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tavaresg — Fire and Ice
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Published: 2011-12-16 00:34:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 2378; Favourites: 49; Downloads: 0
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Damien , Rochelle, Amanda and Josh sit around a square table near an open balcony at a quiet 50's style restaurant.Amanda: (looks around) Boy, you'd think, with a name like Bertolli's It'd look more like an Italian restaurant.
Josh: Looks can be deceiving. The food's Italian enough, though.
Damien: Soooo... How'd you two meet?
Amanda and Josh look at each other. Rochelle places her head on her clasped hands and leans forward.
Amanda: Actually, this is a blind date. We never knew each other before tonight.
Josh: Yeah...
Amanda: ...And, it was supposed to be a double date, but I think I may have been set up... (looks at Josh)
Josh: Hey babe (puts hands up) I know nothing about it.
Rochelle raises an eyebrow.
Josh: I met your girlfriend when she and my boy hooked up and then they set up this little escapade. I'm just as shocked, babe.
Damien and Rochelle: ...Hm... (look at each other)
Rochelle: Well, hopefully, your evening has worked out for you so far.
Amanda: Well... What about you two? This a casual evening, or...
Damien: Oh, me and Rochelle go way back.
Amanda: Oh...Really...?(looking at Damien) How far?
Damien: High-school.
Rochelle: (snickers) Well- Before you left early for college, that is, 'D'.
Damien: I would've kept in touch if you'd asked, 'Chelle.
Amanda: Oh! (fakes a laugh) Nicknames... How... cute...
Josh: This music's lame. (gets up) You guys don't mind if I go inside to see if there's anything else in the box?
Amanda: No problem.
Josh walks into the restaurant towards the jukebox.
Rochelle: You two don't mind if I freshen up a bit?
Damien: No problem.
Rochelle gets up.
Damien and Amanda sit alone together at the table.
Amanda: ...Sooooooo....
Joshes reflection shines back at him from the jukebox. His reflected gaze looks focused as he peers down at the playlist. Suddenly, his form in the glass is wreathed in green. The deep emerald of Rochelle's dress consumes the mirrored image of Josh's face. Without looking up or back he smiles.
Josh: (still searching) It's not what you think, Ms. Kitty.
Rochelle: (leaning against with her back to the jukebox.)
... And how do you know what I think?
Josh: I've known you long enough to know how suspicious you are about acquaintances. Friends, family... lovers... Teammates...
Rochelle: Ex-lovers... Ex-teammates.
Josh: Ouch! That's twice I've been stung tonight.
Rochelle: Cut the bullshit-
Josh: Chill out, hot head.
Rochelle: Oh, You haven't seen me hot, frosty.
Josh: Why can't this just be a simple coincidence?
Rochelle: Now I know you're hiding something. There are no coincidences with us, Josh. We both learned that a long time ago. Besides, your body language gave you away the instant I saw you. What are you up to?
Josh: You know me, Rochelle. I'm one of the good guys.
Rochelle: Josh... After that last time... After what they did... What you let them do... I don't know what side to believe in anymore. as far as I'm concerned, you're all the same to me.
Josh: Fair enough. So, what? You gonna get at me here, now? 'Cause I don't know what you're thinking, but, I aint no push over, Cat. Since I've joined them, they've helped me reach depths I never would have dreamed of before. Things won't be the same as they were when you and I were together.
Rochelle: Then, hopefully you can at least keep up with me now...
A nearby glass of water begins to boil...
Rochelle: I know you are up to something. It's just fortune that I happened to see you. You're lucky I also happen to know you. But, you're wrong if you you think I will just ignore you... I'll be watching you, Josh.
Rochelle walks away. Josh's eyes scan her as she leaves. He smiles as ice crystals formed on the glass of the jukebox begin to melt.
