude is a total asshole.

"And what's your point?" She takes a drink of her pellegrino, "Well, you could come hang with us if you feel better?"

INITIATE DEATH GLARE PART TWO.

"Are you serious? Wait...don't answer that question, of course you are! Do you remember what he did to me? I don't plan on hanging out with a guy that totally fucked me over. No thanks."

Sam raises her arms in front of her like she was expecting me to throw something at her. So instead, I get up and walk to my room, locking the door behind me. 

I collapse back on my twin size bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Naptime.

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I took a two hour nap. TWO hour nap. I swear that never happens. 

Feeling refreshed, I decide to get dressed in normal clothes, hoping that would make me feel a little better.

It worked. 

Jeans and a tshirt, makes the condifence boost.

Walking into the living room I notice that Sam already left to hang out with the boys. I grab an apple off the counter and sit on the patio overlooking the city in the distance. 

Just as I was getting comfortable, the sound of a horn beeping distracts the quietness around my complex. I look over my railing to see a black mercedes benz pulling up with a hand waving out the driver's side.

I try to cower out of sight but it's too late. A tall, slender man steps out of the Benz wearing jeans, white shirt with a black cardigan and a pair of black sunglasses. "Chels! Hey, it's me! Tom!"

Ohmygod. 

I stand up straight forcing a smile. He begins running up the stairs and before I could compose myself, I hear a knock at the door.

I quickly rearrange the living room, throwing blankets in the closet and straightening the cushions on the couch. "What are you doing here, Tom?" I say opening the door to see him pull his shades off his blue eyes, looking all dapper and adorable.

"You didn't show up to set, Blake said you were under the weather.." He looks at me, his eyes gazing over my body. "I brought you some soup, it's tomato since you're vegetarian." 

I let him into my apartment and he heads to the kitchen searching for a bowl for the soup he brought me. "Are you still feeling ill? Your face looks a bit....flushed." He pours the soup into a glass bowl which becomes cloudy with water drops from the heat of the soup.

"I slept most of the day so I'm feeling a little bit better but a hell of a lot better than Sunday!" I laugh nervously as he walks over setting the bowl infront of me. "Well, rest is the best medicine!" his smile taking up his whole face showing off his perfectly straight teeth. "Since it's probably the best thing for you to stay inside, wanna watch a film?"

The first spoonful of soup was glorious, I've never tasted something so delicious. "This soup is amazing, thank you so much Tom." I was too involved with having a foodgasm that I didn't hear Tom's movie night proposal.

"I'm glad! I made it myself. So, movie night?" I look at him in a daze, "Holy cow, you cooked this?! Amazing that you don't have a girlfriend." I set my spoon down wiping the corners of my mouth. "So what film do you want to watch?"

Tom's cheeks turn a ruby red, his hands rustle about in his lap. He walks over to the bookcase filled with hundreds of movies. The first thing that pops out is "How about Superman? My favorite superhero!" 

I try to hide my excitement but I absolutely adore Superman. "I have the biggest crush on Clark Kent, it's ridiculous." I say instantly regretting it. Tom puts the movie in the dvd player and joins me on the couch. "I dressed up as Superman once for Halloween," he said proudly.

"That's too bad. Clark Kent is way sexier than Superman. Sure, Superman saves the world but I can't help but adore Clark's mannerisms. His glasses and that hat. Ungh! Plus he is so genuinely nerdy, total turn on."

Tom's eyes widen,"Plus he always gets the girl. Him and Lois will forever be together whether it's romantically or not. I wish I was Superman."

I look up at Tom,his profile is perfect. That jawline could cut you with one touch. All he's missing is the red and blue outfit, a cape and that little curl hanging infront of his forehead. 

Good god.

I think I might have just fell in love with Superman.