Mr. Teacup's Window Washers

Finally

2009-12-07T20:54:00.001-08:00

Yes, I know it has been way to long since I last posted, but my life has been uber crazy. I could never imagine stopping the story completely though, so rest assured that even though you don't hear from me but every once in a while, I'm still working on the story here and there when I have time. :) Big thanks to Erin, Chelsea, and Caroline who all contributed in some way to episode 28.. they're great! Hope you all enjoy. Cheers!

Anna

Mr. Teacup's Window Washers Episode: 28 (A William Moseley, Skandar Keynes, and LOTR Cast Story)

2009-12-07T20:33:00.000-08:00

Yet another piece of comical genius..

You turn your head towards the window as your eyes flutter awake.. the sound of rain patters against the bedroom's balcony, hitting the sliding door and trickling down. After a few minutes of watching the rain gently tumble down, you turn your head back to see Chelsea still sleeping, then slip out of bed. You walk over to the glass door and peer out as the rain gets a little harder and the wind picks up, making the palm trees dance. 'Mmm.. what a cozy day.' you think. It's not exactly beach-perfect weather, but rainy days can be fun. Especially when you have a good movie to watch or huge resort to reek havoc in.

After stumbling around grabbing some clothes and toiletries, you make your way into the bathroom and take a quick shower, putting on some makeup and letting your hair dry naturally afterwards. Because of the humidity, it curls up at the ends and your bangs turn into little spirals framing your face. You pull some back with bobby pins, but leave a few 'twirls' to soften your look. When you step out into the living room area, you see Erin tucked down in a couch next to the glass door to the main balcony reading a book. She looks up when she hears you walk in and says, “Good morning.” You smile back and reply the same, then continue, “I thought I'd go down to the breakfast place.. I have a hankering for chocolate chip pancakes. Want to come?”

“No thanks.” Erin responds, “I already grabbed some breakfast with Elijah and I'm at a climatic part of the book.. I don't think I can stop.” You laugh an, “Okay.” and turn around to slide your white flats on and grab your hotel key off the counter. “See you in a few.” you say quietly and slip out the door.

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Once down at the breakfast restaurant, you ask to be seated near a window looking into the main lobby. You decide to treat yourself to 2 percent milk with your pancakes and ask for extra whipping cream and strawberries. Your food comes a little while later, after you've had time to people watch and spot several famous people. You savor your pancakes as you eat them, enjoying the quite of being alone, but the energy of watching people bustle along. The rain outside casts a laid back feeling on the day, though, and you sink back into the booth after you're happily full. Just as you're thinking you could use some coffee, Jason comes into view through the window. You see him shaking hands with a long blond haired man and talking as he nods his head, obviously wrapping up whatever conversation or meeting he was having with the man. As he turns to walk away, he spots you in the restaurant window and waves. You smile and give a short wave back. As he makes his way towards the restaurant, he sees another guy he knows and pats the side of his shoulder as he shakes his hand. As he says a few words to the guy before walking on, you realize it's Rupert Grint and give a little laugh to yourself, remembering one time when Chelsea and yourself had spent an entire evening watching interviews of him. Which is actually rather random, considering you've never actually seen all the Harry Potter movies and aren't really a raving fan or anything like that.

Jason fumbles around in his pocket and brings up his cellphone to answer a call, stopping 20 feet or so from the restaurant window. He looks at you as he says, “Hello?” then motions an up signal to you with his finger and furrows his brow. You nod and begin to gather your things. He hustles off in another direction and your make your way to the elevator.

The elevator ride is slow, stopping many times, but you enjoy the smells each floor brings. Fresh roasted coffee beans, cleaning chemicals, the staple resort smell, potent perfume.. that weird guy on the 12^th floor..

Finally you reach the 17^th floor, and step out of the elevator into the cool hallway. You linger by a window for a few moments, entranced by the rain and the way it changes the whole look of the resort, then continue on towards Jason's room. You gently rap on the door and wait for a moment, but when he doesn't answer you assume he hasn't made it up quite yet. So instead you walk further down the hall to a roof top garden and step outside underneath the awning. The cool mist from the pattering rain touches your face and you smile, refreshed.

“Hello.”

You jump back a bit and turn to see Will standing beside you with his hands in his pockets.

“Were you out here when I stepped out?” You ask slightly laughing to yourself. Will gives a small smile and responds affirmatively. “Oh. Obviously I'm really aware of my surroundings then.” you say and raise your eyebrows at yourself, feeling a little awkward.

“Would you like to sit down?” Will asks and motions with his shoulder to a covered bench nestled into a tree a little further into the garden. “Uh, sure.” You reply. It starts to rain a little harder and you sigh an, “Ohh drat. 1.. 2.. 3!” to queue yourself to run. Will quietly chuckles and jogs to the bench with you. You laugh when you get there and run a hand through your damp hair as you sit down. For a moment Will doesn't sit. “It's really beautiful here, isn't it?” he rhetorically asks in reference to the ocean.

“Yeah.” you reply as he then sits down on the wooden bench. “I'm really not even sure what to say about yesterday..” you say sheepishly and look up at him. He laughs.

“Don't worry about it. In retrospect I think it's rather amusing. And kind of flattering.” he says.. the last part rather smugly.

“Well, now don't get any ideas! It wasn't really about you.” You reply getting easily worked up about his comment. Will does his cheeky little high pitched laugh and looks down as he says, “Right.” You stare at him for a second, thinking about if you should be truthful or not. Honesty is not the best policy- honesty isn't the best policy!!! ACK, okay fine, honesty is the best policy. “Okay, so maybe it was kind of about you.. but it was about William Moseley as someone we'd never actually know.. not someone I'd eventually work with. Which makes things really weird. And awkward.”

“Well I'll try not to let it get to my head.. or bring it up too much on set. I mean, once a day isn't too much, is it? But by then you'll probably have done something else completely insane that I'll have to mention instead.. either that or you'll find out something immensely embarrassing about me and have that to threaten me with. How much do you know about pine nuts?” Will replies. Your eyes grow big and full of worry until he smirks and says, “I'm just kidding.” in a silly 'I'm-teasing-you' sort of way. You sigh in relief, starting to realize that he may be just as crazy as the lot of you (Erin, Chelsea, or your father. Er, I mean 'and Caroline'). “Oh.” you nod your head slowly.

“I'm really not some stuck up movie actor or anything like that so you can relax.. I mean if you take the part we'll be spending a lot of time together, so I thought maybe we see how things would be if that happened.. so if you want to relax a bit.. I'm fine with it.” he says sweetly. You “Awww!!”on the inside and try to make yourself feel less awkward and nervous.. it's just William Moseley. OH MY GOSH WILLIAM MOSELEY!! *ahem* Okay, self, keep it together. Calm. Mmhmm.. that's it. You smile. “I'm trying. It's a little weird talking to a famous actor from one of your favorite movies though.. I'm not gonna lie.”

Will chuckles, “I'm really not all that special. I'm just sort of a normal guy whose been thrown into a very surreal world.”

“I guess you're right. You do have a very cheesy smile and a very apparent lack of brains.”

“I'm sorry, what??” Will asks, a little shocked.

“Oh, uh, nothing. It was just sort of a.. joke..” You answer. It's really weird talking to the person who's the butt of a lot of your jokes (and by that I mean you have a lot of personal jokes about him) with Erin, Chelsea, and Caroline.

“Well, as with most fan girls-”

“I'm not a fan girl!” you exclaim.

“I didn't say you were! That was bad terminology, sorry. You hardly seem like a fan girl. My apologies.”

“Apology accepted.” you purse your lips together, a little on the kidding side. Will smiles and continues.

“What I mean to say is it's sort of weird for me because I feel like you know a lot more about me than I know about you. I mean that's sort of how it works with being an actor.”

“Oh right right, I understand.” You nod, but think 'Oh my stars.. this is soooo cliché..' You continue anyway. “Well, let me see.. I'm not nearly as interesting as I hope to be, but I'll try to think of some random things about myself so you don't feel so weirded out. Um, I have three siblings- Chelsea, who was actually adopted from England, Jonathan, and Matt. Chelsea's the same age as me and Jonathan and Matthew are both younger. 17 and 11, respectively.”

“Oh so you're the oldest! So am I.” Will exclaims.

“Oh, cool. I actually already knew that...” you say, then blurt, “-buuut that probably weirds you out more and I don't know why I just told you that, uh, so anyway, moving on.. Chelsea is one of my best friends, as well as Caroline and Erin. We're all pretty close, if you couldn't tell. We hail from a smallish town where we never thought Jason would ever show up. Not that we knew who he was at the time. Annnnd.. we ended up meeting Billy Boyd, Dom Monaghan, and Elijah Wood at Busch Gardens a few days ago.. really random. Anyway, more about me.. umm.. I use Aussie shampoo and conditioner and love wild cherries?” you giggle. “OHH I have a cat named Oreo who is the bestest cat in the whole wide world-” you continue, saying 'world' in sort of a New Jersey-ish accent (whaeyuld.. kind of). This reminds you of Will's “Cwafee and a mwuffen” interview and you begin to laugh. (Check it out here if you haven't seen it already.. it's short, but funny. :D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLmTdEM5QUI)

“What?” he asks.

“Oh, uh, nothing.” you say and look to the side, quietly chuckling to yourself. It's ironic that half the stuff you're reminded of and laugh at reminds you of interviews and special features of the person you're now actually talking to face-to-face. So ironic.

“Well you sound much more interesting than you give yourself credit for. I look forward to getting to know you better. Any decision on taking the part or not yet?” he asks.

“I know I'd really like to, but I have to talk about it with my parents when I get home. I'd always sort of planned on doing the music thing, but I really enjoy acting too, so, yeah, I don't know. What about you?” you reply.

“I'm fairly certain I will, but there are still some things I need to sort out and double check on. I already talked to my agent and such earlier today.”

You nod your head.

The smell of hibiscus is pungent and as you look up you realize the tree is actually very large hibiscus plant with brilliant coral flowers gently being beat down by the rain and bouncing back up again. You smile as you turn to Will (hibiscus is one of your favorites) and he gets a very serious look on his face. He leans forward slightly with an intensity in his eyes you weren't expecting. You can't help but stare back, but it gets steadily more whimsical and weird (and awkward) as he says, “Anna?..” in a way that his soothing, British voice delves into the depths of your soul. Just as you're about to respond with a hesitant, “Yes?”, Jason's questions, “Will?” and steps out in front of the both of you. You look up, shocked, waiting to see what will happen. Oh my gosh please don't sock him- I don't think he meant anything by it!! you think, trying to telepathically calm Jason's nerves.

“What do you think?” Will asks Jason. What do you mean what does he think??

“I think you have great chemistry.” Jason replies, satisfied. What's going on here?

“Me too.. you're good.” Will agrees. What do you mean he's good?

“Thanks, but it's hard not to have chemistry with this babe.” Jason chuckles, takes your hand, and spins you up into his arms. You smile and he pecks you on the cheek. Will stands up.

“Well, I guess I'll leave you guys to it.” he says and smiles. You can't help but notice a little bit of hurt in his eyes. You suspect he must have just gotten out of a relationship or something like that and feel kind of bad. You also feel a little awkward because of the way Jason's holding you after the way Will made you feel in that split second of hesitation.

“It was nice talking.” you say, your eyes probably showing confusion.

“Yeah, you too. See you all later.” Will says as a farewell and runs to the awning covered door. You watch him disappear inside the resort before turning to Jason again, still in his arms.

“How are you?” you ask, trying not to look nervous.

“Quite well, and you?” he responds, his eyes dancing.

“Um.. I'm getting wet.” you say looking up at the gray sky.

“Oh, right.” Jason says. He takes your hand and you both run to the door as well.

Once inside, you try to shake off what's going on inside your head by asking him what that whole thing was about and find out that Will was testing the chemistry between the two of you since, if you take the part, you will be playing the lead roles in Another Rain and will have romantic interest. In the movie, that is.

“Ohh.. right.” You nod as Jason slides his hotel key in the door.

“You didn't actually think he was serious?” He asks, pausing in the doorway. You give a nervous laugh.

“Pssh, no. Of course not.” You say and shake your head. Jason rolls his eyes and puts his hand on your lower back to lead you into the hotel room.

“So what have you been up to today?” you ask as you glance at some papers on a table near the kitchen and Jason rummages in his refrigerator for something to drink.

“Oh, lots of meetings and things. I ran into Hugh Grant and we talked about an upcoming movie he's being considered for. He said he's seen the script and would love to do it, depending on the leading actress and if they'll take him. He's a really fun guy though, so it was good to catch up with him. I also talked to Andrew Adamson about the next Narnia movie since he won't be directing it.. he'll still have a part in the process, but since he's been 'in Narnia' twice I thought I'd talk with him about ideas and what advice he can give me and such. I had a lot of fun working for the last film, so I'm excited about the next one.”

'Hugh Grant? Andrew Adamson? Oh my word.. this is like.. wow. I guess Andrew's the one he was saying goodbye to when I saw him earlier then.'

You nod your head, still looking down and glancing through brochures and stuff, trying not to look completely shocked, which in turn makes you look a little uncomfortable. Um, hello, your freaking boyfriend knows all these famous people. Besides, you just got swept off your feet by William Moseley. More or less.

“Does it bother you?” Jason asks, reading your expression.

“Huh?” You look up, breaking your daze from your own little world.

“My job.. does it bother you?” Jason asks, concerned.

“Oh, um, no, not really. I think it's really cool, actually.” You respond and try to give a smile in his direction, despite the random nagging you still feel about Will. When you look up at him, though, you realize he knows something is up and you try to change the subject by turning around and walking towards the TV and saying, “Hey! We should see what's on.. Chelsea said Britain's Got Talent was starting early this year! Man oh man, that show is awesome.” You begin to ramble, plopping down on the couch with the remote. “Do you think they get it here? Simon Cowell, wow, that guy needs to take a chill pill. Well, not really actually, I actually think he's pretty cool. Except for his hair cut, sheesh! That thing is horrible. What do you-”

“Anna-” Jason stops you and kneels down in front of the couch. “Anna, slow down. First of all, Britain's Got Talent doesn't start until the spring. Secondly, what's wrong?”

“Nothing! I mean like.. except for the fact that you're blocking the TV.” you respond, not making much eye contact. Jason looks back at the huge flat screen television on the wall, then back at you with raised brows.

“Well.. you're kinda blocking it..” you say, looking down. Jason gently glides your face back towards him and you find yourself looking into those irresistible eyes again.

“Anna.” he says again, calming your mind and melting your heart. “I know something is wrong.” He takes your hands and brushes his thumbs over them, looking at them almost with inspection, as if he's trying to formulate what he's going to say next. For a moment you feel like a confused child lost in a supermarket being consoled by a friendly security guard. Except the key that Jason holds is one to your heart, not to the frozen meat display.

“This life.. it's not normal. I can't.. give you a normal life.” he begins apparently thinking this all has to do with his job and obviously pained and troubled by what he's saying. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to settle down and have a family.. or even to be an actor and have breaks in between movies. But what I do.. it never stops. And I can see how that would be alarming.” he stumbles out, then looks back up at you. “I knew we'd have to have this conversation.. I didn't think it'd be quite so soon, but I knew it was coming. Things are different with me, and I know that.”

You slowly slide down to the floor beside him and try to stop him with a, “Actually, it's not really about tha-” but the look he gives you takes away all the thoughts in your head, silencing you so he can continue. You wonder if he meant to do that or if he's blissfully ignorant of the power he has over you. Sheesh. He's like Superman.

“But.. I also know that.. I love you..” he says and meets your eyes once again. “So much.” (Ahh! Anakin flashback! Oh, sorry, back to the story.)

You swallow hard. You weren't exactly prepared for this. I mean, you were just having a teenage obsession over William Moseley, for heaven's sake.

Without warning, he scoops you up and onto the couch, this time leaning over you.

“But, I want you to know that if it meant being with you the rest of my life, I'd leave all of this in a heartbeat.”

His nearness and intensity make your heart beat faster. Without thinking, you whisper the first thing that pops into your mind.

“Jason.. sometimes I think you're too perfect..”

He smiles, then leans down and kisses you. You freak out at first.. you've never kissed anyone in your entire life.. you don't even know HOW to kiss. Kissing? What's that? Pssh, they do it in movies. But this isn't a movie. This is real. And cheese is just oozing from my brain right now. Ohh, sorry, anyway, yes, it's real! Just as the weird freaky awkwardness you're feeling is wearing off and you're actually enjoying the kiss (fancy that) there's a series of loud, rapid fire knocks on Jason's door. Jason steels one last glance into your eyes before making his way to the door. You're left sitting on the couch feeling even more confused and unsure than before.

“HOWDY!!” Chelsea bursts. “Is Anna here? She wasn't in the restaurant anymore, so we figured this was the best place to look. Hey.. nice biceps. I never noticed you were so... fit.” An eruption of laughter explodes at the door. You cover your face with a pillow as Chelsea, Caroline, and Erin stomp in and begin zooming around the room like airplanes. Dom shortly follows and pretends to shoot Chelsea down with a machine gun. “Gotcha.” he says and winks in her direction. As she falls to the floor in howling pain, Dom rushes over, now pretending to be an American Red Cross worker, and begins addressing her wounds.

“Here, let me.. examine.. you.” he kids.

“My lips hurt real bad.. maybe you could kiss them better?” Chelsea starts, but Caroline freaks out and covers her with a random sheet and declares, “No kissing necessary! She's.. she's gone. *sniffle* Gentlemen (and ladies), let us give 5 seconds to remind her by.. 5... 4... 3... 2...”

“I have come back.. to LIFE!!” Chelsea exclaims like the Egyptian lord dude from Night at the Museum 2, throwing the sheet off. Elijah 'hooray!''s as he walks in the door and Erin flits over to greet him. At this point you have tried to peer over the pillow and observe the madness, but have fallen back into the couch with embarrassment. The next thing you see is Jason hovering over you, lightly chuckling.

“You seriously think this is funny?” you ask, your cheeks a little red with embarrassment. I mean, hello, you just KISSED JASON and now your friends are acting like complete morons, which, granted, isn't abnormal, but still.. they kind of ruined the moment, I mean seriously.

“It's exciting, at least. Never a dull moment.” Jason replies and pulls you off the couch. “Who's up for indoor croquet?” he calls to the people zooming about the hotel room. Several, “Ooo pick me- pick me!!” and “Me me me me me me me me!!!”'s are heard and Jason takes your hand to lead you out the door. Then he looks at you with the spark in his eye that makes you have shivers of happiness and says, “To Neverland, my Wendy?” You practically swoon. “Only if I can have another thimble.” you reply cheesily. Jason grins widely before leading the parade out of his hotel room.

(Stop I Want Candy)

On the way to Ballroom C, where Dom suggested you play since he had previously rented that room for a pickle snorting competition which fell through since they only had bread and butter pickles in Jamaica and his sole competitor, Viggo Mortensen, refused to compete with anything but dill, you give Erin, Chelsea, and Caroline glances and signals that you needed to talk. NOW. They all, of course, quickly understand and upon arrival, Erin declares, “I need to go to the ladies room.” As we all know, that is code for indirectly calling a bathroom conference. You all murmur in agreement and hustle to the nearest bathroom.

“You used the THIMBLE LINE??” Chelsea exclaims as you finish up your explanation of the morning.

“Well.. yes..” You reply sheepishly.

“I think it's sooo romantical!” Caroline chimes.

“I thought we agreed the thimble line is frickin' CHEESY!” Chelsea continues.

“But it was so romantical!” Caroline argues.

“Guys, guys, stop it. Obviously she's confused, so stop bickering about whether it was cheesy or romantical.” Erin scolds.

“Personally I think it was sort of both.. actually..” You add.

“Wait wait wait. You thought something was romantic?” Caroline says, getting all serious.

“Maybe..” You hint.

“OH MY GOSH GUYS.. this is serious!” She exclaims, grabbing hold of the fluffy armrests of the chairs in the sitting area of the posh bathroom.

“Keep a level head, here, Caroline. I'm sure it's not as bad as it sounds. I mean can a silly teenage obsession and fluttering heart for William Moseley really effect your ardent adoration for the ever amazing Jason?” Erin consoles. Chelsea and Caroline both reply with a huge, “YES.”

“Stop it guys, you're not helping.” You say, looking to the side.

“Aww, don't let it get you down.” Caroline tries to comfort, patting your knee. “I mean, where would I be without your psychological help? I've had many problems like this before and you always were able to help me figure it out! Granted they were in like.. eighth grade about boys who later turned out to be creeps and not two dashingly handsome knights in shining armor, but still!! You are my personal psychiatrist- I'm sure you'll figure it out.”

You sigh in her direction. “Thanks Caroline.”

“Well, the obvious approach is to dump Jason and ride off into the sunset with Billy!” Chelsea informs.

“Wait, what??” You ask, giving her a double take. Erin snorts a laugh before getting serious again.

“I think you should be honest with Jason AND Will. Well, maybe not. That would be way too awkward. ... I think that you really love Jason, but because of silliness about Will in the past, seeing him now makes things kind of.. whimsical. And maybe you're tricking yourself into thinking you like him and you really don't. Or maybe you do like him some, but you don't love him like Jason. You haven't known him long enough. In fact.. you've only really had that one conversation with him. Ever.” she says.

You think about that thought for a moment. Maybe that's it. It makes sense, right? Will was intentionally trying to make you feel that way- to see if you would have chemistry on screen. That's all. And you responded, which is good since you'll probably be taking the part. So it was all natural, right? Wouldn't Jason want that response from you? I mean, he is the one who cast you both in those parts..

“I think I've got it figured out, thanks guys.” You smile. Erin's wisdom was quite needed. For being such a stupid head at times, she definitely could dish out the advice.

Meanwhile, in Ballroom C...

“I don't know, guys, something's wrong and she won't tell me what it is. It concerns me. I don't like seeing her upset.” Jason speaks to the other guys as he mounts some croquet hoops onto the floor.

“I find that if I just sit back and let the ladies fall on me a solution to the problem presents itself.” Dom advises. Elijah rolls his eyes.

“Obviously the only approach is to do background checks on her friends and family. You know what they say, eight out of ten attacks are from the circle of closets friends and family. Or is it from behind?” Elijah babbles. Just when Jason looks over to him in confusion, a voice speaks at the entrance of the room.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, Skandar, come on in.” Jason welcomes.

“Hey.. I heard you guys were playing and I thought I'd join you. Is Cinderel- I mean Caroline- here yet?”

“Not yet, but I'm sure she'll be arriving soon. The ladies went to freshen up.” Jason says and smiles at Skandar's eagerness as he continues making the croquet course.

“Sweet. Is there anything I can help with?” Skandar asks.

“Sure.. take some of these hoops and connect that line over there to the ending. You can decide on how much crazy stuff you want to do. Dom's already spelled out, 'I love you Chelsea' over there. .. Not sure how easy that's going to be to play..”

“It's called the crazy hard Chelsea course of PASSION!!” he exclaims from across the ballroom. Jason and Skandar share an amused and slightly awkward glance.

“Don't you mean doom?” Elijah questions.

“Hey guys! We're back!” you strut proudly into the ballroom. You've figured things out.. or at least you're making yourself to believe that for now. Until you've had more time with Jason, there's no way to be completely sure. But you compensate for your insecurities by pretending like you have none. In fact you pretend quite the opposite. You walk over to Jason.

“Wow, the course looks great.” You smile. He stands up next to you, wiping his hands together.

“You think so?” he asks.

“Definitely.” You say and give him a flirty glance.

“Problems, eh?” Dom walks by and mumbles. Jason jabs him in the side with his elbow.

“Well, I think it's wonderful, despite what Dom says about it having problems.” You kid, then strut away from him and wink over your shoulder. Erin glances over and realized Jason's confused face as he looks at you.

“UhhhHHH- Anna! Wow, I have got a really bad hang nail.. could you come help me.. chop it off?” she says and adds a nervous laugh at the end. Elijah gasps and runs over to her, picks up her outstretched hand and starts studying it in concern.

“You probably shouldn't cut it off, I mean that could be potentially dangerous! You might chop off your nail, or your beautiful finger, or your hea-!”

“Elijah! Quit it! I don't actually have a hang nail!” Erin hisses and pushes him out of the way. Elijah's huge, blue eyes droop momentarily, but brighten in relief as you walk too eagerly over to Erin and give Elijah a glance of, “You are so weird and protective.. but I think it's hilarious. ”

“What?? Did I do something wrong? Is it too obvious?!” You frantically whisper to her.

“Well.. just a little. I think he can tell something is wrong because you're being so.. friendly.” Erin informs you.

“Oh.. okay. Hey, don't we need to.. uh.. Caroline? Are you okay?” You ask, concerned at her nails digging into her crossed arms as she surveys the premises with a sickened look.

“Uhhmm! Are you guys sure this is allowed? I mean.. we're kind of defacing public property..” Caroline asks, starting to get a little stressed out. Okay.. a lot stressed out.

You look over to the big blow-up obstacle course that Elijah is blowing up and taping croquet hoops to, then glance the other way to see Dom making duct tape creations on the floor and underbrush sculptures that vaguely resemble Chelsea. Skandar walks over and puts his arm around Caroline.

“Well..” Erin tries to comfort, “It's not really defacing public property.. I mean.. the hotel is privately owned..”

“Yeah!” You continue, “And it's not really defacing.. I mean we can clean it all up when we're done- it's not permanent.”

“But are you sure it's allowed?” Caroline says, slightly consoled, but still hesitant. Then Dom buts in.

“Probably not. But we're cotton-headed-ninnimuggins movie stars, so people don't really care.. Hey.. you know what I need to top this off? A necktie to tie around my forehead and some really ugly sunglasses.”

“Hey! I'll help you find an ugly tie! I think I saw one in the gift shop!” Chelsea exclaims.

All in an instant you are whisked away back out into the lobby area and once you find your footing and stop spinning around in circles with people whooshing by you in different directions, you just catch a glance of Dom and Chelsea running off toward the gift shop, then settle your gaze on Caroline and Skandar who are staring adoringly into each others eyes and being rather sappily romantic.

“Adorable, aren't they?” Erin says, walking up to you. You glance at her and share a smirk. Just when you're about to say something about Caroline Keynes and what a cool name it is and how it would look great embroidered on a stocking, Dom and Chelsea zoom by again. Never a dull moment.

“By the way,” Dom says over his shoulder, “Elijah's in there trying to keep an eye on Billy.. he might like some company.” He tries to wink, but gets yanked off by Chelsea.

“So I guess Billy decided to join us as well.” You say to Erin as Caroline walks up and Skandar goes into the coffee shop.

“I like croquet! It's a nice quiet game,” Caroline smiles, “and Skandar plays it.. but.. not very well..” A small giggle pops out of her heart.

“Somehow I don't think Billy plays it 'quietly'” you retort.

“I think it sounds like fun!” Erin exclaims, grabs Caroline's hand, and runs off whispering.

“Guys, Billy can get quite-” you start to say, but soon find yourself talking to air as Erin and Chelsea walk sedately back to the ballroom and wave as they pass through the huge mahogany doors. Oh my lanta.

Soon after, Jason walks up.

“Why hello. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find a most charming young lady with red hair, would you?” he says as if he doesn't know who you are or what awkwardness has been happening between you.

“Well, I don't know about the charming part, but, unless you've gone color blind within the last 10 minutes, you should know you don't need to be searching for that red head anymore.. you're looking at her.” you reply.

“And what a pretty sight she is.” he says and gives a small smile. Your cheesometer starts freaking out, but you can't help but nearly faint with his adorableness.

“Are you alone?” he asks, being a little silly.

“Well.. I wasn't, but I seem to have lost my entire party of fellow havoc reakers to other diversions." You answer.

"Really?"

"Yes. Ugly-tie hunting and croquet in the big ballroom of the hotel.. apparently." you reply, playing along. Jason looks quizzical but amused, and pretends to be oblivious.

"Well, that sounds... exciting. I'm going to assume some of the guys are involved in this. As nut- (oops) sweet as your friends are I doubt they'd be hunting for ugly ties of their own accord." He half grins.

"Um.. yeah, sure.. they'd never do something like that.." you cover for them stumblingly.

He smiles a little knowing smile and you give a shy laugh.

"Well, unless you promised them a Jamba Juice, maybe." You decided not to share the story of how the girls had actually gone in search of ugly ties last summer and tried to make a hammock of them... it didn't work out so well. But they worked great when the girls decided to tie them around their heads and wander the mall pretending like they didn't speak English. Yeah..

"Hey,” Jason rebuts, “You forget I work with Billy and Dom. I can't even talk about half their schemes in public places." You both laugh. What a relief! A fellow normal human who enjoyed sharing the strange but always exciting company of affectionate nut house escapees. You look thankfully into Jason's eyes and he stops laughing to grin and put one arm gently around you. "Despite whatever is bothering you, I want you to know I think you're- you're.. well, so amazing that you render me speechless,” he winks, “and I love you very much.”

You thankfully and affectionately sigh and lean into him. Things are becoming clearer.. but it still kind of feels like you've been playing a dark, rainy Nancy Drew computer game for 24 hours straight and have had only cookies to eat for meals- strange and disorienting.. but oddly enjoyable.

“Shall we go check on them?" Jason asks, breaking the moment.

You gave a half-exasperated grin. "I think we'd better, before the fire department shows up.” You laugh, relieved, but itching to get back with Caroline, Chelsea, and Erin.

"Brilliant brilliant brilliant I tell you! Genius I say!" A barely suppressed giggle of sheer delight.. and maybe a little evilness.. and a LOT of mischief.. come from a stand of potted plants across the lobby doors.

"Heeeey, good one!" Two sneaky-looking figures wearing extremely ugly ties around their foreheads give a quiet high five from their hiding place.

"Chelsea, you are an evil mastermind," Dom says with a look of loving awe.

"No, you're the one who thought of the croquet game! That was so fiendishly clever!" Chelsea says adoringly.

“Actually Jason did.. but that's not the point. I'm sure deep down within your evil heart you thought, 'Hey.. we should plan a game of croquet IN the resort and get all the other couple alone so they can make mischief!'”

They argue passionately about who is more evil for several more seconds before returning to giggling and gloating with happy delight as Anna and Jason talk and laugh for a few more minutes by the lobby doors.

"Oh look, they're going in the ballroom! Quick, let's go warn Erin and Elijah!" Chelsea whispers.

Dom grins mischievously. "Oh I dunno.. it might be fun to watch them too..."

Chelsea giggles "Aww, this is going to be so cute! And evil!"

Dom grins and suddenly kisses Chelsea. They both look kind of shocked for a minute.

"Er.. sorry.. I couldn't resist you.. you just looked so fiendish. and.. pretty." Oh lanta..

They just squat there for a minute, then suddenly burst out in giggles. "Oh my goodness.. we're falling victim to our own plan!" Chelsea giggles helplessly.

"Hey.. you don't think maybe Erin and Elijah and Billy were trying to get us alone together do you?" Chelsea and Dom's eyes grow wide and Chelsea gasps.” Little double agents! And they look so innocent too - I never suspected!" Chelsea says, wondering at the evilness of it all.

“If they did.." Dom looks threatening.. ".. we should buy them all ice cream later!" Dom and Chelsea laugh and dash down the hall for a side door, ugly ties streaming behind them..

A few minutes later you are all back in the ballroom preparing to start your game. Billy, whose version you've never heard before, is explaining the rules while Elijah tries to illustrate beside him by hopping around hoops like a beaver and balancing a mango on his mallet, etc. Billy swears it's how you play “European Croquet.” You glance over to Caroline and Erin and exchange looks of worry and amusement when all of the sudden Dom and Chelsea burst in the room from the other side and start yelling like barbarians who are taking over the world. Dom clambers up the side of the blow up obstacle course and exclaims, “I take this territory for the land of Chel-see-a!” and Chelsea starts bellowing “Anthem” from Chess (you should go look it up.. the Josh Groban one. Beautiful song! But.. probably not when Chelsea sings it in this setting. Hahahha..) from her perch in the stacks of chairs that have been made into a tunnel by Billy. You stand with a blank look on your face for a minute, shocked, then have an epic *facepalm* moment.

The game proves to be interesting since Billy insists on enforcing his rules.

"Elijah! How maneh times! Ya can't go through 'ta second wicket til yee've declared an imaginary holiday from the eighth wicket. While hopping on one foot! HOP! What are ya doing? Ya said you KNEW how to play croquet!" he says.

Erin looks confused as she leans on her mallet and ponders. "I don't remember croquet being this complicated!” she thinks aloud.

Elijah nearly falls over as he hops on his shoelace. "Wow, European croquet is so involved. Are you sure you remember the rules correctly?"

"Of course I do." Billy smiles charmingly. "Declare your holiday."

Elijah hops thoughtfully. "Um.. I declare this to be.. Furry Green Hat Day." He grins shyly at Erin.

"That's the best holiday ever!" Erin laughs delightedly and gives Elijah a shy smile.

Billy looks upward in exasperation. "Lij!!"

Elijah turns around in surprise. What?"

Billy looks patient. "You just declared an unpolitically correct holiday, completely forgetting to make amends for color-blind people. Also people who have had their fingers cut off in tragic accidents. Not to mention headless horsemen!"

Elijah grins half sheepish, half mischievous. "Sorry Billy, we're Americans. Always being insensitive ya know.."

Erin, who has been heavily leaning on her mallet while laughing hysterically falls over into the fake Astroturf grass that the guys have outfitted parts of the ballroom with.

Elijah rushes over to make sure she is okay while Caroline looks skeptically at Billy.

"Billy, I've looked up the rules to croquet, and I'm pretty sure there isn't a European one.." she says. "In fact.. this seems suspiciously like Calvinball."

“Elijah, you can't waltz around the northeast corner of the room, you have to go southwest and sing a nursery rhyme backwards. No, not like that- backwards!” Billy says, mischievously ignoring Caroline.

“Snow as white fleece lamb.. no no no.. Mary had a little lamb.. lamb little Mary..” Elijah mumbles and counts out, “1-2-3, 1-2-3.”

“It's obviously 'Snow as white was fleece whose lamb little a had Mary.' .. BAHAHA!! 'Lamb Little had a MARY! I bet Mr. Lamb Little married Hitler. Oh wait.. Mrs. Lamb Little. I mean I mean!! Ms. Lamb Little!!” Chelsea babbles.

Dom gazes at her adoringly. “You're so.. smart. And.. sinister..”

Caroline looks at you. “This sounds an awful lot like that joke they played on Elijah.. you know, that Tig game with all the silly rules?”

You laugh, “Oh, you mean when they-”

“Did you know that comets originate from a distant region called the Oort Cloud, which is a large halo surrounding our solar system? The distance between Pluto and the Oort Cloud is 2 light years, give or take a few light days.” Elijah begins, trying to change the subject.

“Whoa.. I had no idea.” Erin replies, slightly shocked at Elijah's knowledge of random solar facts, but amused and overwhelmed by his cuteness.

“Albuquerque. See? I can do it too. Snorkel.” You quote absentmindedly. Jason leans over and whispers in your ear, “Movie Quote Girl.” You smile with a laugh, but when you see Dom and Chelsea giggling madly and pointing at you while whispering to each other, you get a serious look on your face.

“Kiss me.”

“.. what?!” Jason asks, shocked.

“Just do it. Kiss me!” You answer, glancing at Dom and Chelsea, then at Caroline, who is now watching as well over her cup of coffee that Skandar has returned with.

“Well.. alright..” Jason says, slightly confused.

Jason leans down and kisses you in the most gentle, sweet, delicate way, and for a moment you forget about your evil little scheme. But Caroline's gasp brings you back and you look over just in time to see her drop her coffee and watch Chelsea and Dom's jaws drop with surprise. Skandar, slightly oblivious to the whole thing, gasps not at your shocking act, but at the spilled coffee, and runs off to get napkins. Erin begins to laugh as she notices Caroline nearly shaking with romance, adoration, and fright. Elijah gets an inspired look and turns to Erin, who indiscreetly mumbles something along the lines of, “My.. did you see that sky today? Talk about blue. Or.. gray.. rather. Hey look! My mallet kind of looks like a sausage!” Chelsea and Dom high five and start laughing madly.

“I TOLD you it would work.” Chelsea blurts.

“I never doubted you for a second, dearest!” Dom giggles.

“You're so evil.”

“No you are!”

“No really, you are like, king of all things evil.”

“Well if I'm the king, you are my princess.” Dom proudly states, then realizes what he said. “Uhr- I mean queen!”

You shake your head at their antics and laugh. “Sorry, I just couldn't resist you. I mean! That is totally not what I mean to say- haha! Silly me, sorry, I was just, um, well what I meant to say was that, haha.. wow.. can't believe I just said that. So what I was trying to say originally before I totally messed up and went all fan girl on you- well not really, I mean not fan girl, but you know, I was kind of.. oh my..*facepalm*”

“You couldn't resist seeing their reactions.” Jason chuckles.

“Precisely.” you sigh and smile at him.

An hour later you decide the game just needs to be called finished as you watch Elijah dangle from the great chandelier and try to throw his mallet into the koi pond on the other side of the ball room. While Chelsea giggles madly on the floor, Caroline hides her face in Skandar's chest, and Erin runs to find a trampoline to place under Elijah's precarious perch, Jason asks you if you'd be willing to go to lunch with he and Will the next day. Despite the sinking feeling in your stomach, you squeeze out a, “Yes, sure, that would be absolutely.. wonderful..”

“Great!” he responds. “We thought it would be good for you all to spend a bit of time together. Also he and I need to work out some logistics and I just want an excuse for you to be with me.”

You remind yourself of your previous conviction and find your heart footing long enough to round the girls up and agree to meet the boys for dinner.

Ta da!

2009-02-22T10:20:00.000-08:00

I finally updated!! Be proud- be very proud! :) You can also shower me with praise and comments, that's okay too. :D

Anyway, just wanted to explain what exactly I posted. The first thing you'll see is Episode 24 because it got deleted off of Quizilla and I posted it again here. It's still in the old Quizilla format, though, so just overlook weird looking things and mistakes. The second thing you'll see is the new episode- Episode 27!! I hope you really enjoy and I'm going to try and get more out soon.. not in 8 months, haha!

Love you all!

Anna

Mr. Teacup's Window Washer's Episode: 24

2009-02-22T10:19:00.000-08:00

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.

(Start video and keep reading)

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-

(Stop video)

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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.

Mr. Teacups Window Washer's Episode: 27

2009-02-21T21:58:00.000-08:00

"Um.. yeah. Uhh.. Well.. we're actually doing a girls night thing tonight, so we should probably head on." You say, trying to change the subject. Caroline tells the fella's goodbye while you round up Erin and Chelsea.

(Start Call Me Irresponsible)

You brush a hand down your arm as you stare absentmindedly into the busy restaurant. Since saying goodbye to the umbrella-twirling group, you've changed into some simple and fun evening-out-at-the-beach attire.

What you're wearing:

Caroline stays in what Chelsea and Erin put her in, which looks like this:

Erin's clothing:

Chelsea's outfit:

“Anna? Hello?” Chelsea asks and waves a hand in front of your face.

“What? Oh, sorry. Um, what were we talking about?” You ask, turning to Erin, then to Caroline. “Are you okay? It's not normal for you to zone out when we're discussing Josh Groban's.. other side.. and William Moseley's veins, for goodness sake.” Erin says and gives you a concerned look.

“Aw, don't worry about her. She's probably just still stuck in time with Jason in his.. hotel room..” Chelsea slyly says and gives an evil chuckle. You laugh with the other girls and easily slip into a very goofy conversation.

“Soooo.. what do you think he meant??” Caroline asks eagerly about.

“About what?” Erin questions.

“You know! When he said.. 'Oh drat.. I forgot to put my laundry away before I left home. Mom's going to be mad.'” She replies and looks up with big eyes, waiting for a response. You laugh and reply partly serious to try and please her, but also with a hint of sarcasm, “I'm sure it was him professing his ardent adoration and love for you, Cara.” She detects your sarcasm and frowns. Erin looks at her and laughs, “You mean you don't think he meant that he forgot to put his laundry away and his mom will be mad?”

“Of course not!” Caroline silences Erin. “Boys never say what they mean.”

“Yeah.. tell me about it.” You agree and think of your conversation with Jason earlier.

“Okay what happened???” Chelsea half-shrieks.

“Nothing happened!” You roll your eyes and chuckle at how easily they can tell what you're thinking.

“Anna!!” Caroline pleads, “Please help!! You're my personal psychiatrist after all!”

“I'm starting to think you need a real psychiatrist..” Erin mumbles.

You laugh, but appease Caroline, “Well, let's see. He forgot to put his laundry away which probably means he's kind of irresponsible.. which could be kind of cute. Also he put in that his mom would be mad, so he's definitely conscious of how she feels on the subject.. you know, aware of how his actions effect other people and caring what they think...” you fabricate (sort of), totally over analyzing the statement by Skandar. So fun. Caroline lets out a dreamy sigh. “I knew it! He's amazing!!” she exclaims.

“Oh my gosh guys.. LOOK.” Chelsea points. You all turn your heads. “No! Not all at once!!” she cries. You all turn your heads back to the table and scratch your necks, etc. as you try to be discreet.

“What are we looking at?” You ask with an awkward “I-hope-I'm-not-getting-caught-staring” cough.

“That guy... he's Johnny Depp..” she replies. You all immediately look up at her.

“What??”

“Yup, right over there! But don't look!” She adds.

“Hey look!” You exclaim. “The window! You can see the reflection of the restaurant in the window! Look! There he is in the reflection!”

“Oh my gosh!” Erin explodes.

“Look at his goatee!!” Caroline giggles.

“Um.. may I take your order?” A slightly short and small man who looks both terrified and confused asks. Your eyes fight to stay in their sockets as you try not to blush.

“Umm.. yes..” you swallow.

“Great.. my name is.. Patrick. And I'll be your waiter this after- evening, I mean. Um, would you like something to drink?” he stumbles out.

“Sure!” Caroline chirps. “I'll have iced sweet tea.”

“Diet Root Beer for me.” Chelsea tells.

“I think I'll go with... sweet tea also.” Erin agrees.

“Wait, hold on..” Patrick interjects, fumbling with his pen. “Sorry, it's my first night.” he apologizes and then looks at you.

“That's okay. I'll go with water, thanks.” You request encouragingly.

“Okay, I'll have those out for you in just a few minutes.”

You smile as he walks away. “Poor guy. First night and the place is hopping.” You glance back after a minute to find Erin trying to draw Skandar on a napkin according to Caroline's gushes. Chelsea's laughing madly and exclaiming something about how Erin's artwork looks like a cross between Kronk and Indiana Jones. Erin giggles as she starts over.

“What is THAT?” Chelsea cries in horror over Erin's interpretation of Dom.

“Well.. he's.. got chicken pox and doesn't feel good.. or something..” Erin laughs in a high voice.

“Chicken pox? CHICKEN POX? He looks like he's about to barf, Erin..” Chelsea rambles. Erin laughs at her lack of.. tact.

“I think my picture of William Moseley is the best.” You say and hold it to your heart. “Thank you Erin, I shall treasure this napkin always. Too bad you couldn't get Jason's jaw line right. But hey, you're not perfect. ... and he is.. so.” All the other girls groan. “Whaaat?” You laugh playfully.

“Hey!! All three of us should draw Elijah for Erin!” Caroline pops up. You grin evilly as Erin smacks her head with an, “Ohh Lord..” Unfortunately she was the only one of the group of you who had been given the artistic gift. Well, Chelsea swears she has it, she just hasn't “opened it” yet. Caroline grabs a piece of paper out of her purse and hands it to you. You all have a jolly time “screwing up his

cowlick” and “ruining the gap in the middle of his front teeth!”

(Stop Call Me Irresponsible)

(Start Bad Day)

Thirty minutes later, Patrick walks up with your drinks.

“I'm so sorry it's taken so long.” He says, embarrassed.

“That's fine, don't worry about it.” Erin kindly brushes it off.

After another thirty minutes, he's taken your orders and you're all waiting patiently, enjoying the evening together. Still, you feel extremely bad for Patrick because he is having a very rough first night since the place is packed and people are rude. Several times you've seen him screw up an order, get “lost,” fumble with plates, and especially have to deal with guests who are not being very understanding. You just can't help feeling bad for him after all of that trouble.

Your eyes wander around the restaurant in hopes of finding something interesting to watch when you spot Patrick taking some beers to a table of drunk patrons. Just before you open your mouth to say something like, “We should really over-tip him..” he trips and spills the beer all over the guests, covering the table. Oh.. my.. Several of them stand up, all of them curse madly. People around begin to laugh. And then the beer-soaked peeps start to get angry. Things just keep getting worse for poor Patrick!

“Oh my gosh guys.. look..” you mumble. Just as all of the girls turn to gaze, “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter comes on the radio in quite perfect timing. You all let out a conclusive, “Awww!” as the manager of the restaurant (it's kind of like an.. O'Charley's or something) rushes to the spill zone. He expresses deep sorrow and tells them to not worry about the bill, covering for Patrick, who is madly rushing to get something to clean the floor and tables. Another waiter stops him before he can get too far and starts to mop up the mess for Patrick saying, “Don't worry, bro, I'll clean it.” Patrick sighs, “Thank you so much, I owe you one.” in a desperate, airy voice, almost as if he's about to cry. While he's going to get more beer for them, the manager stops him behind the counter and rebukes him for a minute, then pats him on the back with a few encouraging words, telling him to get back to work. Meanwhile, you all are staring worriedly and feeling generally sorry for Patrick. He picks up a tray (very carefully, I might add) and begins to walk into the restaurant area again. When you realize he's coming toward you, you have a small spazz moment and quote, “Quick, act like you're talking to me!” You all very easy drop into a fake, but seemingly realistic conversation about pine trees and prom dresses.

“I'm so sorry about all of this and the wait.. do you need anything else?” Patrick says after awkwardly putting down your plates.

“I think we're GREAT.” Erin says encouragingly. She always has a knack for being that way.

Patrick smiles, “Okay. Great. Well, thanks.” then turns and walks away, looking very downcast.

“Aw, guys, what are we gonna do?” Caroline asks, in reference to making him feel better. You all agree to be extra extra extra nice (as nice as you can be without being flirtatious) and end the evening by giving him a huge tip.. hoping that will ease your urges to go give him a big group hug.

(Stop Bad Day)

You soon find yourself back in your hotel room, tired, but extremely hyper.

“We need CHOCOLATE!!!” Chelsea exclaims, bouncing off the hotel bed and leaping through the air to the big fluffy couch.

“Hey, why don't we make cookies?!” Caroline suggests.

“That sounds great! In fact, I just picked up some cooking supplies from the grocery store!” Erin informs you all and rather conveniently lifts up a plastic bag held in her hand that has a package of semi-sweet chocolate chips peeping out the top.

“You went to the grocery store.. ?” Caroline asks as you all stare on.

“You know on our way home when ya'll had to stop and take a picture with the giant crab statue that resembled George Washington? There was a grocery store right beside that parking lot.” Erin shrugs nonchalantly.

“But you were in the picture- making your lizard face!” Chelsea reminds.

“No no no, after the picture, when you started trying to climb up the statue. I decided it might be a better idea not to since we had skirts and dresses and such on, but there wasn't any convincing you so I decided to go shopping instead.”

“There was nobody there to see anything.. duhh..” You roll your eyes.

“That's not the point! The point is.. you'll be alright.” Erin finished in a Bilbo-accent.

“Well screw the reasons, let's make COOKIES!!!” Chelsea blurts and runs into the chicken while giggling evilly. And yes, I just accidentally typed chicken instead of chicken. I MEAN KITCHEN. Wow. Moving on.

“Okay, we need music.” Caroline decides and leaves the kitchen (not chicken) in search of serenadous tunes.

“Hmm.. well.. we'll need a bowl.” Erin says, looking quizzically at all the cabinets. Chelsea assumes a racing stance. “Ready?” she asks grinning. “GO!” you shriek and laugh as you all three barrel through the beautiful kitchen cabinets searching for the perfect mixing bowl.

(Start I Like To Move It Move It)

“Ah, this'll be perfect!” you hear Caroline proclaim from the other room. Not long after, she bumbles in with a disco ball and strobe lights, motioning for Chelsea to help her. In a record amount of time, they have the ball mounted on the ceiling and the strobe lights set precariously about the spacious kitchen. Caroline dips out of the room and returns with her iPod and sound system and scrolls through her playlists until she stops on “Dancing Songs.” Before you really know what's going on, you hear, “I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!” and techno style music throbbing through the entire hotel room. Nice bass boost, you think as the floor shakes underneath your feet. Chelsea dances backward toward you bumping with every beat and rolling her shoulder toward you, then away, then repeats. You laugh and join in, doing your own dance, looking something like a pecking robot chicken mixed with a milk carton. Soon you all are dancing around the kitchen as you make the cookies.

“Stir the dough.. stir the dough!” Chelsea says as she dancing with the spoon as she stirs.

“Light on... light off... light on... light off.” You say as you dance from one foot to the other and shake your booty while flipping the lights in the kitchen on and off in time with the music. Erin nods as she dances over to another cabinet and pulls out the mixer. Caroline cracks the four eggs with a crack-crack-crack! swishing from side to side. You grab Chelsea and start dancing with her and breakin' it dowwwn. Mm yeah! I like to move it move it! You like to move it move it! He likes to move it move it! She likes to MOVE IT! You then proceed to pick up the mixer off the counter (Erin put it down when she started to do the robot) and turn it on and off with the music, mixing the dough in a very sparatic manner, breaking out into random dance moves in the process. Caroline washes her hands and tosses her paper towel into the trash with, “And throw it away! Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm..” -humming the music.

Just after you drop the cookies onto a cookie sheet, stick them in the oven, and start seriously dancing wildly you hear a faint knocking sound. You look at each other with questioning looks(still dancing with the music, of course), then Erin raises her finger to say, “I'll see what's up.” since it's too loud to actually talk without yelling.

She moon walks to the door, doing a body wave to place her hand on the door knob and slips out of the door in a very smooth manner.

(Stop I Like To Move It Move It)

(Start Classical Music)

“Uh-lijah!” She exclaims.

“You sounded especially cute and.. Southern when you said that.” he blurts, then blushes. Erin would have giggled if she wasn't so shocked. “Um um- um..” she stumbles, trying to figure out words.

“Wow, you look really.. hot..” Elijah starts, seeing a few beads of sweat on her brow and noticing her heavy breathing. “I MEAN.. you look warm, temperature wise, like you look like you've been working out. I MEAN NOT that you need to! I mean like you've been dancing!” he tries to say. And fails.

“Dancing? Oh, pshh.. dancing is for losers.” Erin shakes her head and motions like she's sweeping the thought away.

“I rather enjoy it.. .. is that.. music?” Elijah asks with curiosity as he feel the shaking wall. Erin toys for a moment with the thought of giving Elijah a big hug because he's just so adorable, and making him leave. She decides both are necessary.

“Well.. um.. actually.. no. No music except for this lovely hallway tune..” Erin says with a nervous laugh and continues unwillingly, “But, Lij.. this isn't exactly a good time..” then waits for a moment and pounces on him, giving him a monster bear hug. All she hears is a little, “oh.” from Elijah, who, after saying “Okay, well.. I'll catch you later then..” smiles and walks away., strutting his stuff and completely proud as if someone just whispered in his ear, “Go get 'em, tiger.” Oh wait, sorry, that did happen. Erin whispered it to him along with a few other sweet nothings. Erin sorrowfully watches him board the elevator before stepping back inside the hotel room. Partly because she loves him, partly because she doesn't want him to hear the chaos that is going on inside the hotel room.

(Stop Classical Music)

(Start I Like To Move It Move It Again (scroll back up))

She walks back in the hotel room to find the other girls in a chain, dancing around the island in the kitchen and hurriedly tacks herself on the end. You smile at her and she smiles back, telling you everything's fine. Chelsea starts singing along with King Julian (it's that version) when he starts to tell the story and you all dance while laughing at her- excuse me.. with her. Soon the song ends and immediately another starts..

(Stop I Like To Move It Move It)

(Start Macarena)

(Keep in mind you'll have to actually listen to the music and pause/fill in spots with your imagination)

You all gasp and rush to form a line, posing sideways with your hands on your hips in a rapid succession, preparing for your dance. Your heads slowly rise with the few beginning measures and when the bass beat starts in, you all pump your hips the same way. You all look to one side, still pumping your hips, then to the other, then in front and raise your hands above you slowly then slide them down your sides before dropping to a dramatic crouching position and slowly standing upright again and striking poses. When the girl starts to sing, you all begin to strut around, raising your eyebrows at each other and generally acting.. bad. You're not very good at it, but you all try, which is quite a funny thing to watch. You purse your lips and bop your head back and forth just before you all jump in a line and start doing the real Macarena dance when the guys start to sing. Chelsea opens her mouth as she puts her hands on her hips, then smiles evilly. When the girl starts singing, you pretend you're her and start mouthing the words as you jump down the line of girls with the beat while wagging your finger. “I don't want him, can't stand him!” The other girls nod in agreement with “what you're saying,” then you all jump back into the Macarena dance. In the part without singing, you all start in with different dances such as the robot, weird stop-motion dancing (which works well with the strobe lights), and linking together to do a slow-motion body wave, then when the bass comes back in you all start dancing like you had been before. Just as you're about to jump back into the Macarena dance itself, Caroline accidentally bumps into the iPod as she dances backward and changes the song. Oops.

(Stop Macarena)

(Start So She Dances)

Once you all hear the first few notes and recognize the song, Erin gasps and runs to the balcony, preparing to make her entrance. Chelsea switches off the lights, then stands patiently in the corner of the living room area, making the expressions of the person “singing.” Caroline plops on the couch as you grab your round hairbrush, watching you and getting ready for the romantic dramatization of the song. When Groby begins to sing, you begin lip-syncing into the hair brush, making “Groby expressions” and “visualizing” and “feeling” what he's singing. It goes something like this:

A waltz when she walks in the room [Erin enters hotel room from balcony, swaying with the music.]
She pulls back the hair from her face [Erin dramatically wipes the hair back from her face and swishes her hair, slightly crincking her neck in the process.]
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight [Erin spins around to the window and trips on the potted plant as she tries to “sway in the moonlight”]
Even her shadow has grace [Erin looks down at her shadow and does a little dance]
A waltz for the girl out of reach [Chelsea reaches out in melancholy toward Erin, then grasps the air to her heart with a look of agony]
She lifts her hands up to the sky [Erin shoots her arms up and twirls around a bit.]
She moves with the music [Erin sways again.]
The song is her lover [Caroline sighs helplessly.]
The melody's making her cry [Erin pretends she sobbing into her hands.]
So she dances [You close your eyes getting carried away with what your “singing”, and Erin begins to pretend to dance with a partner around the hotel room]
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is [Caroline falls over on the couch, completely caught up in the fake romance.]
From afar calling me silently

[You begin singing again] A waltz for the chance I should take [Chelsea now takes “center stage”, waltzing with an imaginary partner..]
But how will I know where to start? [..then making a questioning gesture.]
She's spinning between constellations and dreams [Erin spins helplessly, making fists and flipping her fingers to make “star” motions and snoring at the same time.]
Her rhythm is my beating heart [Chelsea makes large heart beating motions with her hands to her chest.]

So she dances [Erin continues dancing as Chelsea begins to “sneak up” on her and “watch her from afar”]
In and out of the crowd like a glance [Caroline giggles flightly while Chelsea ducks behind the couch to get out of view of Erin]
This romance is
From afar calling me silently [You mournfully look at Caroline, full of emotion, and she returns your gaze with a concerned look. When he goes into falsetto you open your mouth wide while raising your eyebrows, like he always does. Chelsea fights back laughter.]

I can't keep on watching forever [You nod your head back and forth.]
I give up this view just to tell her [You hold out your hand to the dancing Erin, slowly lower it, and bow your head.]

[Chelsea puts the disco ball's spotlight attachment on.] When I close my eyes I can see [You shut your eyes and reach out in front in front of you, in the direction of Erin and Chelsea]
The spotlights are bright on you and me [Chelsea turns the spotlight on you. You bring your hand back to your forehead, shading your eyes from the light- all the while making Groby expressions.]
We've got the floor [Chelsea bows to Erin, Erin nods.]
And you're in my arms [Chelsea takes Erin in her arms.]
How could I ask for more? [You smile/smirk like you're extremely, but peacefully, happy.]

So she dances [You break out into a grin, singing. Chelsea and Erin dance together across the hotel room.]
In and out of the crowd like a glance [You keep singing, but follow them with your gaze around the room.]
This romance is [Caroline begins to cry because she's so touched.. romance typically does that to her.]
From afar calling me silently [Erin breaks away and walks back onto the balcony.]

I can't keep on watching forever [Chelsea dramatically shakes her head and paces back and forth, reaching out for Erin and mouthing like she's calling her name.]
And I'm givin' up this view just to tell her [Chelsea finally “decides” and runs to Erin on the balcony who's turned away, looking toward the sea.]

While' you're finishing the songs with “oooo..ooooooo..oooooo...ooooo's,” Caroline starts wiping her face and in a cracked voice whispering, “Say, 'Yes!' to him- say 'Yes!'!! He LOVES YOU!!” You can't take it anymore and burst into laughter. “Caroline!” you say, “It's not real, babe, it's not real!”

“Oh. Right.” she replies with a giggle. “I forgot.”

(Stop So She Dances)

Just then, you hear the oven beeper going off.

“THE COOKIES ARE DONE!!!” You cry and charge to the kitchen, completely switching gears from being an over-emotional Groby to a cookie-happy female savage. That's quite a switch if I've seen one..

“Wow. These all look so different..” Chelsea observes when you place the cookie sheets on the counter.

“I think it's cause we all rounded our cookies a little differently.” Erin says.

“Oh.” Chelsea nods.

“But they were all made with love!” Erin insists.

“Uh.. I'm pretty sure mine were made more with like.. genius.. luck... superpowers..” Chelsea contradicts.

“Well, mine were made with love. And paranoia. And possibly drugs..” Erin says.

“I think mind were made with- um, um- cuteness, static electricity, and.. Groby's voice!!” Caroline bursts, then giggles helplessly. Again. ;)

“I think mine were made with.. hotness, most certainly, um, cheesiness, and.. oh, definitely laughter!” You chime. You all laugh as you begin to devour the cookies.

After you're sufficiently filled with cookies and milk, you decide to get ready for bed, then break out the Mountain Dew and watch Star Wars Episode: III. You all rush to the bedroom/bathroom to get dressed and washed and generally clean and comfy. Caroline and yourself finish first and go to wait on the couch. As Chelsea is trying to boot Erin out of the bathroom by sticking her toiletry bag on her head like an army helmet and threatening to bust down the door with rabid gummy bears and Hillary Clinton, she realized you and Caroline are giggling quietly on the couch.

(Start Remember the Name)

Turning around quickly, she begins to strut toward you, doing her best model walk and smirking, “Bathroom wear.” hinting at the bag on her head. Erin sees what's going on just as Chelsea is returning to the bathroom from her model debut and decides to join in. She grabs a box of tissues. “Sick wear.” she says, prancing down the make-shift runway while pretending to sneeze and toss a tissue down. Chelsea comes again, with “Teeth wear.”- a toothbrush in one hand that she's pretending to use, and mouth wash in the other hand. Then Erin struts down with, “School wear,” holding a sole pencil and showing it off as she sticks it in her hair and makes a huge “ta-da..” face. Chelsea, not wanting to be out done, wags her hips down the runway shaking a salt packet. When she reaches the end, she stops, dramatically shakes some salt into her mouth, and winks, “Extract of ocean wear.” You burst into fits of laughter.

(Stop Remember the Name)

Finally you sit down to watch the movie, which in turn is very entertaining since every time Hayden comes on screen you all shriek with laughter (because of earlier events of the same day) and half the time you're doing voice-overs for the characters (“Why are you brushing your curls? You do know they're just going to totally frizz-out and look terrible, right?” “I thought it'd be kind of cute- eheeheeehee!! Your own little fuzzball-” “Hahahaha.. no.” or “You're so... beautiful. Well, not as beautiful as me, but-” “*gasp!* Anni! How could you say something like that??” “Well, I.. that's not exactly what I meant..” or even, “Did I ever tell you about Darth.. Percolator?” “No..” “I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Percolator was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to draw stem caf out of thin air...” “He could actually draw stem caf out of thin air?” “ The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be.. unnatural.”) Toward the end, you all begin to get very emotionally torn up about Anakin's actions that propel him to the dark side, complete with wailing and sobbing into your pillows. To cheer yourselves up after the movie is over (you're all quite distraught about Padme dying, Anakin turning to the dark side (even though Chelsea says it's kind of hott), etc.), you decide to paint each other's toenails.

Through the course of painting, due to extreme laughter and hysterics, Erin accidentally spills the bottle of red nail polish she was using to paint Chelsea's toes all over the bed they are lounged on and Chelsea herself. Erin hurriedly calls room-service to request a new comforter while laughing her head off as Chelsea begins wailing about being mortally wounded. Caroline starts to laugh, but you cut her off with, “It's a painful thing, and it's nothing to be snickered at..” you say in a Scottish accent, pause, and then continue with the quote, “And when she told us, we were, “Gosh, are you alright? And stuff.” Then Chelsea chimes in, “It was painful.. it was very painful.”

“And then she told us the next day. 'That's terrible. It's not getting any better.'” You say in your best Billy voice.

“Obviously it was just spilled nail polish. I went and had it checked out and I was on set again the next day, sot it was fine. Just part of the job.” Chelsea quotes. Then you start again, “A week later: 'Spilled nail polish.. oh, it's still spilled is it? Right. Okay.” There's a knock on the door and you jump up, saying, “I'll get it!” and thinking it's the room service people with the new comforter.

When you reach the door, you yank it open. Before you can get your entire, “Helloooo..” out, you stop dead.

“Hi Anna.” Jason smiles warmly.

“Hey!” Dom peeps out from behind Jason.

“We were just.. uh.. in the vicinity and thought we'd stop by and say hi!” Elijah stumbles.

“Hello there!” Billy greets.

“We went to dinner at the Chinese restaurant and brought you all some fortune cookies.” Jason says half-kidding, but holding up a bag of fortune cookies. “I know they're your favorite.”

You try and think quickly. “OH! HAHA HI! So nice to see you GUYS! Thanks, thanks – um, actually we're a little busy right now-” Then loudly from the other room you hear, “My lungs are hurtin' I think my pancreas has been split, my spleen's been ostracized..” “Oh babes, oh babes it hurts! And I can't ride the horse now babes..”

Then Caroline calls, “ANNA! We need you to be Billy again!” and you hear Caroline pipe up, “The can be fragile, the elves. Particularly the.. Mirkwood.. strain.”

You're at a loss of words, so all that comes out it, “Oh..”

“Uh, is this a bad time?” Jason asks, looking a little concerned.

“Um.. heh.. well.. yes, I guess you could say that. Really, thanks for the fortune cookies, I'm sure we'll really enjoy them. Sorry to sorta reject you like this but I, uh-”

“-are they quoting.. is that.. hey-” Elijah starts.

“-so thanks and goodbye!” You exclaim and recluse back into the hotel room, shutting the door and wiping your brow as you think about how close that was. Whew.

Much later in the night, you all find yourselves exhausted and ready for bed.. you settle down quite easily (despite a horrific cockroach scare that involved flinging things across the bedroom and moving to the living room to sleep on the couches so you wouldn't have to be in the same room as the roach.. that turned out to be a hair clip.) Soon Caroline and Erin fall asleep, leaving you and Chelsea awake and talking while listening to Josh Groban.. oh dear.

(Start Canto Alla Vita)

The conversation goes as follows:

Anna: Yeah, is not as weird when guys are older and like you..

Chelsea: I know, cause it's sort of the well-known thing that guys should be older than girls in a relationship. Also it's a lot different when it like a 10 year old and a 15 year old or a 40 year old and a 45 year old.

Anna: *glances down at iPod* Guess what Chelsea? *nudges* Josh Groban is only 27! It's only like a .. 8 and a half year age difference!

Chelsea: Yeah, cause I'm sev-eighteen! ALMOST NINETEEN.

Anna: Seventeen, really?

Chelsea: *continues over Anna* So yeah, totally would work out.

Anna: Wow, you said nineteen very.. um.. shmexy-ly.. hahaha..

Chelsea: *laugh* I'm going to send him a letter that says, “Hi, I noticed we were pretty close in age- let's get married. Signed, Fan.”

Anna: *CRACKS UP* Wow. Yes.. nice letter.

Chelsea: Thanks, there never was such eloquence heard.

Anna: Hm, yes.. and it would be so advantageous too, seeing as how he would die way before you. Then you could find true love!

Chelsea: Yes, since this would obviously be solely a superficial marriage.

Anna: Cause you'd only marry him for his money. And his hair.

Chelsea: And his doe eyes.

Anna. Oh, and his voice, of course, duh. And his piano playing skillz.

Chelsea: Mhhmmm.. Just out of curiosity, I wonder how many girlfriends he's had and what does he like and on average how long does he keep them?

Anna: And does he like.. I don't know.. one nighters or.. long-timers?

Chelsea: And does he like short brunettes or tall blondes-

Anna: Haha! That kind of rhymed! One nighters-long-timers..

Chelsea: -or fat people with multi-colored hair..

*silence*

Anna: *LAUGHS* Oh my gosh I just thought of something hilarious!! But I'm not going to say it-oh my gosh that was so bad.

Chelsea: What??

Anna: No, I can't.. it was so bad.

Chelsea: WHAT???

Anna: Ohh.. my gosshh... *hand to forehead*

Chelsea: You have to tell me!

Anna: I can't..

Chelsea: Well you have to.

Anna: I don't think I can.. it's too.. um.. adventurous. For us.

Chelsea: Huh??

Anna: Like it would be too.. dirty. Like not dirty, but.. dirty.

Chelsea: *raises eyebrows* .. dirty?

Anna: I mean! Not the kind of dirty that would mentally derange you for life, but like.. still dirty. And.. bad. Like I wouldn't want to make Josh Groban look like a skank.

Chelsea: No, you couldn't do that. I can't see Josh Groban being skanky.

Anna: Well.. we don't exactly know that..

Chelsea: Well I guess that's true.. if the govenor of New York can be a slut, then so can George Washington! *GASP!!!* That's not who I meant to say!!!

*MAJOR LAUGHTER!*

You quickly decide it is high-time for sleep, judging by the progression of your conversation. Soon both of you are also sleeping peacefully.

I'm not going back on my promise.. promise!

2009-01-02T17:50:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I kind of failed at posting before the new year (Happy New Year!! *throws confetti*), however I do intend to get the next one out soon. Don't worry! And all of you should shower me with praise when I do.. or rebuke me for taking so amazingly long! Ha. Anyway, I'm working on it a little bit along in my busy schedule, so I should hopefully have it out very soon. Thanks!!

Anna

6 Month Hiatus is Over!!

2008-12-23T07:48:00.000-08:00

Hello all!

First of all, I want to give a big apology to all of my faithful readers! Thanks for all the support even though I've been really horrible about updating for the past.. half a year. :P You all are amazing!

Second of all, I wanted to assure you that Mr. Teacup's Window Washer's Episode 27 is in the works! I hope to have it out by the new year (however, do keep in mind Christmas is a busy time of year..) as a Christmas gift to you all. :) I really have missed writing the story and interacting with all of you amazing William Moseley, Elijah Wood, Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, Skandar Keynes, Jason (<3>

So hold tight and keep a weather eye on the horizon.. lots of loves!

Anna

MTWW News

2008-07-07T10:26:00.000-07:00

As you can see, I've switched to Blogger since Quizilla kind of ruined the whole posting thing of stories or whatever. Lame. But this'll work, so it's okay. :) I'll still post a story with the link to this site on Quizilla every time I post something here so if you only check on Quizilla, you won't miss anything. You can also friend me on here or save the page or however that works with this site.. I've never had a Blogger account before, so I don't have the foggiest. Anyway, just a few other things..
- You'll have to click on the music players to make them start. Once you get to the next player, turn the one before it off (if it's still playing) and start the next.
- You may comment directly on the comment section of the the posts in regards to the story (or what you had for breakfast, either one) and, in fact, I would venture to say you MUST.. ;) Well, I'd like you to, anyway. It's always nice to have support, encouragement, or just plain silliness. :)
- If you have any suggestions that would make this whole new process easier, please share!! I'm always up for help!
- If you're new to the story and have just happened across it, you can find the first 25 chapters on Quizilla.com under the username of oreozers. You can also search for Mr. Teacup's Window Washer's and it should come up. If all else fails, search for William Moseley stories. It'll for sure come up then. Haha.
- I'll periodically post "news" in the "about me" section, so if you're wondering about the progress of the story, check back there every so often.
- In addition to posting long-term-ish news in the "about me" section, I'll post short things via actual blog posts about the progress of specific stories and estimated times of releases and any other such news you might be interested in. I will not, however, be posting links to all of this information on Quizilla. The only links that will be posted on Quizilla will be to the actual episodes of the story.
- If you have anyone who you'd like to be in the story (famous people), any ideas for the story, or anything of the sort, contact me and I'll see what I can do. The story is pretty flexible, so there's a good chance I'll be able to fit your idea/person/etc. in it somewhere. To contact me, you can comment on Blogger, message me on Quizilla, or email me at MTWWemail@gmail.com.
I think that's all the news for now.. so enjoy the 26th episode of Mr. Teacup's Window Washer's (A William Moseley, Skandar Keynes, and LOTR Cast story)! Yet another piece of comical genius..

Mr. Teacup's Window Washer's Episode: 26 (A William Moseley, Skandar Keynes, and LOTR Cast Story)

2008-07-07T09:53:00.000-07:00

"YOU'RE GETTING OFF SUBJECT!!" You exclaim. He laughs. "Whaaat weeere you thankang?" You say, mimicking the preist on Princess Bride.

"Mawwaige! That dweam wifin a d-" Jason starts, then realize what he said in response to your question. You both crack up.

"See?? I told you. So.. you wanna huuuuug me.. you wanna looove me.. you wanna kiiiiis me.." You keep teasing.

"Alright." Jason says proudly. "So what if I do?"

Your eyes expand to the size of sea cactus'.

"Hi, is this Skandar? Hi.. yes, um this is.. first of all, where are you?"
"I'm on the beach, why?"
"Oh, so you're there for that thing.."
"Yeah, the photoshoot."
"Oh, yeah, right.. *ahem* Well, I'm the photographers secretary and was just calling to check up."
"Oh. Well. Everything's fine.." Skandar says,
"Okay, GREAT.. bye." *click*

"So what did he say??" Erin asks Chelsea.
"He's on the beach doing a photoshoot- this is even more perfect!!" Chelsea responds. Caroline is breathing in a paper bag while sitting on the bed.
"Caroline?? Are you okay?" Erin asks.
"Yeah, fine, great, perfect.. you just called Skandar Keynes, didn't you? Oh my gosh.." She says rapidly and begins breathing in her paper bag again. Erin and Chelsea giggle at her dramatic shock.

"Eliiijaah!!!" Erin exclaims once she spots him after the elevator doors have opened on the lobby floor. She runs over to him.
"Hey!!" He responds excitedly.
"Chelsea!" Dom says, his voice cracking and eyes sparkling. Chelsea grins. Caroline walks up behind them awkwardly.
"Guys, before we go walking on the beach, we've got some serious work to do." Chelsea informs Elijah and Dom as she nods back to Caroline.
"You mean.. recruiting?" Dom asks, feeling Chelsea's vibes.
"Totally." Erin says, her arms around Elijah's neck.
"Name?" Dom continues.
"Skandar Keynes." Chelsea says, smirking. Dom gets an mischievous gleam in his eye.
"Oooh, Caroline.." He starts. She blushes and giggles, then says, "Well, let's hurry up then.." and everyone laughs.

"Okay, so we have to stop by the room to get *supplies*." Chelsea calls as they all barrel down the hallway.

"Of course. What's your ETS?" Dom asks.

"ETS?" Caroline questions to Erin with a whisper. Erin gives and unsure glance, then whispers the same thing to Chelsea who is right in front of her.

"Estimated time of session, duh." She replies and keeps running. Erin slows to Caroline's side and replies, "She means estimated time of.. er.. beautifying session.", choosing her words "carefully." Caroline's eyes widen, "Oh."

"I'd say about... 15 minutes. 20 max." Chelsea replies to Dom.

"Really? Wow, that's fast." Dom says, surprised.

"We've had our practice." Chelsea assures.

"Right, well, Elijah and I will go scope things out on the beach- we'll be back in 15."

"Okay, see you then." Chelsea replies as Erin uses her electronic key to open door to your hotel room. Elijah and Dom exit stage left.

"Curling iron, make up bag, sun dress, sandals- go." Erin instructs Chelsea. Chelsea runs out of the bathroom while Erin sits Caroline down in a swivel chair that is conveniently placed in the middle of the bathroom. Erin grabs the lotion off the counter and drenches Caroline's limbs with it.

"Soft and luminous." She explains to Caroline, regarding her skin. Chelsea reappears, her arms brimming with beauty supplies.

"Red or white?" Chelsea asks, holding up two finger nail polishes.

"Definantly red." Erin replies, glancing back only for a minute as she fixes Caroline's hair part to make it perfect.

"Right." Chelsea replies and begins sticking some toe seperates in between Caroline's toes. Erin grabs the curling iron, testing it on her own hair to see if it's the right heat.

"Yay, it's perfect!" She says in a moment of rejoicing. Chelsea makes short work of Caroline's toes and moves on to her fingernails, leaving them unpainted, but shaped and buffed. After a few minutes, Erin has curled and fixed Caroline's hair perfectly.

"Make up!!" Erin exclaims and Chelsea prepares to assist.

"Foundation." Erin simply states and Chelsea hands it to her.

"Shimmer powder... bronzing powder.. under eye concealer.. eye shadow... other eye shadow.. other eye shadow.. eye liner... eye lash curler.. mascara..." Erin says over several minutes. She names several other make up related things. Deciding to really play up Caroline's beautiful eyes, she applies only a very light shade of lip gloss to give her lips a fuller, shinier look to top off the rest of the make up.

As Chelsea holds the dress for Caroline to step into, Erin hooks an amazing necklace around her neck.

"Which shoes??" Erin cries.

"I like the red ones.." Chelsea ponders.

"But she'll be carrying them so which ones will look the best dangling in her hand?" Erin reminds.

"Oh, yeah, well, def the white ones, then."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Sit." Chelsea instructs and grabs the white strappy highheels from the bathroom floor. Erin slides some dangly earrings in Caroline's ears. Then they hear a knock on the hotel door.

"I'll get it." Chelsea says. Erin nods and keeps whirling around the bathroom. Chelsea closes the bathroom door behind her and opens the hotel door.

"Hey, so he's actually on the part of the beach that's almost directly in front of the closest exit from your room." Dom informs.

"Great! We're almost done!" Chelsea exclaims, smiling effervescently.

"FINISHED!!" Erin yells from inside the bathroom. The door is swung open and a slightly coughing Caroline emerges from a cloud of perfume.

Dom and Elijah gawk.

"Wow.. you guys weren't kidding when you said you'd had practice, were you?" Dom says, his eyes going out of focus as his head follows Caroline.

"Nice work.." Elijah says, laughing in shock.

"Hey, watch it." Chelsea says to Dom and Erin glares at Elijah. Caroline giggles helplessly and practices her "wandering around the beach aimlessly and irresistibly" by strutting around the hotel room a few times.

Caroline's heels make a "click-clop click-clop.." on the wooden board walk as they walk towards the beach. All at once, Elijah, Erin, Dom, and Chelsea duck behind beach shrubs, leaving a confused Caroline who stops walking and looks to Dom and Chelsea.

"What are you guys doing?" She asks.

"Just keep going, he's right up there!" Dom says and points in Skandar's general direction. Caroline looks and sees that he's standing ankle deep in the surf with Will by his side, a wind machine blowing his hair, and a photographer rapidly taking pictures. Her mouth drops a bit. Anna would die to see this.. the famous Moseley hair swoosh and everything..

"What am I supposed to do??" She asks, her mind going completely blank. Hey, she's in the presence of perfection. Well.. he's standing just down the beach..

"Just GO.." Erin says and pushes her farther down the boardwalk, then hides behind the bush with Elijah. Caroline stumbles forward. When she gets the the end of the plank, she begins to slip her shoes off. Dom takes his cue from Chelsea and yells in a loud voice, "HEY!! OVER HERE!!" then ducks back down. Caroline turns around, annoyed, knowing he's up to something. When she turns back around she sees that Skandar is staring at her from afar. Will knocks his shoulder and laughs, saying something to him, then makes him continue with the photoshoot.

Dom uses imitation army hand signals to cue Elijah, who makes his way farther down the beach by sprinting from shrub to sand dune to shrub, etc. Caroline walks toward the water/the photoshoot timidly, not knowing how in the world she's gonna manage to talk to Skandar. All the sudden she is knocked/glided right into him by an unknown force and accidentally knocks him over.

"*GASP!!!* Oh my gosh!! I'm sooo sorry!" Caroline exclaims to Skandar who's backside is now drenched in sea water. She holds out her hand to help him up. A chuckling Elijah, donned in bright yellow and ketchup red jogging shorts and assorted sweat bands, mutters a "Oops, sorry, didn't look where I was going.." and jogs further down the beach.

Will recovers from his laughing fit and un-folds himself. "Wait.. you're.." He says, finally getting a good look at Caroline's face.

"Caroline." She finish with a sigh. Skandar is now standing up, shaking some sand off of his shirt with his hand, and staring at her.

"Wait, you know her?" He asks Will, never looking away. Caroline is looking more in the direction of Will, but down.

"Yeah, I do.." Will says surprised, and walking over to Caroline.

"I didn't realize I'd be seeing you again so soon.. how are you doing?" Will asks, amused.

"Oh, great, fine.." Caroline replies, highly embaressed and pretty surprised herself.

"Congrats, by the way, on the part.." Will says.

"Oh yeah! You too!" Caroline copies, suddenly excited. Will laughs.

"Well, it looks like we're about done here, right?" He says, then looks in the direction of the photographer.

"Yes." the photographer replies.

"Great, well.. I'll leave you to it.." Will says to Skandar. Skandar gives him a hard glance and Will giggles as he nods to Caroline and starts off back towards the resort.

"So.. Caroline.." Skandar says with a questioning air- trying to confirm her name.

"Yeah... Skandar, right?" Caroline asks, even though she doesn't need to.

"Yeah.. so you're in film?" He asks.

"Er... well.. not yet.." She replies.

"Oh." He says and nods his head.

"Caroline!! Where have you BEEN??" Erin prances over and exclaims. Caroline gives her a, "Ha ha, very funny." look.

"Hey, Skandar, right?" Dom asks and sticks his hand out.

"Uh, yeah, nice to meet you.. Mr.. Monaghan?" Skandar asks tentatively. Dom nods, then replies, "But, Dom is fine." Elijah appears, his normal clothes back on.

"Hi! I'm Elijah."

"Skandar." Skandar replies, quite confused as to why all these people are suddenly talking to him. Chelsea emerges from behind Dom.

"Chelsea, nice to meet you." She smiles.

"Skandar-"

"Yes, hon, I think we've established that." She says sarcastically. Caroline glares. Chelsea giggles evilly.

"Well, shall we off, then?" Erin asks. "Quite so." Elijah replies and holds his arm out for her to take. Dom looks at Chelsea hopefully and they begin to walk next to Erin and Elijah.

"Uh.. you wanna come?" Caroline asks. Skandar stands there, staring at her, for a moment.

"Yeah.." He says quietly after a moment. Caroline smiles. They walk a few feet behind the others. Wowwww... I can't believe that worked.. Caroline thinks.

Elijah whispers something in Erin's ear as they walk and she begins to laugh quietly. Dom runs off into the foamy water and brings a crab back, showing it off to Chelsea. Chelsea bends over to be level with the crab and starts to pet it exclaiming, "Aww!! I think I'll name him... Dom Jr.!!" Dom grins helplessly. Caroline looks on, then giggles and responds to another question from Skandar.

"Really? No way! Me too.." Skandar frequently says. Elijah and Erin have decided to now play a romantic game of.. leap.. frog? And what's that? Dom and Chelsea are stealing that guys surf board to play limbo? Caroline decides to ignore.. or rather she can't help but tune everything else out. She and Skandar continue walking.

A little while later, Erin "accidentally" pushes Elijah over into the sand, and he pulls her down with him. The continue flailing and crawling around, trying to retaliate over each retaliation. "Ahh!! You just got sand in my eye! AGH!!" Dom and Chelsea have "set the crab freeeEEE!!" and are now engaged in a water fight. Chelsea gasps at the water hitting her face, then giggles and scoops some more up in her hands, bringing it to Dom's head and ruffling it in his hair. He laughs and they twirl around mischieviously... er.. evilly... I MEAN.. whistfully.

Just then, Caroline realizes the sun is setting with vibrant splashes of beautiful red, orange, and purple, sending a warm, romantic, glaze of light over everything. She turns towards the ocean to watch the sun set and Skandar turns with her. After a few moments of silence, Skandar's hand gently closes over Caroline's. She grins to him, but he looks on. This makes her giggle. Elijah and Erin settle down on the sand, Erin leaning against Elijah as they watch the sunset. Dom and Chelsea stand, drenched and Chelsea in his arms, water up to their ankles, as they also realize the beautiful sunset.

And you also are watching the sunset. Only you aren't on the beach, you're on Jason's balcony. Yes, by yourself, until-

"Hey, sorry about that. Wow, what a beautiful sunset."

"Yeah." You reply and smile. Jason locks his elbows and leans against the railing, putting his weight on his arms. You glance at him and smile, then look back towards the beach, sighing. Jason looks up at you.

"Hey, you know what?" He asks.

"What?" you reply.

"You're pretty cute, kid." He says grinning. You quietly chuckle.

"Thanks."

And so, you all have a perfect moment, watching the sunset and lapping waves. *siiiiiiighhhh*

*stop song: "Something Stupid"*

Why yes, now that you ask, I did only say "moment." Why? Well..

Feeling the breeze beginning to pick up due to the gradual disappearance of the sun and seeing goosebumps pop up on your bare shoulders, Jason walks over and hugs you from behind to keep you warm. You accept the warmth gladly and settle back into him. Who knew Jamaica would be this chilly? Well.. I guess it is evening and autumn.

"Hey look, is that Erin and Elijah?" You ask, nodding in a certain direction.

"Yeah, I think it is." Jason responds. You search around for the others, but after a second, give up and relax your neck.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year!!" Andy William's voice begins to sing, rising from your pocket. You reach in your pocket and grab your cellphone, flipping it open and exclaiming, "Hey mommy!!"

"Hi, Mrs. Lahfaoeiur!" Jason calls over your shoulder.

"Hey there!" your mom greets.

"Hay.. is for horses." You reply. Jason chuckles.

"Ah.. haha. So.. Congratulations!!!" your mom ejaculates.

"Congratulations?" You question conjecturally.

"On the part.." Your mom says unequivocally. Okay, okay, I'll stop with the big words. It's just.. it's hard to sound like a genius when you're writing a story about William Moseley and friends.. I mean, seriously. Buuut, I guess since everyone already knows I am a genius, it doesn't matter. *grin* *ahem* Well, anyway, on with the story...

"Wait.. you know about that? Already?" you ask your moomala, dumbfounded.

"Of course I do. Jason called me and filled me in this morning. He's smart enough to know to call the mother first." she replies. Your roll your eyes as Jason laughs softly. You spend the next few minutes jumping up and down and jostling Jason around as you celebrate with your mom. You know you're going to have to have a talk with her about all the details and everything when you get home, you're just happy she's celebrating with you and, at this point, allowing you to accept the role. You haven't technically accepted yet, you have a little while to decide, but, as it sounds, you have parental permission. Which technically you don't need, but you still live at home so parent rules still apply "as long as you're living under this roof!" You've heard that one a million times..

After you've calmed down a bit, you move on with the conversation.

"So how's Jason?" your mom asks. You hear the oven timer sound.

"Ask him yourself, the cookies are done." you reply, giggling, and shove the phone to Jason's ear as you jog inside.

"Uh, Hello?" Jason greets.

"Hi.. she's making cookies?" your mom laughs.

"Yes." Jason smiles.

"Not surprising.. always in the kitchen making some strange concoction. So, how are you doing?"

"I'm well, thank you. And you?"

"I'm doing good. Keeping busy, as usual. Just today we had an escapade with one of Matt's friends and a frozen bearded dragon."

Jason's eyes widen and he sort of scoffs in amusement. "Wow, sounds exciting. How old is he again? Matt?"

"He's 11. His poor friend was scared to death." your mom laughs- somehow making one of your brothers friends being scared out of his wits by a frozen bearded dragon sound tame and usual. "Excuse me one moment..." your mom says and Jason hears, though mumbled, "No you may not have a LAN party. I said no. I don't care if you want to play Warcraft. I don't even like the name of that game. Chris can come over, but you're not playing computer. Do something constructive. Play monopoly or create a robot or something. Now go, I'm on the phone." She raises the phone back up to her mouth. "Sorry about that, Jason."

"Oh, no problem, Mrs. Lahfaoeiur."

"I told you Ms. Lorraine is fine.." your mom laughs.

"Oh, sorry.. Ms. Lorraine." Jason smiles. After a few more minutes of chatting, you return with a plate of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and Jason tells your mom you're back and hands you the phone.

"So you're having fun.." Your mom states with a questioning air.

"Of course!!"

"How are Chelsea, Erin, and Caroline?" she asks.

"Great!!! In fact, they're... they're.." You peer over the edge of the balcony while Jason consumes half of the cookies and goes inside the hotel room to get some milk. You shriek in horror and incredulousness as you see what is taking place beneath you.

"Mom, I'll call you back in a few, okay?"

*5 minutes earlier*

"*sobb* I can't believe he had to leeeaave!!" Caroline laments, collapsing into a beach chair and looking longingly in the direction that Skandar had disappeared into.

"Hey!! It'll be okay! He said he'd be free later.. and until then, well.. you're in Jamaica with your bestest friends! Always look on the bright side of life, right?" Erin comforts, then gasps. Chelsea runs to the pavilion not far off and wires the sound system housed in it, plugging her iPod in and grabbing the wireless microphones. Erin throws beach towels over herself, Caroline, Dom, Elijah, Chelsea, and.. they seem to have recruited Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, Matt Damon, Hayden Christensen, and the bass player from Motion City Soundtrack- Matt Taylor, who seem be interested in what's about to happen. She equips them with the only umbrella's she can find- over sized beach umbrella's, used for shade for families of 5. They look quite ridiculous. Beach towels for tunics.. over sized umbrella's...

"STOP!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? AGH!!" You exclaim and being to chuck cookies as hard as you can in the other girls direction.

"They can't hear you and why do you want to stop them? Let them have a little fun." Jason laughs, holding your arms back and knowing how badly you want to go down there and knock some sense into Erin, Chelsea, and Caroline. And Dom, Elijah, Brad, Matt, Orlando, Hayden, and that other dude- Matt- for that matter.

"But they're going to make fools of themselves!! And.. and.. cause so much attention and the entire resort is going to see it!! And the whole world after it gets to the media!"

"Oh come now." Jason says, turning you around, and "hugging" you so you can't throw cookies in his face. "Don't I remember something about you pretending to be a window washer? And besides... no one will remember it. .. In 10 years."

"AGH!!! JASON!!" you exclaim, frazzled, and break out of his grip to stomp into the hotel room. He laughs.

"Annnnaaaa..." He calls. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

"Shut up." You say curtly from inside the hotel room.

"Ohh, come on.. you can't be mad at me forever. I was joking." He teases. You stay silent.

"OH MY GOSH. IT'S GEORGE CLOONEY..." He says loudly. You rush out to the balcony.

"Where??" You question excitedly, then look up to his teasing face. He laughs heartily.

"Shut your face." You huff and cross your arms.

"I'm sorry.." he says with a "you know I was kidding and don't be mad." face. Your heart melts.

"Don't look at me like that!! *gasp* They are SO NOT doing the twirling the umbrella's part! Ohh my gosh.." You smack your head and fall back into Jason as you look down again.

"Maybe we'd better go inside.." Jason says, sounding a bit worried at your lack of approval.

"So what in the world are they doing??" is probably what you're thinking, right? Well.. this.. (with Elijah Wood, Dom Monaghan, Orlando Bloom, Brad Pitt, Hayden Christensen, Matt Damon, Matt Taylor, beach towels for tunics, over sized umbrellas, too much confidence, and a disturbing amount of enjoyment..)(oh, and Erin is the main person singing to Caroline, about Skandar leaving, you know..):

After they finish, you turn to Jason.

"NOW can I go?" you ask, nettled. Jason laughs.

"Okay. I'll meet you guys later after my last meeting?" He asks.

"Oh, actually we decided to have a girls night." You say and grin. Jason raises an eyebrow, then gives a slight smirk.

"Well, have fun then. See you tomorrow." He chuckles. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before you run into the hotel room (and out the door) with a, "Bye! Love you!" and he laughs at your excited vexation.

"CHELSEA!" you yell and tackle the kneeling girl into the sand. She rolls over in laughter, and you crawl over to Caroline.

"OH MY GOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GUYS- ... hey.. you look.. fiiiiiineee..." you giggle and give her a seductive wink as you notice her appearance. She rolls her eyes. You pull yourself off the ground by Erin's arm as you ask her what in the world they were THINKING!!

"Well.. it was just.. a.. sudden urge.. Who says our lives can't be musicals??" She asks gaily. You groan.

"With... sound systems? And famous people? And a beach full of other famous people who are watching??"

"Well, yeah. It makes it more interesting." She grins. You throw your head back.

"Okay, whatever. You had fun, yay for you." You shake your head, slightly disgusted, but laughing.

"By the way, guys, thanks- that was great." Erin turns to the crowd of famous guys that are still standing around. "Wait.. I don't know you and you... I'm Erin."

"Matt Taylor. This is my girlfriend Abygail." He says and motions towards a gorgeous bikini-clad girl.

"And I'm Matt Damon." The other dude says, waving, moving his head to the side a slight bit, and pursing his lips while raising his eyebrows.

"Nice to meet both of you." Erin replies. "And good to see you fella's again." Brad, Hayden, and Orlando laugh. The rest of you girls introduce yourselves and say, "Hello." to "the gang" also.

"So.. we hear you aren't window washer's at all.." Brad says kicking his head back a little.

"Heh.." Erin looks down.

"Well, you had me fooled." Orlando speaks up.

"Does that take much?" You mumble to Erin as you rock back and forth on your feet. She slaps your stomach and you melodramatically fold over and "Owie!!" in pain. Half the guys chuckle in amusement and Erin grins up dopily.

"That was quite a show you all put on.." you chuckle to the guys. The all smirk or laugh cheesily.

"Yeah, it was fun." Damon speaks up. You raise your eyebrows and he laughs. "Okay, and it was pretty weird."

You look to Hayden who is grinning smugly at you girls. You move your head back to Erin as you indiscreetly clear your throat.

"So.. what'd you guys think of my dance moves?" Elijah asks, quite innocently, actually.

"I thought they were GREAT!!" Erin beams.

"Not the best I've seen. In fact, they were pretty bad." Brad corrects and side glares at Erin. Dom dance leaps several times across the beach and Elijah makes a face at him. "Show off." He mutters. "Hey, guys… have you seen my beach ball? It was like, this big.. and went, like.. over there." Orlando says, flexing (déjà vu, haha).

"So, how do you know them again?" Matt D. asks Brad.

"Haha, you guys seem cool." The other Matt says.

"If you consider impersonating window washers as cool, yes." Brad slightly mumbles and gives a "Rusty" grin. You laugh in his direction.

"Burrn.. but so true." You kid back. He chuckles. Chelsea and Dom have begun salsa-ing or something related to dancing wildly and Erin is trying to console a quite put-out Elijah.

"Hey, we better get going." Matt T.'s girlfriend reminds him.

"Oh yeah, we should. See you guys." He nods while his girlfriend says, "Bye." sweetly and you all exchange farewells. He leads her away by placing his arm around her waist.

"What ever happened with the Erin-Elijah, Chelsea-Dom, You-? situation?" You ask Caroline once the attention is off the departing couple.

"Welll.." Caroline bashfully starts and blushes. "Chelsea called him and I ran into him, er, literally, thanks to Elijah.. and then.. well, yeah." She giggles. Your jaw drops.

"You mean?" you ask.

"Yeaah." she replies. You squeal and hug her as she giggles. Brad laughs, which makes you stop what you're doing and cough awkwardly.