Fame and Fortune: Chapter 2 (Alli)
Written by Alli (alli-ann-seville) Chapter 2 of Fame and Fortune
Game: HWU/HSS crossover Genre/s: humor Ship/s: none yet Warning/s: none yet Word Count: 1,202 words
Author’s note: Okay, so here’s chapter 2! Here, we have a proper introduction for my former HWU MC, Amy.
I don’t really have much else to say, so... Enjoy!
Fame and Fortune: Chapter 2
Thomas doesn't remember the rest of the phone conversation with Dave.
What he does remember, however, is getting into his black Cadillac Escalade and starting his way to LAX.
He starts going up Rodeo Drive when he realizes two things: One – he hasn’t had anything but scotch all morning. Two – if he’s going to have kids in the car, he should probably change the radio station to something… popular. He almost dreaded the thought. Quickly pulling up to the closest Starbucks, Thomas goes in to grab a couple of coffee frappuccinos – screw people saying that it’s a ‘woman’s drink’; they’re damn good – and a few slices of toasted artisan bread. On his way out, he sees a familiar face – one he recognized as an early acceptance student that went to his community lectures a few times before over the past fall semester. She was the only face he recognized even without her being on his roster. It’s only then that Thomas notices that she sits down at one of the tables and quickly takes off her brown leather boots, rubbing her feet as she takes calming breaths – as if she were in pain. Thomas figures checking on her couldn’t hurt. “Having a little trouble?” Thomas asks as he walks over to the brunette. She turns up to face him, blinking a moment before nodding. “Y-Yeah, my feet are killing me, and I have to walk another two hours to LAX.” Thomas raises an eyebrow. “Why are you walking there?” “I have to meet my family over there, and sadly, my motorcycle is in the shop right now.” She sets her boots down to put her feet back inside them. A little beside himself, Thomas smiles at the twenty-year-old. “Don’t think I don’t recognize you. You’re the only person that ever snuck into one of my community lectures at eighteen years old.” The brunette blushes slightly, remembering that day over two years ago now. “It’s fine.” Thomas puts a comforting hand on her shoulder and gives her a soft smile. “It paid off. You’re in my Hollywood 101 class this upcoming semester.” Eyes lighting up, the younger woman smiles up at him. “That’s amazing!” She blushes again. “Sorry, just… I’m a really big fan of your work.” Thomas chuckles. “I can tell. It’s fine, I promise.” He helps her to her feet. “Although… I never happened to catch your name from all the times you snuck into my lectures.” Adjusting her bag on her body, the young woman smiles. “My name is Amelia, but most everyone calls me Amy.” “Pleasure to meet you, Amy. Feel free to just call me Thomas, but not during my class, alright?” Delighted, Amy nods. Thomas pulls out his keys from his pocket. “I’m actually on my way to LAX right now. Do you want a ride?” Amy bites her lip. “I couldn’t… I don’t want to be a burden…” “You won’t be a burden on me, Amy.” Thomas gave her a soft smile. “You haven’t been, so why would you possibly be one now?” The brunette sighs, reassured just a little. “Okay, if you insist… I’ll take the ride.” Leading Amy to his Cadillac, Thomas opened the front passenger’s side door for her and made sure she was inside before closing it and moving to the driver’s seat. Amy takes out a small notebook as Thomas quickly starts up the car. “Thank you for the ride. I hope I didn’t delay your arrival by too much.” Thomas shakes his head as he pulls away from the curb and starts his way down Rodeo Drive again. “It’s no problem, Amy. Honestly.” “Do you mind if I change the radio station?” Oh crap, Thomas thinks. Thomas nods almost immediately. “Yeah, a variety station, if you can.” Amy smiles. “That’s what I was going for. I can’t listen to new pop for more than an hour.” I like her already, Thomas thinks after registering her words. Once Amy changes the station, a familiar song for both of them comes on. “Damn, I haven’t heard this song in ages,” Amy remarks. Thomas shakes his head as he drives. “Oh God, me either actually.” He smiles as he hears Amy start to sing along: I am unwritten Can't read my mind I'm undefined I'm just beginning The pen's in my hand Ending unplanned In a matter of seconds, Thomas finds himself mouthing the words and tapping his fingers to the beat on the steering wheel as he drives. Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten Thomas starts to actually sing along when he hears Amy suddenly become quiet, his voice soft. I break tradition Sometimes my tries Are outside the lines We've been conditioned To not make mistakes But I can't live that way Amy giggles. “There you go,” she says encouragingly before jumping back in to sing along with him. Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten Thomas smiles. “You have quite the voice,” he observes as they both decide to let the song finish out on its own. “Better than mine.” Amy shakes her head. “I wouldn’t say that it’s better than yours… More like a different kind of good than yours is.” “I…” Thomas chuckles as they pull into the parking lot at LAX. “I think that’s fair.” He exits the car, handing Amy his other frappuccino. “Here, you’ll need this.” “Thanks.” Amy eagerly takes a sip of the drink as they walk inside. “So, what terminal do you need to be in front of?” Amy looks at a note on her phone. “2C, I think.” “I’ll wait there with you.” “You don’t have to-“ Thomas gives her a soft but stern look. “I insist.” Amy holds up her hands defensively in response to him. “Okay, okay. Sorry.” “Let’s just hope they get here soon."