After it's over, the audience/diners go wild with applause and Dom and Chelsea take their bows. You look back to Mr. Groban and he's clapping with a smile and an evident sign of laughter on his face. You grin and clap extra loud. You grab the closest flowers out of a vase on a table and hand them to Chelsea, who's of breath, and she laughs. They take another bow and begin to make their way off stage.
You still can't stop laughing- it was so random and just plain.. WEIRD.. to see Dom and Chelsea being serious. But then they weren't. But then they were! Who knew they could be serious for a whole 4 minutes? Who knew Dom could DANCE?! You never imagined Dom as a.. er.. well.. you know... pretty boy. But at least he isn't gay or something. I mean... it's pretty apparent that he isn't... with Chelsea.. and all... *cough* Anyway, everyone heads back to the table, laughing and joking, and all that good stuff, while you hang back and plant yourself casually at the entrance of the restaurant, the one leading out to the dining deck, where you have a full view of Groby. I mean.. Josh Groban. You're curious to know how he'll respond. You see him begin to get up and assume he's about to follow Chelsea and Dom to converse with them and who-knows-what, but then someone whispers something in his ear, he nods, and walks in the opposite direction. Drat.
You rejoin the group and sit in the only empty seat- between Caroline and Jason- and are quite happy with the arrangement. It's a round table and starting from your left it's Jason, Elijah, Erin, Dom, Chelsea, Olivia, Billy, and then Caroline, who is on your right.
"You okay?" Jason leans over and whispers to you.
"Oh, yeah, fine." You reply while unfolding your napkin and placing it in your lap. Then you address Dom and Chelsea/everybody else with, "Wow, guys, that was amazing... though I have to say I was quite surprised. Hahahahaha... so you do know that's going to be all over YouTube in a few days, right?" Everyone chuckles at your remark and Jason quips, "Dominic Monaghan dances to Josh Groban!" as if naming a title. You all laugh.
"So where did you put the dance together?" Caroline questions.
"Most of it in the lavatory on the plane." Dom replies.
"Oh, I thought you were doing drugs." You mumble under your breath and wink at Dom. He laughs.
"Yeah... no." He replies smiling.
"Huh?! How could you think such a thing, Anna?!" Caroline says looking at you with disapproval. Jason chuckles and Elijah giggles.
"Lost... Caroline.... Lost." You try to get across to her while everyone else breaks into some form of chortle.
"Oh... right..." She says and takes the laughter like a pro. She doesn't usually care when that kind of thing happens. As long as it makes someone laugh, she's okay with it. Which is one reason you love her so much.
"So you've watched the show then, huh?" He asks you.
"Oh, yeah, just a little. I haven't really gotten around to watching more than a few episodes, but what I've seen has been pretty good..." You say, trying to redeem yourself at the end. Heh. Whoops. He smiles in return.
Soon after, a waiter arrives with a cart that has several dishes of food on it. Even how the plates are arranged on the cart is beautiful. And all the food looks absolutely delicious. "Your soup, madam."
After dinner and desert, you all talk for several hours until all of you (except for Jason, because he doesn't have jet lag anymore, and Billy, because he's hyper) start to yawn and decide to call it a night. Dom offers a ride to you girls and also to Jason, since he's staying at the same hotel him and the rest of the crew are.
As you walk out of the restaurant, a chilly breeze off the beach blows against your skin, sending goose bumps scurrying up and down your arms. You cross your arms for warmth and slide into the limo next to Jason. Everyone is still lightly chattering, but as the minutes pass, the limo begins to quite down, and the sound of heavier breathing and occasional sighs replace the once ebullient ambiance. As your eyes get heavier and your blinks become slower, you slide down and further into Jason. His arm that is now crumpled up between you and him slides behind you, and your head rests on his shoulder. You sigh heavily and slowly close your eyes.
Awhile later, you arrive back at your hotel. The limo slows to a lull and you rub your hands over your face to try and get yourself out of your dozing state. Curse you jet lag...
Erin is the first to get out, then Chelsea, Caroline, you, and last of all, Jason.
"Thanks so much for dinner and everything tonight, it was great and-" You start to say, rather sleepily.
"You're welcome. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" Jason asks.
"Um... I guess... I mean, if you're not busy or whatever." You reply uncertainly.
"Oh, yeah, right, I haven't told you yet. I've reserved a room for you at our hotel. I was hoping you guys could pack up and head over there tomorrow morning?" Jason tells you.
"Jason! You didn't have to do that! But... if you... INSIST..." Erin says, butting into your conversation. You laugh quietly as Jason looks at Erin with a estranged smile and a chuckle.
"Sure, we'd love that. What hotel is it, again?" You ask.
"Luxury Palms." he answers. You stand there for a second, blinking.
"Um, I'm sorry, what did you say?" You question, cocking your head to one side.
"Luxury Palms Resort." Jason repeats.
"Oh. Right." You say, trying to act normal (relevant to how you normally act, anyway). "Okay, well, see you tomorrow then, bye!" You tell him, hurriedly grabbing Erin, who grabs Caroline, who grabs Chelsea, and walking away.
"Bye..." He calls with a questioning air.
Once inside the your room, you have a sudden burst of energy and start bouncing around exclaiming, "That's where he's staying- WILLIAM MOSELEY IS STAYING THERE!!!" The three girls start jumping up and down, on the beds, and over your head as they realize what's happening.
"OH MY GOSH!!! OH- MY- GOSH!!! OHMIGOSHOHMIGOSHOHMIGOSH!" you repeat over and over again. Erin can't stop squealing and laughing, Chelsea's stuck giggling menacingly, and Caroline nearly faints.
"Okay- okayokayokayokay... okay... we... okay... um, OH MY GOSH. Ooooooh my gosh! Haha!!! Okay. Calming down. Calllming down." You say trying to catch your breath. Caroline, Erin, and Chelsea have started laughing at the irony.
"No, seriously, guys! Calm! Caaaaaaalm. See? I'm not laughing, cause it's really not funny!" You say, pause, but then crack up laughing again. "Hokay... okay... we need to get ready for bed. Remember, we're tired? And we have to get up tomorrow so we can move into our new hotel and... well... you know..." You say and raise an eyebrow. Erin, Chelsea, and Caroline all stop moving and laughing and gasp.
"TOMORROW'S THE DAY!!!" Erin screams.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll meet you, tomorrow... if only, a night awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!" Caroline sings. Chelsea goes into the bathroom, then stomps out pretending to be William Moseley.
"Guuuys, what are's you doing in my hotel room." she says in a really gay voice.
"We think you're really hot and have to meet you!!!" Erin says dramatically.
"Oh, wells, let me show my famous hair swoosh. *swoooooosh*" Chelsea mimics.
"Guys, he's not gay." You say, rolling your eyes.
"Oh, right." Chelsea agrees and goes back into the bathroom, this time stomping out like a surfer-dude with a lisp.
"Hey guys, what the heck are you doing in my hotel room? Here, wanna see my abs? I like, totally work out all the time."
"Ooooh my goodness. He's not an American version of Orlando Bloom either." you say shaking your head.
"Gossssssssh, this guy is hard to impersonate." Chelsea says like Napoleon Dynamite.
"Why don't we just wait and see what he's like in person!" Caroline tweets.
"Good idea!" You encourage and promptly force Chelsea into the bathroom to change and get ready for bed.
The next morning you wake up with your alarm, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You sit up and get out of bed in one quick motion, stumbling over to the dark hotel drapes. Throwing them open, floods of warm Jamaican light immerse the hotel room, saturating everything with a golden hue, like steeping green tea.
"Rise and shine!!!" You call out to the 2 girls sound asleep in bed. 'Wait... where's Erin?' Just then, Erin bursts in to the hotel room carrying muffins, coffee, tea, fruit, pecan swirls, and a variety of other breakfast yummies.
"Okay guys! Time for b-fast! Gotta get a good start to a great day!" She exclaims and sets everything down on the small dresser in front of the beds. Caroline bounces up and begins chowing down. Chelsea's a little slow, but after the initial haul out of bed she's up and going. There's a jittery exuberance in the air and a smile on your face.
You all get dressed and pack up quickly- you can't wait to see the most highly famed resort in Montego Bay- and stay there!
About an hour later (after all the packing, checking out, transport time, checking in, goofing off, etc.), you find yourselves rushing to find your room so you can explore the rest of the beautiful resort. On the way, you keep your eye out for any famous people that might be lingering about.
You open the door to your hotel room, revealing a massive, luxurious mini-apartment.
"Jason got us a suite? SWEET!" Chelsea calls, running into the room and checking everything out. You all follow pursuit and begin to explore your new living quarters. Jacuzzi, triple wide shower, 3 sinks, marble floors... huge, fluffy pillows atop a cushy bed of heavenliness, ooo, whole dining room set... frig... micro, oven, sink, cabinets... couches, chairs, flat screen... balcony! Of course... this is nice.. You think, pointing out just a few of the features. The phone rings.
"Hello?" You answer.
"Hey, so how do you like your room?" a man's voice speaks.
"Jason! It's amazing!!! You shouldn't have done all this, really!" You gratefully praise. He chuckles in response.
"I'm glad you like it. Now, if you guys aren't otherwise engaged, I need you to come up to my room at around 3."
"Uh, yeah, sure." You reply.
"Great! I'm in room 1708. I have meetings and such until then or else I'd ask you to come up before."
"That's okay. Looking forward to it though!"
"Me too. Bye!" Jason calls and you replace the phone on it's base.
"Who was that?" Caroline asks.
"Billy. He wants his cheesy pita back." You reply and look at her with raised eyebrows. "Did you take it?"
"Uh... what...?"
"It was Jason. We're meeting him in his room at 3." You say like, "Oh, come ON."
"Oh." Caroline responds.
"Don't you mean, 'I'm meeting him in his room at 3?'" Erin asks mischievously.
"No, I in fact, do not." You say and roll her off.
"Oh, whatever. Muscle boy definitely has some good qualities about him though... cash.. room service... resorts..." Erin says, obviously saying thanks to Jason in her own weird way.
"Muscle boy?" You ask, almost terrified of what she means.
"Yeah, muscle boy. You know, Jason." Chelsea clarifies.
"Guys! That's ridiculous! His name isn't muscle boy!" You laugh.
"Well, yeah, I guess your right... he's more of a muscle man." Caroline ponders.
"Aggggh!!!" You mumble and put your head in your hands. Chelsea, Erin, and Caroline all high five and wink at each other.
"Oh... my goodness. His name... is Jason." You say in exasperation.
"Oh.. riiiiight..." Chelsea teases in mock exaggeration. "Have you seen my beach ball? It was like.. THIS *poses to flex muscles* big and it went like... over THERE *poses to flex muscles*."
"Okay, guys, that's reeeally mature.." You start and laugh. Chelsea picks up the TV remote and flexes her muscles saying, "Ohh, look at these sexy muscles..." and breaks out into, "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy, it huuuuuurtsss..." Erin picks the melody up, bouncing around like an idiot... with muscles? "And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan. *strikes pose*" You stand there, dumbfounded as Erin exclaims in mock exasperation, "Oh drat... I can't out my arms to my sides."
"Know what my problem is?" Chelsea asks.
"Which one..." You mutter under your breath.
"These weights are too light."
"Ohhh... my... gosh.." You mumble out, watching Chelsea and Erin's little show.
"This is so.. evil..." Caroline says trying not to laugh... or cry.
"Ooohh.. look at me and my big man muscles... ooooh, yeah.." Chelsea continues.
"Hey, dude, do you work out?" Erin asks Chelsea.
"*kisses arm muscle* Never... I was born like this... *sticks fist in mouth while flexing*"
"OOooh, buuuurn, Orlando Bloom wall calender pose!" Erin says laughing. Chelsea makes a "manly" pose on the floor. "Hoyeah."
"Wow guys. Okay. I'm leaving now." You state and turn around to get out of the lime light for a few minutes.
"I wonder if Jason has a calender.." Caroline ponders.
"But wait! There's MORE!!!" Chelsea shouts.
"... cause I'd really like one if he does.." Caroline giggles, finishing her thought. Chelsea jumps in front of the door and rattles, "For only 5 easy payments of 9-99 ( *whispers* 99, 99, 99, 99) you too can buy the muscle boy workout videos... AND we'll through in a unitard for free! Act in the next 5 minutes and we'll throw in a tape of Chelsea and Erin's "I'm too sexy" dance workout!!!" while Erin sings, "Rejoice, rejoice, all though his brain is brief, for when the lard is eeeemptyyy she'll have a ton of beeeef!!!" from The Court Jester.
"BYE." You call and slam the door behind you. Giggles and laughter explode from behind the door, but you don't mind. You think it's funny in an annoying sort of way. The thing is, if it was any one of them, you'd be teasing right along. You're all just cruel like that.
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You spend the next half hour wandering around the resort. You find yourself, after deciding you're getting to warm to take a walk on the beach and not yet ready to go inside, dangling your feet in the cool, crisp water of the resorts posh swimming pool. You sigh heavily and your eyes blur a bit as you stare into the water and think about aggravations and stress you tried to leave at home. You wiggle your toes and swish your legs to and fro. Something about being at the beach is relaxing and freeing, yet at the same time your past is so ingrained in you it's hard to let go.
Lies.. rumours.. supposed friends... broken hearts... pain... obstacles... anger... hurt... no control...
'Life' never seems to stop. It sounds silly to say that- of course life never stops! But, this is different. Breathing shouldn't cease... blood pulsing through my veins shouldn't stop... but... shouldn't we get a break from all the stuff that exhausts us emotionally, physically, and spiritually? I feel so weak. So lost. Helpless. This moment is wonderful, this short excursion in the adventure of my life. But what about when I get back home? I'm a thousand miles away from all of it.. yet I still can't push it away. What you don't realize is that you've been bottling it all up. Not letting it out, not letting it show. No good cry in so long..
Warm, salty tears begin to slowly trickle down your sun-soaked face. They lightly plop in the chlorine water you're staring into, swirling down into the deep blue depths. You sniff as you put your hand to your face and close your eyes. Your face contorts involuntarily as your eyes bleed more tears. Not wanting to break into sobs, you bury your face in your hands and rest your elbows on your knees. Your body shakes when you can't hold it in any longer. Months of frustration pour out of your eyes.
A little while later, much to your surprise, a comforting arm finds it's way around your shoulders and pulls you closer. You try to hold your crying back.. causing erratic sniffles as you try to breath in, catching your breath, and wheezing in the short moment you exhale. You realize it it, in fact, Jason, as he kisses your head and holds you close. Great, now you have another reason to cry. Maybe it's a completely opposite reason, but still. He doesn't speak, just comfortingly embraces.
You pull away from him a bit, muttering, "I'm sorry... I really.. I'm sorry." and frantically wiping your eyes, trying to, yet again, push it all back and not let it out- especially not in front of Jason. He's busy, not time to deal with emotionally-unstable girls. You try to look away, but his fingers gently glide your chin back to looking at him.
"I canceled my lunch with Justin Bartha and Kirsten Dunst when I saw you out here crying." He says with a small smile and a little humour in his voice. You pitifully smile as teardrops still leak out of your eyes. "Thank you." You whisper. He gives a concerned look and only then do his steamy eyes become apparent. Aw, that's so cute!!! You unconsciencly giggle and then clear your throat as you shift on the cement, trying to hide your amusement/adoration.
"What?" Jason asks.
"Oh, uh, yeah, nothing. *ahem*" You reply. Jason looks at you, completely confused, but apparently enjoying your 'mysterious' nature (if you can call it that). Wow, he totally thinks I'm an emotional wreck. Crying one minute, then giggling the next. Oooooh my gosh.
YOU think you're an emotional wreck, for that matter. It's just.. Jason's face was so adorable..
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"Dive! Dive! All dive!" Erin calls to Caroline and Chelsea at the other end of the pool. You don't notice.. the pool is rather enormous. That is, until something brushes against your feet and you look down to see what it is. Swirls of purple, green, and black quickly escape the near vicinity. Hm.. that's odd.. You ignore the abnormalities of the minute, assuming it's just some little kids swimming around, and try to focus on saying something sane to Jason so he knows you're not going off the deep end. No pun intended. Just then you hear It Had to Be You being sung and peer over to see an entire orchestra/band thingy, seated in white outdoors chairs, and a man who's slowly moving in your direction. Is that... Harry... Connick Jr.? You think, then realize he's heading towards you. OH LORD. Your eyes pop out of your head as you slowly turn to Jason. "I-I-I- I had nothing to do with this, I swear."
He laughs. "No really, I'm serious." You reply as a little bit of water sprinkles over you. "Oh dear.." Jason says while frowning up at the sky, "I think it's starting to rain." He begins to slide his jacket off to hold over your heads, but you stop him by putting your arm in front of him. "Wait." You crane your neck in all directions, looking, looking, looking. Your eyes stop on a potted palm tree that is unnaturally shaking and moving closer to you. "Oh.. my.. gosh..." You stand up and more water is splashed on you. "It's not raining."
"Are you sure? Cause your shirt is looking pretty wet." Jason says, offering you his jacket.
"No, really, it's not raining." You reply, and a larger amount of water comes from behind the palm tree.
"I SAID, IT'S NOT RAINING!!!" You yell as an entire bucket of water is dumped on your head. You look to Jason and he's soaked too, looking around and up at the sky. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" At that moment, three figures jump in the water and begin a "romantic" synchronized swimming routine. You gawk, then turn your head as a rose brushes your cheek. You gasp in shock as Harry Connick hands Jason the rose, motions for him to give it to you, and gets down on a knee singing to you. Jason hands you the rose with a humorously confused look on his face. "Umm.. uh.." You give a devastated look of disbelief. You glance to the water and the swimming is very ornate and in time with the music and everything. They even have swim caps to match their bathing suits. You give another look- completely confused and disturbed- in the direction of the three other girls as they spit water up like fountains, make geometric shapes with their bodies, and dive off the side of the pool sideways like dominoes. Mr. Connick takes your hand, then puts it in Jason's, handing you an umbrella. You take it, half-glaring-half-scared-looking at Harry Connick dude. He takes your waste, sings in your ear, and pushes you closer to Jason. You stumble closer, quite unwillingly and awkwardly try to not stick Jason in the eye with the umbrella. Jason laughs in pity and chuckles confusedly in the direction of the pool. "What's going on?" You whisper to him. "I have no idea." He whispers back and laughs. You both watch in awe as the little "show" continues. In the all instrumental part, Connick goes to the edge of the pool and bends down. Erin, Chelsea, and Caroline swim to the edge and all "fawn" over him as he "flirts" and winks and such. You stare, guffawing, as they pretend to talk about Jason and you. Then he starts to sing again, walks toward you, and enthusiastically finishes the song. All the while, you stare at him dumbfounded- glancing to Jason and back. They all end in dramatic poses in your direction. (wait for the song to finish if it hasn't. Use your imagination. ;) )
You stand there, your mouth agape, not sure how to react. Your eyes shift from Jr. to Jason to the other girls in an alarmed fashion, then you hear Chelsea mumble through the side of her mouth as she tries to continue smiling, "Cue the bows- cue the bows!!!" Then all together, with some cue you must have completely missed, they all bow together and exit the pool area quietly. You're left standing right next to Jason, soaked and confused.
"That was... n't something you see everyday. Well, I do, but I mean... you know... Harry Connick and all, that was a new twist on their evil little scheme. I guess they were going for the romantic 'getting stuck in the rain' thing AND putting a soundtrack to it, except I don't have galoshes on and there's no rain.. or skyscrapers.. or bus stop... as a matter of fact, I do believe it's quite sunny out.." You ramble off, trying to make things less confusing and weird and... disturbing. You look back to Jason when he doesn't say anything.
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When you see his face, you're swept up in the moment. He looks at you with those sweet eyes and touches your cheek with a small smile. You give a cute sort of "aww.." face. He moves closer to you and you grin to the side as you tilt your head toward your shoulder in a bashful attempt to not giggle. He chuckles silently. "Bashful.. I think not." He talks quietly. You grin and exhale in laughter. He steps 'under' the umbrella that's resting on your shoulder. You're actually brave enough to peer into those eyes this time.. and are completely captivated. You know what they say- the eyes are the windows to the soul. Jason sighs and gives a small smile. You give a tiny smile back when-
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"JUST KISS HER ALREADY!!!" Chelsea yells from behind some bushes down the way. You gasp and look towards the shrubberies with a groan. Jason laughs, highly amused. "I'm going to KILL them..." You say and start to move away from Jason. He smiles. "Well, I have to get back, actually. Unfortunately." He says with a huff. You chuckle. "Well, send your luck with them.." You gesture in the directions of the other girls,"I will make them SUFFER..." Jason outright laughs.
"Don't do that! You have to admit it was kind of funny. And cute. And maybe a tad bit romantic." He says, pretending to plead with you to save their lives. You growl. "Come on.. they just did it because they love you.. and get a kick out of us." Jason says and gives a quirky grin. You roll your eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever." You reply. He laughs. "Okay, see you at 3." He says, kisses your forehead, and walks away. You jog over to the other girls.
"Okay... what was THAT?!" you exclaim.
"Nothing! We had nothing to do with any of it!" Caroline states with her head held high.
"OH, you had nothing to do with it when you were the ones synchronized swimming, soaking me with water, and flirting with Harry Connick Jr.?!"
"Well... except for those parts.." Caroline says, shifting her eyes.
"What the heck was it supposed to be? A weird way of trying to get me to kiss Jason?!" You ask, exasperated.
"Of course not!" Erin pipes. You glare at her.
"Well.. maybe.. but it would have worked if Chelsea hadn't said anything!" She says and glares at Chelsea.
"Well, technically he did, just not on the lips." Caroline observes. You cut her off, "You GUYS! Seriously! That was so... disturbing!"
"But effective." Erin grins smugly.
"IRRRG!" You growl and stomp away. Chelsea, Erin, and Caroline all bust in to giggles, high fives, and fist bumps.
They drag you into the coffee shop of the resort and introduce you to "Mr. Cookie."
"We even had him warmed up for you so his chocolate chips are nice and gooey!" Caroline squeaks. Chelsea busts into fits of laughter.
"Pervert.." Caroline mumbles.
"And we'll let you have him if you promise not to be mad at us." Erin says and grins cheekily. You sigh angrily and look at the cookie, then at them, then back at the cookie.
"Fine." You say shortly and roll your eyes as Erin comes up chattering and puts her arm around you, leading you to a chair.
Later, after much discussion, you all agree...
"So we go up to the front desk and ask for Mr. Teacup's room number. Right?" Chelsea affirms.
"Right." Erin replies.
"Guyysss!! What if something goes wrong?" Caroline whines.
"Everything will be fiiiiine..." You reassure. "Now let's get a move on."
You all get up from your cozy seats, throw your trash away, and start to move towards the front desk.
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