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| Entry tags: | fic: when in rome (2/?), rpf |
Fic: When in New York (2/?)
Title: When in New York (2/?)
Author: myalias88
Pairings: Kristen Bell/Jason Dohring
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,114
Author: myalias88
Pairings: Kristen Bell/Jason Dohring
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,114
Disclaimer: As much as I’d like to believe otherwise, this is fiction.
Summary: She’d been dreaming of being in a Disney film ever since she was a little girl...
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Now that my dreaded finals week is over and I’ve finished my VM fic, this should be updated more regularly.
Chapter 1
Kristen gently set her BlackBerry down on the quaint, oak coffee table in the living room as she made her way through the apartment. She dropped her purse carelessly on the chair in the corner, loose change spilling out as she flopped down like a rag doll, face first, onto the downy comforter that topped her bed. No, not her bed, it belonged to the owner of the apartment. She was just renting. A few more weeks left of filming and then she’d be gone, not even a footprint left to validate her existence in the dank, little apartment.
When in Rome. Kristen was finally getting her first starring role, at least of this caliber anyway. She’d been dreaming of being in a Disney film ever since she was a little girl, watching every one of those “Princess” movies with her mother until the dialogue rolled off her tongue like a second language from some far away, fantastical world. Of course, when she was younger, she never thought about the cosmic pressure one might face when inhabiting such an integral role.
Eyes closed, Kristen let out a tired huff before taking in a deep breath, city-stale air inflating her lungs as the crisp scent of freshly laundered sheets stirred her senses. Turning her head to glance at the bedside alarm clock, she noted the time, 9:37PM.
After a long day of shooting, Kristen was exhausted to say the least and maybe a little restless. It wasn’t every day that she bumped into an old costar, much less an old costar who she just might have loved once upon a time. Those days were long past her though. She’d learned how to deal with certain…undesirable…emotions years ago, back when she was just a silly young woman. Now she was a slightly older young woman and well, Kristen liked to believe she was more sensible now in her “advanced years.”
Sure, all those romantic notions thrived in high school and college but in the real world, well, they typically died off. Relationships weren’t all puppies and rainbows, even the ones that seemed like they lasted forever. “Is five years forever?” she wondered. Oh well, each mistake made is an opportunity for a lesson learned or whatever it is they say. Kristen knew a lot more about the functionalities and disfunctionalities of relationships now than she ever did as a teen. Yet, that knowledge was probably responsible for what her friends like to call, her often cynical nature. Whether that was good or bad, she couldn’t quite tell.
Kristen shook off her thoughts of self-examination; it was too late for that kind of reflective thinking. Her mind then began to wander off to thoughts from hours ago. A smile formed on her lips. Serendipity or not, it had still been nice to see a familiar face amongst a city of strangers.
*****10 Hours Earlier*****
Will was in the middle of telling her some joke about a pigeon and Amy’s something-or-other. Sure, Kristen was certain that the punch line was hilarious but her mind was otherwise occupied, azure eyes scanning the crowd across the street for an unmistakable, familiar figure she spotted in her periphery…or so she thought.
Then Mark, the director, called Will over. Kristen continued her search. When she felt the light tap to her left shoulder, she knew.
Whipping around, her eyes flew up, meeting his. Jason was alight; a wide, toothy smile plastered on his face, mirroring her own expression. She reached for him. The hug was automatic, a typical friendly greeting until she sensed what felt like hesitation on his part.
So Kristen pulled back, hands still resting on his shoulders as she stared up at him in awe. “Heya stranger. Whatcha doing here, Jase?”
“Hey. Just here for the Upfronts, decided I’d do some sightseeing and might I say, you’re a sight--”
“For sore eyes?” she cut in, lips quirked up in a playful smirk. Just like old times.
“Always finishing my lines,” he smiled. “Well can’t say I blame you, Logan did have the best lines,” he countered, seemingly waiting for her obligatory shoulder punch.
“Ah, you think I don’t see what you’re doing, mister? You want me to hit you so the crew and cast will think I’m mean. Well ha! Not gonna happen. I got a good thing goin here,” she continued in faux seriousness, before she spotted one of the camera guys chuckling at her little rant. “Right Tommy?” she asked.
Tommy paused what he was doing for a moment and looked over at the pair. “Whatever you say, Miss Bell. Just please don’t have me fired like you did Bert, Robby, Ernie and Sam. I promise to make sure they only film your good side from now on,” he played along, failing to hide his grin.
Kristen stuck her tongue out. “Traitor,” she yelled back in jest before she turned back to Jason.
He was clearly amused. “Kristen Bell, ladies and gentlemen, negating the theory of the Napoleon Complex all day, everyday.”
“That’s me.” She added, laughing. Her gaze dropped and she noticed something, or rather, the lack of something. Jason saw her furrowed brow and tucked his left hand into his pocket nervously.
“Jase. Are you and Lauren…” she trailed off when she noticed that his gaze was locked on something behind her. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about his relationship, or lack thereof. A moment ticked by and Kristen spoke up, hoping to ease his awkwardness. “Hey, you don’t have to talk about it. I’m just here for whatever you need okay?”
He smirked, memories from years ago flashing forward. “Told you, best lines.” He ribbed, seeming more at ease now.
“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes before continuing. “Hey, I’ve got some time until the next scene. Wanna grab some lunch? C’mon, you can tell me all about how much better Logan is than Veronica.” Her tone was light, nonchalant – but for some reason the thought that he might decline was making her stomach flip in apprehension.
Jason glanced down at her. Those warm, espresso brown eyes fixed on her. On set and when they were in character, Kristen had always been unaffected when Jason looked at her that way because it wasn’t real, just method acting at its finest. Yet, when the stare was all Jason it always unnerved her a bit. It was hard for her to think straight when she was the recipient of that much intensity but those eyes also seemed to be asking a question. Before Kristen had a chance to even consider what Jason might be wondering, he spoke up.
“Sure, Kris. Lunch ‘ed be great.”
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