terrapinshell | fanfic: Trynna Catch Me Ridin' Dirty (Reply)

This is so cracked out. I love it, NEGL.

Title: Trynna Catch Me Ridin' Dirty
Fandom: British actor RPF. (If you saw Nanny McPhee, Inkheart, or Nowhere Boy you might recognize the actors, but otherwise you are screwed. I write for some pretty obscure actors sometimes. :/)
Characters/Pairings: Thomas Sangster/Eliza Bennett
Rating: PG
A/N: This story could never have been written without the song Ridin' or a sense of humor. Therefore, for the best reading experience, listen to the song and then come armed with a funny bone.

Tom looked up, aimed, and threw. The rock hit the window with a sharp crack and bounced off.

Eliza was wakened by a hard sound very abruptly. Her eyes popped open and she twitched all over, pulling the sheets closer for protection.

No response came from the house. Tom tried again.

This time Eliza was fully awake. She caught the rock's impact out of the corner of her eye and turned, just in time to watch it fall away. She rushed to the window, staring confused into the darkness.

And there she was. It occurred to Thomas that this was just like a fairy tale — the princess in the tower, the suitor calling up for her attention in the middle of the night.

Or like Romeo and Juliet, he thought. Except her parents don't hate me. At least, I hope they don't.

"Hey!" Thomas yelled up. "Down here!"

She saw him, and he tilted his head to his car, questioning.

She looked at the clock. It was one-thirty in the morning.

Eliza stood and went to put on her jeans.

Half an hour later, they were sitting in the only ice cream shop open at such an ungodly hour (Eliza's idea). It was deep in the city, small and graffitied, and they were the only customers.
The game was to decide whose career was better, and the loser would pay for the food.

Rap Mode was imminent.

"Bitch, you think I ain't got a house?" Eliza laughed at just how white Tom really was. "I got two, how you like that?"

And she was actually impressed. She propped her chin on her hands and asked, "Two? How do you manage that?"

"I'm like Christopher Walken. I just take tons of cameos and minor roles in giant films, and I get paid for that, shawty." Thomas quirked one eyebrow suggestively, exuding the effortless style of a true pimp. Their ice cream sat melting and forgotten.

Professional badass, thought Eliza, and she almost said it. "Not bad."

She leaned back in the booth, tilting her chin upward with a challenging yet relaxed face, arched eyebrows to match Tom's. A silent moment passed, and then she prepared to set out the ace he couldn't match.

"But of course, you haven't acted with Helen Mirren, have you?"

Damn, thought Tom. I almost had it.

Looking down into his bowl, he shook his head resignedly, his face stretched into a soundless, smirking laugh. "You win."

What Eliza didn't know, but probably could have guessed, was that Thomas still would have paid for everything whether he had lost or not.

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P.S. (Thomas Sangster actually does own two houses — according to a fansite, anyway. There isn't a lot known about his personal life, so I have no way of knowing if it's true or not.)