Across The Pond
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wl_fanfictionHello all, here is the first chapter of our first fan fiction. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it ^_^ Comments would be very much appreciated, good or bad.
Title: Across The Pond
Chapter(s): 1
Pairing : Greg/Josie
Rating: PG
Words: Chapter 1 - 740
Summary: Greg reflects on his past with Josie.
Disclaimer: We own nothing, except the story. This did not happen, as it is purely a fanfic.
Clive had just finished introducing everyone. He ended with the not so witty line: "The overdue, but not too much overweight Mike McShane." I hated it when people made fat jokes towards Mike. He's a great guy and a good friend, in fact, also the reason I was seated on that stage.
I was nearest the sarcastic host. Also joining Mike and I were "Back again over my dead body, Tony Slattery" A short Brit wearing a greay suit and a floral tie. I had to admit, even I didn't own a tie that flamboyant, even at that time.
To my immediate left sat "from the comedy store players, the overwhelming Josie Lawrence." Well, Clive had certainly gotten that bit right. She was wearing a blue flowery blouse, which complimented her slim, feminine figure nicely. She also donned black, flared trousers and the most interesting pair of earrings. Large purple hoops, giving her a sense of fun. Her long, brown curls were tied into an elegant ponytail with a ribbon.
With a smile like hers, I could have quite happily played no games that evening. Just watching her radiant grin instead would've been fine by me. Still, we pressed on. The games of my first "Whose Line Is It Anyway" episode flashed by, with me trying desperatley to catch her eye. Her interest it seemed, was solely on Tony. I began to wonder whether it was worth my time trying to get her attention, yet some inexplicable feeling welled from within and pushed me on.
Mike was on top form during "Songstyles". He always did have a powerful voice, the sort you just find yourself subconsciously tapping your toes to. Josie, well, she has the most amazing voice too. She managed to not only make up a totally different song to Mike, but did it in a French accent too. I found myself completely captivated with every note that passed through those beautiful lips, quivering in the air, delighting my eardrums.
Still, she wouldn't make eye contact with me. What is it with sodding Brits? "World's Worst" however, changed everything. It was a good suggestion. (World's worst person to be stuck on a desert island with). Finally, a giggle escaped her mouth with me pretending to play hide and seek with someone who won't participate. The laugh was sweet and high-pitched, warm and reassuring me that she was not laughing out of spite, but genuinally finding me funny.
As I stepped back up to my place next to her, our eyes locked just for the briefest of seconds before she looked away again. I caught a glimpse of the most gorgeous brown I have ever seen in my life. Why couldn't she have looked at me for at least another minute or two so that I could take in every detail of the spectrum of brown her eyes withheld?
Things carried on looking up as the games progressed. I caught her attention with my overenthusiastic rap dance and she even whooped at the end of my song. "'cause they want to taste my big hot dog." It lowered the tone a bit, true, but hey, the English seem to love that.
Finally after playing explanation with Mike she spoke to me. Her accent was beautiful, her tone of voice soft and gentle compared to her theatre voice. I'll admit, it made my heart flutter as I gaped into her eyes longingly once more, drinking the image of her in. Should I have taken the chance then and asked her out? Well I didn't. I kept my mouth shut just in caseI had misread the signals she was sending me.
In "American Musical", her singing voice went through me once more, filling me with untold confidence. I swaggered onto the stage, sad to have to hear her stop for my inferior voice. I began warbling about frosting, as a bummed out French chef.
Suprisingly though, she seemed considerabley impressed by my voice also. My attention was distracted temporarily with thinking up song lyrics, so I didn't even see her float across the stage next t me. A waft of the most tantalizing perfume I had ever smelt alerted me to her presence. She made me nervous standing there and, well, I messed up the last little bit. Still it gave the audience a cheap laugh and me a chance to touch her. Pull her close. My hand encircled that slim waist and...
i grunted as a bright light blazed across my face.
Title: Across The Pond
Chapter(s): 1
Pairing : Greg/Josie
Rating: PG
Words: Chapter 1 - 740
Summary: Greg reflects on his past with Josie.
Disclaimer: We own nothing, except the story. This did not happen, as it is purely a fanfic.
Clive had just finished introducing everyone. He ended with the not so witty line: "The overdue, but not too much overweight Mike McShane." I hated it when people made fat jokes towards Mike. He's a great guy and a good friend, in fact, also the reason I was seated on that stage.
I was nearest the sarcastic host. Also joining Mike and I were "Back again over my dead body, Tony Slattery" A short Brit wearing a greay suit and a floral tie. I had to admit, even I didn't own a tie that flamboyant, even at that time.
To my immediate left sat "from the comedy store players, the overwhelming Josie Lawrence." Well, Clive had certainly gotten that bit right. She was wearing a blue flowery blouse, which complimented her slim, feminine figure nicely. She also donned black, flared trousers and the most interesting pair of earrings. Large purple hoops, giving her a sense of fun. Her long, brown curls were tied into an elegant ponytail with a ribbon.
With a smile like hers, I could have quite happily played no games that evening. Just watching her radiant grin instead would've been fine by me. Still, we pressed on. The games of my first "Whose Line Is It Anyway" episode flashed by, with me trying desperatley to catch her eye. Her interest it seemed, was solely on Tony. I began to wonder whether it was worth my time trying to get her attention, yet some inexplicable feeling welled from within and pushed me on.
Mike was on top form during "Songstyles". He always did have a powerful voice, the sort you just find yourself subconsciously tapping your toes to. Josie, well, she has the most amazing voice too. She managed to not only make up a totally different song to Mike, but did it in a French accent too. I found myself completely captivated with every note that passed through those beautiful lips, quivering in the air, delighting my eardrums.
Still, she wouldn't make eye contact with me. What is it with sodding Brits? "World's Worst" however, changed everything. It was a good suggestion. (World's worst person to be stuck on a desert island with). Finally, a giggle escaped her mouth with me pretending to play hide and seek with someone who won't participate. The laugh was sweet and high-pitched, warm and reassuring me that she was not laughing out of spite, but genuinally finding me funny.
As I stepped back up to my place next to her, our eyes locked just for the briefest of seconds before she looked away again. I caught a glimpse of the most gorgeous brown I have ever seen in my life. Why couldn't she have looked at me for at least another minute or two so that I could take in every detail of the spectrum of brown her eyes withheld?
Things carried on looking up as the games progressed. I caught her attention with my overenthusiastic rap dance and she even whooped at the end of my song. "'cause they want to taste my big hot dog." It lowered the tone a bit, true, but hey, the English seem to love that.
Finally after playing explanation with Mike she spoke to me. Her accent was beautiful, her tone of voice soft and gentle compared to her theatre voice. I'll admit, it made my heart flutter as I gaped into her eyes longingly once more, drinking the image of her in. Should I have taken the chance then and asked her out? Well I didn't. I kept my mouth shut just in caseI had misread the signals she was sending me.
In "American Musical", her singing voice went through me once more, filling me with untold confidence. I swaggered onto the stage, sad to have to hear her stop for my inferior voice. I began warbling about frosting, as a bummed out French chef.
Suprisingly though, she seemed considerabley impressed by my voice also. My attention was distracted temporarily with thinking up song lyrics, so I didn't even see her float across the stage next t me. A waft of the most tantalizing perfume I had ever smelt alerted me to her presence. She made me nervous standing there and, well, I messed up the last little bit. Still it gave the audience a cheap laugh and me a chance to touch her. Pull her close. My hand encircled that slim waist and...
i grunted as a bright light blazed across my face.
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