Bit Players, Has-Been Actors and Other Posers: A Must-Read for Fans of Glee, High School Musical and Twilight by S. Stevens
Authors: S. Stevens
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reached toward the cooler for a beer. A strong hand clasped my wrist, stopping me. My stomach dropped through the fuzzy cloud cradling it.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”.
SADIE
(NOT LOOKING UP) DON’T YOU THINK IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS?
ALEX
SADIE, DON’T BE A JERK.
SADIE
LEAVE ME ALONE, ALEX. BESIDES, HOW MANY HAVE YOU HAD?
ALEX
THIS IS MY SECOND.
(HE MANEUVERS BETWEEN SADIE AND THE COOLER, STILL GRASPING HER WRIST.)
SADIE
WELL, THIS IS MY SECOND. WHY CAN’T I HAVE A SECOND IF YOU CAN?
ALEX
BECAUSE I WEIGH FIFTY POUNDS MORE THAN YOU, THAT’S WHY.
(ALL SIX FEET OF ALEX BLOCKS THE COOLER. SADIE CAN’T GET PAST HIM.)
SADIE
YOU CAN’T GUARD THE COOLER ALL NIGHT, ALEX. GIVE IT UP, WHY DON’T YOU?
(EXIT SADIE.)
I HEADED BACK TO THE DECK, getting even more annoyed when I heard Kristina gushing over Alex as I walked away. Who was he to tell me what to do?
Leaning over the railing, I inhaled the misty air, clearing my head a little.
“Here. We Brits aren’t as uptight about alcohol as you Yanks are.” Nigel came up behind me, popping the top of a fresh beer and handing it to me. “I’ve been drinking in the pub for years. It’s not such a big deal, you know, if it’s not forbidden. You just have to know how to pace.”
“I know how to pace,” I said angrily. “It’s not like I’m going to grow another head, or lose all sense, if I have two beers.”
“Really? Damn, I was kind of hoping you’d lose all sense, actually.” He smiled and turned up the collar of his leather jacket against the cool air, looking far too sexy for my own good.
“And why is that, Nigel? You like your women stupid?” I teased, forgetting about Alex.
“No, I just figure if you’re out of your senses, you’re more likely to let me do this.” And he kissed me. I saw it coming, but still I was surprised by how soon his warm lips were on mine. My embarrassment that he did this in front of the other people hanging on the deck evaporated when a quick sideways look showed most of them were making out too. Nigel pulled back to see what was wrong. I smiled and leaned into him, clutching the lapels of his jacket and feeling like an actor in a movie. We kissed again, and again. He smelled like leather and a musky cologne, and tasted like beer. My insides turned from simply warm to hot mush. The more he kissed me, the mushier I got.
Something wet hit my cheek, and I stupidly wondered if he had somehow spit on me. A surreptitious look revealed raindrops starting to fall, so faintly that you couldn’t see them in the sky but you could make them out in the halo around the deck’s floodlight.
His lips still on mine, Nigel opened his eyes and looked up at the rain. He laughed, and I felt the rumble through his shirt. “Blimey, it’s only rain. For a second, I thought you were drooling on me.”
“Hey, that was my line!” I giggled.
I wanted him to kiss me again, but he grabbed my hand and moved toward the back steps. “Come on, let’s go for a walk and find some shelter. Don’t forget your beer.” As we walked past the kitchen slider on the way to the back yard, I saw Adrienne trying to get my attention. I shook my head at her, pointed at Nigel behind his back and grinned. She shook her head madly and motioned for me to come in, but I ignored her. This was the best night of my life.
Two hours later, it turned into the worst night of my life. Nigel and I had continued to talk as we walked around Nick’s back yard, eventually settling under a huge oak tree. I don’t remember everything we talked about. I just remember feeling increasingly “pretty and witty”, to steal a line from West Side Story , thanks to his continued attention and the beer he kept bringing. Mid-kiss in one of our make-out sessions – “snogging” he called it -- my stomach rolled, far more than the romantic kissing called for. I pulled away from Nigel and the oak I was leaning
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”.
SADIE
(NOT LOOKING UP) DON’T YOU THINK IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS?
ALEX
SADIE, DON’T BE A JERK.
SADIE
LEAVE ME ALONE, ALEX. BESIDES, HOW MANY HAVE YOU HAD?
ALEX
THIS IS MY SECOND.
(HE MANEUVERS BETWEEN SADIE AND THE COOLER, STILL GRASPING HER WRIST.)
SADIE
WELL, THIS IS MY SECOND. WHY CAN’T I HAVE A SECOND IF YOU CAN?
ALEX
BECAUSE I WEIGH FIFTY POUNDS MORE THAN YOU, THAT’S WHY.
(ALL SIX FEET OF ALEX BLOCKS THE COOLER. SADIE CAN’T GET PAST HIM.)
SADIE
YOU CAN’T GUARD THE COOLER ALL NIGHT, ALEX. GIVE IT UP, WHY DON’T YOU?
(EXIT SADIE.)
I HEADED BACK TO THE DECK, getting even more annoyed when I heard Kristina gushing over Alex as I walked away. Who was he to tell me what to do?
Leaning over the railing, I inhaled the misty air, clearing my head a little.
“Here. We Brits aren’t as uptight about alcohol as you Yanks are.” Nigel came up behind me, popping the top of a fresh beer and handing it to me. “I’ve been drinking in the pub for years. It’s not such a big deal, you know, if it’s not forbidden. You just have to know how to pace.”
“I know how to pace,” I said angrily. “It’s not like I’m going to grow another head, or lose all sense, if I have two beers.”
“Really? Damn, I was kind of hoping you’d lose all sense, actually.” He smiled and turned up the collar of his leather jacket against the cool air, looking far too sexy for my own good.
“And why is that, Nigel? You like your women stupid?” I teased, forgetting about Alex.
“No, I just figure if you’re out of your senses, you’re more likely to let me do this.” And he kissed me. I saw it coming, but still I was surprised by how soon his warm lips were on mine. My embarrassment that he did this in front of the other people hanging on the deck evaporated when a quick sideways look showed most of them were making out too. Nigel pulled back to see what was wrong. I smiled and leaned into him, clutching the lapels of his jacket and feeling like an actor in a movie. We kissed again, and again. He smelled like leather and a musky cologne, and tasted like beer. My insides turned from simply warm to hot mush. The more he kissed me, the mushier I got.
Something wet hit my cheek, and I stupidly wondered if he had somehow spit on me. A surreptitious look revealed raindrops starting to fall, so faintly that you couldn’t see them in the sky but you could make them out in the halo around the deck’s floodlight.
His lips still on mine, Nigel opened his eyes and looked up at the rain. He laughed, and I felt the rumble through his shirt. “Blimey, it’s only rain. For a second, I thought you were drooling on me.”
“Hey, that was my line!” I giggled.
I wanted him to kiss me again, but he grabbed my hand and moved toward the back steps. “Come on, let’s go for a walk and find some shelter. Don’t forget your beer.” As we walked past the kitchen slider on the way to the back yard, I saw Adrienne trying to get my attention. I shook my head at her, pointed at Nigel behind his back and grinned. She shook her head madly and motioned for me to come in, but I ignored her. This was the best night of my life.
Two hours later, it turned into the worst night of my life. Nigel and I had continued to talk as we walked around Nick’s back yard, eventually settling under a huge oak tree. I don’t remember everything we talked about. I just remember feeling increasingly “pretty and witty”, to steal a line from West Side Story , thanks to his continued attention and the beer he kept bringing. Mid-kiss in one of our make-out sessions – “snogging” he called it -- my stomach rolled, far more than the romantic kissing called for. I pulled away from Nigel and the oak I was leaning
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