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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 12 2005, 10:34 AM (44 Views) | |
| Tiff | Feb 12 2005, 10:34 AM Post #1 |
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Scene opens on Bill and Sam both sitting in close proximity to a hotel television, Bill on the couch and Sam on the floor. Sam is franticly pushing buttons on a PS2 controller, turning it every which way in hopes that will have some effect on the game (yes, I do that even though I know it does no good). Bill also has a controller in his hands but he’s not at all frantic about his button pressing. After a few moments Sam drops the controller and looks up at Bill. Sam: You just killed me?! BK: Hey, but look; there’s blood. You like blood, always comin’ in all covered in it… Sam points to the television. Sam: You kicked me off a tower…like…thing! BK: Hey, it was your idea. I warned you. Sam: This is true. Sam stands up and turns off the PS2 then takes a seat beside Bill on the couch. Sam: That was kinda fun though. Bill gives her a weird look. BK: I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Sam: Why did I get the weird look first? BK: Well you sat there and bitched, and suddenly you’re happy. Sam: That was playful bitching… Bill shakes his head. BK: You’re acting peppy today. Sam shrugs. Sam: I’m just really happy that I have a different match this week. It’s not me, Elrick and Torrie. I’m actually looking forward to my match. BK: I’m happy for ya. I’m not really sure why you’re so excited, I mean it’s not all that different from when you tagged with Torrie. Sam: As long as it’s not Torrie herself I’m happy. Kennedy has to be better than Torrie, no one else is that bad. BK: I didn’t think it was an issue of talent, but whatever. Sam: Torrie’s lack of talent was part of why I hated tagging with her, not all of it but defiantly part. She wasn’t going to get anywhere on her own, so she was riding my wins. Kennedy is at least talented enough to get somewhere on her own. BK: Makes sense then. Sam: I’m going to have to keep Baron locked up in his cage all week, with Kevin playing babysitter. I’d rather not let Swytch get his hands on Baron…I like my ferret. BK: Yeah, that guy’s pretty crazy. He’s killed, what, a cat and a rat and a spider and a fly and the old lady. Sam laughs. The both sit there in silence for a few minutes then Sam lifts one of Bill’s arms and crawls under it so she ends up straddling his thighs facing him. She then takes her index fingers and pushes the corners of his mouth into a smile. Sam: There, that’s better. BK: Wha...What are we doin here? Sam moves her fingers when Bill starts to talk. Sam: A smile increases your face value. BK: Have you seen this face? My face value is very high, thank you. Sam smiles and runs the tips of a few fingers down the side of Bill’s face, tracing his jaw line. Sam: Yeah, you have a point. BK: Of course I do. Sam: Something’s…off…What’s bothering you? BK: Eh, it’s the match with Lobo. I tired out too quickly, I panicked, and now I can only lay claim to half my championship. Sam places a kiss on Bill’s forehead. Sam: I really don’t know what to say about that. I could tell you that you’ll do better next time but that just doesn’t seem like right, I can offer to train with you anytime you want but I’m not as good as he is so that’s not really helping you either… Sam trails off because she really has no idea what is the right thing to say. BK: Yeah I know. I’ve been thinking of maybe finding someone to train me. Sam nods. Sam: That’s probably a good idea. The two of them just sit there for a few more minute, neither know what else to say on this topic. Sam: I’ve not heard anything else from my Dad, but my brother has called me three times. BK: They still mad because I’m too blackalicious for them? Sam: From what Allen tells me most of Elk City is mad…though my brother does tend to exaggerate things. Bill lifts Sam’s chin a bit so that they are eye to eye. BK: Are you happy? Sam smiles. Sam: Of course I am. BK: Then I don’t see what the problem is. I could get plastic surgery and look like Micheal Jackson if he’d prefer. Sam laughs and shakes her head no. Sam: It’s just odd for me to have my entire family against who I’m dating. Daddy always had a problem with everyone, all two of them. Even in middle school he was weird about me going to dances. Mom normally talked him back into sanity, Allen has either never cared or just never said anything….Now their all saying things and none of them nice. The only one that shocks me though is Allen. BK: Yeah. I mean, no offence, but where exactly does he get room to talk? Sam: He says that he’s never dated anyone that wasn’t white…I reminded him that they are all guys these days and he just said that has nothing to do with it. BK: I never really understood that anyway. If one of them gets tanned are they suddenly un-datable? Sam shrugs and decides that it’s time to run her fingers through Bill’s hair, so she does that from front to back, kinda scratching his head while she goes. Sam: Knowing my brother…they just might be un dateable if they get too tan. He goes through more men than anyone I know. BK: So has your family always been like that? Sam: Like what? BK: You know… bigots. Sam: It’s never really come up until now, there really weren’t any other races around and neither Allen or I was ever dating one before… BK: I suppose that’s people. Bill shrugs and Sam nods. Sam: You know, Valentines Day is Monday…Uh…Do we have plans…? BK: I have plans. Sam: You do? BK: Yeah. Sam looks confused…and maybe a little worried, she stops messing with his hair and just looks at him for a second. BK: With you! I’ve just not told you about them yet. Sam smiles again, worried look leaving her face. Sam: Oh? BK: Yep. Bill nods. Sam: What we doing then? BK: What is today? Sam: It’s the 12th. BK: And when’s Valentines Day? Sam: The 14th. BK: Then it’s not time for you to know yet is it? Sam makes a pouty face. Bill laughs. BK: What? You want me to ruin the surprise? Sam: No, I guess not. BK: There you go then. Sam sighs. Sam: Can we talk about something kind of… semi-serious? BK: No. I refuse to speak of anything serious. We can only talk about the dog-monkeys from outer space. Sam moves her hands inward and curls her fingers. Sam: I’ll tickle you. BK: Damn women, always ticklin’. Fine, fine. What’s up? Sam moves her hands back and starts messing with the little space in-between his pecs. Sam: Are you waiting on me to… … Sam wheels her hand in that motion people make when they want the other person to finish their sentence because it’s too uncomfortable to continue. BK: Ahhhh, the sexin’. Yeah, actually, I kinda was. I mean, girls who’ve found themselves in the situations you have don’t exactly hop on the good foot and do the bad thing right quick. It’s not like you’ve had a great history of boyfriends, I mean. So I was waitin’ until you were comfortable enough with me, since it’s not like I need any reassurance. Bill half-shrugs. BK: But don’t… don’t think I was hesitating for any other reason. Self-loathing does absolutely nothing for me. Sam smiles and kinda nods. Sam: I… I was kinda wondering. She shrugs. BK: It’s cool, Sam. Don’t get all nervous about it. No need to, after all. Not like it’s your first time- -er… first positive time. Sam snuggles against his chest, draping her arms about his shoulders. She sighs softly, smiling, nuzzling into the warmth of his body. Bill places his arms at the small of her back and holds her tight. The cute seen is suddenly broken with a snicker from Bill. Sam pulls her head back and looks around, curious and amused. Sam: What? BK: Bet your dad and your brother just had heart attacks. Their little, pure, Sammie having sex-talk with the Japanese jigaboo. Sam: Actually, I bet Allen’s gonna wanna know about the things I wouldn’t tell Kevin. Bill shrugs and looks at the camera. BK: It’s like the Titanic covered in tan skin. They share a laugh, but Bill feels the need to go on. BK: And it’s prehensile. I can open jars of pickles with it. Sam: And hold open doors! The laughing gets all full-blown, and we get to see them teary-eyed and red-faced from a good laugh that can only be duplicated by finding “underage cock”, “my boobies”, and “star wars porn” in your search registry for NO reason. Trust me, it’s funny. BK: Ohhhh, Sammie. Tell ya what, babe. Bill Kuriyama’ll make the first move in that ballpark. But not tonight. ‘Cuz that’d be too… y’know. Easy. Like cheating at Candy Land. Sam nods. Sam: All right. BK: Can you wait? I mean, is your port ready for the good ship Kuriyamapop? Sam laughs and shakes her head, rubbing her face as if to blot out the subsequent singing. BK: Where bum-bums plaaaaay! On the shores of a pecker-mint baaay~! Aw, that’s cutely obscene. Sam puts her fingers to his lips; a public service. Sam: That was cute. But to answer your question; yes, and yeah. Bill looks at her like a fat kid looks at the word “diet”. Confusion and a bit of fear. Sam: Yes I’m ready, but yeah it can wait. BK: Ahhhhh so. Very well then. Until that time, I believe I owe you… Bill remembers the camera and coughs. BK: Wink wink, nudge nudge? Sam: Ah! Yeah, I think you might. Bill nods. BK: Cameraman! Out with you. Bill Kuriyama’s got bidness to attend to. The cameraman quickly makes his way into the hall, and the scene fades to the sound of a door slam. |
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