I opened my eyes to the sound of the doorbell. "Mmmmmnnnnoooo..." I turned over to see the alarm clock. Eight o'clock already! I sat up, rubbing my eyes, cursing myself for over sleeping. The doorbell rang again. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!!"
Yawning and shuffling to the door, I opened it and saw Tom, leaning on the door frame, wearing that tight blue tee he always seems to wear, his arms crossed and smiling. "Whoa! Is this what you always look like in the morning, or is this a good day?" He put his arms up to block my punches, but he was laughing so hard, his arms fell.
"Bite me, brit boy!" I smiled wickedly. "Why are you bugging me so early?" I covered my mouth to yawn, then waited.
Putting his hands on my shoulders, he gently shook me. "Why are...Ooooooohhhhhh! The wedding, riiiiiight." Raising an eyebrow with a hint of mischief in his voice, he said, "Have a little bit too much fun did you?"
Thinking of Brian and how disgusting he was, I sarcastically said, "Oh I had a wonderful time!" I recapped last night's main events to him. He bit his lip so he wouldn't laugh. I pinched the bridge of my nose then glared at him. "Something amuse you, Hiddleston?"
He walked closer to me, then proceeded to look at my chest. "Not at all, love." He took off running around the couch, throwing his head back laughing. When I caught him by the shirt, I leaned down to look at his crotch and did my best to look disappointed, but thought, HOLY SHIT, what does he have in there...and why is it so prominent?
I groaned. "You know, I'd kick your ass, but you'd probably enjoy it too much!" I didn't wait for a response. "Whatcha want?"
He looked at me, well, more like through me, with a stupid smile on his face. Finally, "Oh yeah!! I almost forgot why I was here, since you mentioned kicking my ass. Ehehehe, it was a nice vision in my head." He looked up at the ceiling, smiling, and gave a long satisfying sigh.
What.A.Flirt! I shook my head, trying not to laugh, but I couldn't help myself. Looking at Tom acting like a little kid makes me laugh. And thinking about what's hiding in his pants...
He clapped his hands together, and said, "Chelsea, you have been super sweet to me, cooking for me, running lines with me, well...you've done a lot and I appreciate it!"
With a look of mock horror, I covered my mouth and asked, "Mr Hiddleston...are you leaving me?"
I ran away from him, giggling. "But Tom!" I draped my arm on my forehead. "If I do your laundry, will you still love me?"
Tom walked over to me, put his hand over my mouth and faked annoyance. "You know Ms Bennett, you are really a pain in the ass! I came here to ask you out."
With his hand still over my mouth, I couldn't answer. I furrowed my brows and garbled, "htt?"
Leaning on the door where the sun was illuminating orangish rays off his chest, he ran his hand through his black hair, suddenly as nervous as a teenager asking girl on a first date.
I blushed, not knowing why really. Turning around, mind racing, I looked back, crooked my head, and said, "Aw Tom, it's no big deal! I enjoy having another person to cook for, and running lines..." I got a little too fangirl on that, "that is the coolest thing ever!!! To watch you turn from a nice guy to well...Loki may be misunderstood, but he's still got issues!" I came down off of my high to see him with crossed arms, and a smug smile on his face.
I pursed my lips and blushed. "OK, now that I've embarrassed myself, don't feel like you have to take me out!"
He smiled, (always, always smiling!!) and said, "Chelsea, what I'm laboring to say is...you're great. You've taken care of me and..." he was shuffling his feet, rubbing his forehead and looked at me warily, "please don't take this out of context...but, I really love that! I'm not hitting on you Chelsea, I swear! Just 2 friends going out to dinner, ok?"
He was adorable. Trying so hard not to upset me. I walked over to him with a deadpan expression. He rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for a 'no' when I asked, "What time are you picking me up?"
His frown disappeared immediately and he became his regular adorable self, taking my hand, kissing it, and saying, "I shall pick the lady up at 8." As he reached the door, he said, "Tomorrow. Because I'm going out with you tonight! EHEHEHE!" He shut the door just in time, before a book hit him in the face.
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Later that night, I was putting the finishing touches on my face, then scrunched my nose at my clothes. Tom wouldn't tell me where we were going, so I don't know if i was under dressed. I chose my blue dress that was kinda plain. Jen calls it my "won't get laid" dress. That kinda is the point though.
The doorbell rang. Right on time Hiddleston. Picking up my gold earrings, I headed to the door and opened it to see Tom, perfectly dressed in a gray suit, white button up shirt, and silver tie. Whoa! He does look good!
He momentarily stared in approval and smiled ear to ear, then composed himself quickly. "Well, you look kinda cute there." I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. "Oh Thomas, I know this dress isn't much, but cute is for puppies! You had better say something more flattering than that!"
Rubbing his chin, looking at me up and down, "Chelsea Bennett, you are gorgeous!" Then he kissed my cheek.
I was putting in my earrings, when I glared, but chuckled, "Well ok, you don't have to lie! But you clean up nice."
"Oh no, you don't get away from this that easy! You're beautiful Chelsea."
I grabbed my purse and keys, walked past him, then looked back to a distraugh Tom and said, "C'mon. We're not doing this brit boy, I'm hungry!"
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Tom stared at me a lot when we were eating appetizers. Of course Steve did it all the time, but this was different. Tom was just a friend, and I...well, I don't know...he was just making me nervous.
I was looking at a small waterfall display and I said, "Tom?"
He reached for my hand, "Chelsea?"
Still looking at the waterfall, I said, " If you keep staring at me, I'm going to stab your hand to the table with my fork."
When I looked back, his cheeks were pink and he lowered his head, smiling. "Ehehe, I'm sorry. I've never seen you dressed up before, that's all."
Lucky for me, a few fans came over. One thing I adore about Tom is the way he interacts with his fans. "Let me take the picture!" I took the camera from one girl and both of them squeezed in with Tom. I looked at them, smiling, and said, "One at a time!" Leaning towards them as if telling them a secret, I said, "Really ladies, he's not all that great, but hey, I'll do it for you!"
Tom looked offended and said, "Well, that was just mean!" One of the girls looked at him, beaming, and told her, "It's ok Tom, we know it's not true!"
Tom stuck his tongue out at me, looking too adorable, while I took the pictures. "Thank you girls. Have a good night!" They walked off, arms locked, with their heads together, giggling.
We both watched them walk away smiling, but Tom lingered. I watched him, amazed how he humble he really is. This man is, I think, the biggest star right now, and he doesn't act like it. He caught me shaking my head, grinning.
"Problem Bennett?"
"I'm just trying to understand why people like..." I narrowed my eyes, "you."
Tom looked at me, pretending to be insulted. "You are a mean, horrible woman! I take you to a nice dinner and this is how you treat me? I'm hurt and you're going to have to make it up to me!"
"Tom! Over here! Tom!" Paparazzi! Oh Lord! He was nice to them, but annoyed. "Guys! I'm eating, c'mon! If you want an interview, wait outside! You're interrupting other customers!"
"Who's your friend, Tom?" I hid my face, then went the other way to hide in the restroom. Other women looked out the door to see what was going on, then looked back at me. And since I had tears falling down my face...unless they were stupid...they knew who I was!
I was hiding in a stall, leaning on the door thinking, just great! Tom's gonna be harrassed now...and how long am I going to be in here?
