Chemistry at Bay (7/7)
Title: Chemistry at Bay (7/7)
Fandom: Real People/Gossip Girl actors/Robert Pattinson
Pairing: Ed/Leighton
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They're in the same movie but not as love interests. It was for their own good they weren't cast as opposites, the director said. Ed and Leighton think they'll be fine. They're just friends after all...right?
Notes: Thanks to Dawn for the beta, anyone you heard of doesn't belong to me, and I swear, I'm cutting my hands off after this. *headdesk* Or sliding down into Hell on a waterslide...except it's got lava so it's a lavaslide? Eh, just read!
-Banner by issa_bell
Part 7
One week later...
The tabloids were going insane now. Leighton Meester's outburst on set had made the front covers of every gossip rag, putting the Gosselin mess into a small corner on the right. A good lot of them were stretching the truth. She was not outraged because of Rob's passionate chemistry with Ed nor was she angry that Ed had knocked up Kristen Stewart with an alien child. But she could ignore those. The outpouring of ridiculous fan letters and hate mail was what she couldn't escape. Half were congratulating her for speaking her mind. The other half wanted her to fall into a crevice (or at least one letter did) and leave Ed alone. A small few were happy that she dumped Ed for Chace (although those few letters were confusing as that hadn't happened). Then there was one letter that turned out to be a Chuck/Blair porn. She read three paragraphs of it before putting it away. Good writing even if it was slightly creepy.
Now here she was, pushing aside all the tabloids. The titles of the articles were dumb and hard to take seriously. But they were selling out stands everywhere.
Leighton Meester Speaks Out: Admits Disapproval of Boyfriend's New Lover!
Leighton and Ed: Will Chuck and Blair Suffer From Lack of Chemistry?
Leighton Meester confides in Bubbles the Chimp; Secretly Longs to Be With Ed Westwick.
She had tried to read them but to no avail. Her decision was clear. She didn't want to be in this movie unless some changes were made. Until then, she would stick with easier roles. Roles that Ed would never touch and she wouldn't have to worry about faking chemistry with him. Roles where her character did not have three rhyming names and wasn't killed by being thrown in an ocean.
But the look on Ed's face when she left him there. He had been right, this wasn't her. She was far more professional. She had been more professional with Drive-Thru, which was worse than this movie. He must have been disappointed at how rude she had been. Throwing a hissy fit during a scene. Stepping on someone's foot though that person justly deserved it. It was as though Blair Waldorf had taken over and that was what she didn't want to do. She had been trying to step away from the Blair persona and be something else. Contessa Fontessa Vontessa III was no Blair Waldorf, but the role wasn't fun. Not like Blair, not like anything else. She left only because it truly felt like Hell.
And now, with Ed gaping at her as she stormed off the set, he was probably never going to speak to her again. That would ruin everything on the Gossip Girl set. No 'fake' shagging, no 'fake' kinks, no more chemistry. Perhaps the tabloids were right. Chuck and Blair were going to suffer. It was plastered right there next to the latest date escapade between Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart.
She was in the midst of reading all this Ed and Leighton fanfiction that some fans were sending in. Somehow, everyone else got them. Even people who had never met her knew what she was like. There was a lot of porn of course but they did that porn tastefully. Although, in every story, he was seducing her with his accent. Damn Ed and his British accent. He could make a mailbox bend over if he spoke to it. He was that good. He was professional. He was...everything she wasn't. He kept his cool while she lost it. He didn't complain about how ridiculous the role. He didn't even mind that his character didn't have a name but an number. No wonder they weren't together in reality. The more they got close, the further apart she felt from him.
There was a sharp rap at her door. Thinking it was Sebastian or maybe one of her friends, she put the fanfiction aside and opened it. She was slightly relieved that someone had come around. She needed to get a lot off her shoulders.
Unfortunately, the person at the door was Ed. Like her, he had a ton of fan letters in his hands. "May I come in?"
"Yeah, sure. I wasn't doing anything important. Just..." She let him and pointed to the fanfics on the ground. "I was just reading about us."
He rolled his eyes at that. "Tabloids, Leight? You believe that junk?"
"No. Ed and Leighton fanfiction." She winked. "Writers have been sending me in their stories about us. So far, I've come across three sex scenes while I give you a strip tease, two sex scenes while at a concert, one sex scene where we're drunk, and one sex scene wearing a cat suit."
He pictured her in the cat suit and smiled. "Me-ow."
"Actually, you're the one in the cat suit." She smirked. "You're described as a hot, very British, and 'dripping with sex appeal' condom."
"How...nice." He sat down and shifted through his letters. "Want to read some of mine? I got tons more today."
She blushed. Oh, they enjoyed doing this while she filmed that movie. Why would he torture her like so? "You mean you're not mad at me?"
"About what?"
"What I did last week. I ran off set, quit the whole thing, and gave no explanation. Well, not a good one." She shrugged. "I was just frustrated and unprofessional. I shouldn't have acted like that, but I hated it. I hated the lack of chemistry with you."
"...We don't have a lack of chemistry."
"Exactly. I was ruining the whole thing because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Gossip Girl is different. We're supposed to be hot when we're together. I can't be cold around you." She shook her head. "But now I'm supposed to let you sweet talk a guy and...I'm getting jealous. I thought working together would be more fun."
"So you left because you were jealous, "he concluded. "You quit."
"I'm sorry, "she apologized. "It was completely out of character. But I really didn't like the script and I thought some changes could be made. I guess that was a bad time to take a stand, huh?"
"Actually, it wasn't."
She looked up. "What do you mean?"
"It's why I came here, Leight. People have talked non-stop about you making a stand. It went on so much that it caught everyone's attention. We had to halt production because they were re-writing the script. Giving Contessa Fontessa Vontessa III a better role. Fleshing her out. More chemistry between you and me. No crazy dance scene. And no death scene, I actually save you in the end. Or rather, you save yourself and help me save the world."
"So the dance scene..."
"Is a simple dance now. A waltz between you and me."
"The revelation?"
"Happening but you handle it much better."
"...But her name's the same?" Leighton grimaced.
"You went far enough, Leight. I wouldn't push it any further." Then he looked at her, all hopeful and sweet. It was precious how he could be sexy in one second, adorable the next. "They want you back. So do I."
"You mean it about the changes?"
"Absolutely. They were right. When we're together, it's a much better script, "he agreed. "So will you consider coming back to the movie? I know they didn't change the name but...at least we get more rehearsal time."
She thought about it for a bit. Her stand worked. Her role was more fleshed out. She was going to live at the end of the movie. She got more rehearsal time with Ed. Best of all, he was not angry with her. What more could she want?
Wait a second.
"I've been looking at these stories for the past couple of days, "she said. "These people have some very good ideas for us. And I was thinking_"
"I'm not putting on a cat suit," he said firmly. "I refuse to dress like a condom."
Curses.
Lucky for her, she had a Plan B. "Well...can we rehearse a scene in the car again then?"
"Much better."
Feeling good for the first time in a long time, she kicked aside a couple of gossip rags and grabbed her things. Not that she needed any of them. They had it, they felt it...they were pure chemistry. All they needed was each other to make sparks fly.
Though 'the rehearsals' in a car were a nice bonus.
-FIN-
Final Note: And thus ends my first...and probably last...venture into RPF. Needless to say, I am glad to be through with this one. EL are quite fun with their chemistry and cuteness (and damn, why couldn't I have one photo of them together at the TCAs?! That would have led to some more inspiration!) It's one item off my shoulders and will allow me to get started with a new project (CB related, of course) and continuing "Postcards". Anyway, I'm glad that you've all enjoyed this little frappery I've come up with and thank you all for your support and comments. I might not have been able to reply to each one but rest assured, they were all read and much appreciated. &hearts
Til the next time that we cross paths!
Fandom: Real People/Gossip Girl actors/Robert Pattinson
Pairing: Ed/Leighton
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They're in the same movie but not as love interests. It was for their own good they weren't cast as opposites, the director said. Ed and Leighton think they'll be fine. They're just friends after all...right?
Notes: Thanks to Dawn for the beta, anyone you heard of doesn't belong to me, and I swear, I'm cutting my hands off after this. *headdesk* Or sliding down into Hell on a waterslide...except it's got lava so it's a lavaslide? Eh, just read!
-Banner by issa_bell
Part 7
One week later...
The tabloids were going insane now. Leighton Meester's outburst on set had made the front covers of every gossip rag, putting the Gosselin mess into a small corner on the right. A good lot of them were stretching the truth. She was not outraged because of Rob's passionate chemistry with Ed nor was she angry that Ed had knocked up Kristen Stewart with an alien child. But she could ignore those. The outpouring of ridiculous fan letters and hate mail was what she couldn't escape. Half were congratulating her for speaking her mind. The other half wanted her to fall into a crevice (or at least one letter did) and leave Ed alone. A small few were happy that she dumped Ed for Chace (although those few letters were confusing as that hadn't happened). Then there was one letter that turned out to be a Chuck/Blair porn. She read three paragraphs of it before putting it away. Good writing even if it was slightly creepy.
Now here she was, pushing aside all the tabloids. The titles of the articles were dumb and hard to take seriously. But they were selling out stands everywhere.
Leighton Meester Speaks Out: Admits Disapproval of Boyfriend's New Lover!
Leighton and Ed: Will Chuck and Blair Suffer From Lack of Chemistry?
Leighton Meester confides in Bubbles the Chimp; Secretly Longs to Be With Ed Westwick.
She had tried to read them but to no avail. Her decision was clear. She didn't want to be in this movie unless some changes were made. Until then, she would stick with easier roles. Roles that Ed would never touch and she wouldn't have to worry about faking chemistry with him. Roles where her character did not have three rhyming names and wasn't killed by being thrown in an ocean.
But the look on Ed's face when she left him there. He had been right, this wasn't her. She was far more professional. She had been more professional with Drive-Thru, which was worse than this movie. He must have been disappointed at how rude she had been. Throwing a hissy fit during a scene. Stepping on someone's foot though that person justly deserved it. It was as though Blair Waldorf had taken over and that was what she didn't want to do. She had been trying to step away from the Blair persona and be something else. Contessa Fontessa Vontessa III was no Blair Waldorf, but the role wasn't fun. Not like Blair, not like anything else. She left only because it truly felt like Hell.
And now, with Ed gaping at her as she stormed off the set, he was probably never going to speak to her again. That would ruin everything on the Gossip Girl set. No 'fake' shagging, no 'fake' kinks, no more chemistry. Perhaps the tabloids were right. Chuck and Blair were going to suffer. It was plastered right there next to the latest date escapade between Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart.
She was in the midst of reading all this Ed and Leighton fanfiction that some fans were sending in. Somehow, everyone else got them. Even people who had never met her knew what she was like. There was a lot of porn of course but they did that porn tastefully. Although, in every story, he was seducing her with his accent. Damn Ed and his British accent. He could make a mailbox bend over if he spoke to it. He was that good. He was professional. He was...everything she wasn't. He kept his cool while she lost it. He didn't complain about how ridiculous the role. He didn't even mind that his character didn't have a name but an number. No wonder they weren't together in reality. The more they got close, the further apart she felt from him.
There was a sharp rap at her door. Thinking it was Sebastian or maybe one of her friends, she put the fanfiction aside and opened it. She was slightly relieved that someone had come around. She needed to get a lot off her shoulders.
Unfortunately, the person at the door was Ed. Like her, he had a ton of fan letters in his hands. "May I come in?"
"Yeah, sure. I wasn't doing anything important. Just..." She let him and pointed to the fanfics on the ground. "I was just reading about us."
He rolled his eyes at that. "Tabloids, Leight? You believe that junk?"
"No. Ed and Leighton fanfiction." She winked. "Writers have been sending me in their stories about us. So far, I've come across three sex scenes while I give you a strip tease, two sex scenes while at a concert, one sex scene where we're drunk, and one sex scene wearing a cat suit."
He pictured her in the cat suit and smiled. "Me-ow."
"Actually, you're the one in the cat suit." She smirked. "You're described as a hot, very British, and 'dripping with sex appeal' condom."
"How...nice." He sat down and shifted through his letters. "Want to read some of mine? I got tons more today."
She blushed. Oh, they enjoyed doing this while she filmed that movie. Why would he torture her like so? "You mean you're not mad at me?"
"About what?"
"What I did last week. I ran off set, quit the whole thing, and gave no explanation. Well, not a good one." She shrugged. "I was just frustrated and unprofessional. I shouldn't have acted like that, but I hated it. I hated the lack of chemistry with you."
"...We don't have a lack of chemistry."
"Exactly. I was ruining the whole thing because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Gossip Girl is different. We're supposed to be hot when we're together. I can't be cold around you." She shook her head. "But now I'm supposed to let you sweet talk a guy and...I'm getting jealous. I thought working together would be more fun."
"So you left because you were jealous, "he concluded. "You quit."
"I'm sorry, "she apologized. "It was completely out of character. But I really didn't like the script and I thought some changes could be made. I guess that was a bad time to take a stand, huh?"
"Actually, it wasn't."
She looked up. "What do you mean?"
"It's why I came here, Leight. People have talked non-stop about you making a stand. It went on so much that it caught everyone's attention. We had to halt production because they were re-writing the script. Giving Contessa Fontessa Vontessa III a better role. Fleshing her out. More chemistry between you and me. No crazy dance scene. And no death scene, I actually save you in the end. Or rather, you save yourself and help me save the world."
"So the dance scene..."
"Is a simple dance now. A waltz between you and me."
"The revelation?"
"Happening but you handle it much better."
"...But her name's the same?" Leighton grimaced.
"You went far enough, Leight. I wouldn't push it any further." Then he looked at her, all hopeful and sweet. It was precious how he could be sexy in one second, adorable the next. "They want you back. So do I."
"You mean it about the changes?"
"Absolutely. They were right. When we're together, it's a much better script, "he agreed. "So will you consider coming back to the movie? I know they didn't change the name but...at least we get more rehearsal time."
She thought about it for a bit. Her stand worked. Her role was more fleshed out. She was going to live at the end of the movie. She got more rehearsal time with Ed. Best of all, he was not angry with her. What more could she want?
Wait a second.
"I've been looking at these stories for the past couple of days, "she said. "These people have some very good ideas for us. And I was thinking_"
"I'm not putting on a cat suit," he said firmly. "I refuse to dress like a condom."
Curses.
Lucky for her, she had a Plan B. "Well...can we rehearse a scene in the car again then?"
"Much better."
Feeling good for the first time in a long time, she kicked aside a couple of gossip rags and grabbed her things. Not that she needed any of them. They had it, they felt it...they were pure chemistry. All they needed was each other to make sparks fly.
Though 'the rehearsals' in a car were a nice bonus.
-FIN-
Final Note: And thus ends my first...and probably last...venture into RPF. Needless to say, I am glad to be through with this one. EL are quite fun with their chemistry and cuteness (and damn, why couldn't I have one photo of them together at the TCAs?! That would have led to some more inspiration!) It's one item off my shoulders and will allow me to get started with a new project (CB related, of course) and continuing "Postcards". Anyway, I'm glad that you've all enjoyed this little frappery I've come up with and thank you all for your support and comments. I might not have been able to reply to each one but rest assured, they were all read and much appreciated. &hearts
Til the next time that we cross paths!