Chemistry Out Of Nothing At All (1/?)
Title: Chemistry Out of Nothing At All
Fandom: Gossip Girl/RPF/RPattz bonus!
Pairing: Ed/Leighton
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The sequel to "Chemistry at Bay". Now that Leighton is back on set, things should be better for her and Ed. However, not everyone is starting to think that...
Notes: Thanks to Dawn for beta-ing and dealing with my whining. EL don't belong to me and neither does RPattz. If they did, they'd be married with 2.5 children and living in a castle with unicorns and flying toast. EL, that is. Not RPattz. He'd be staying with me :P And the lyrics are by Jim Steinman and sung by Air Supply. Ah, 80s. You were gone so soon.
Banner by issa_bell
Part 1
"Want to read the letters again?"
Leighton Meester looked up to find a pile of papers in between her and Ed Westwick. Fanmail. Some hate mail. And some mail that made no sense whatsoever. For a second, she wasn't sure why they were doing this in a car. All the activities in the world and she was reading mail with her costar. So much for rehearsal.
"Only the funny ones, "she suggested. "Find all the marriage proposals and death threats. I'm sure we got ten of those."
"Ten marriage proposals? I beg to differ."
She smiled at him yet everything felt uncomfortable and she couldn't understand why. If there was a time to be uncomfortable, it was last week. She and Ed had signed up for a movie that was supposedly going to be a hit in the summer. Robert Pattinson of the Twilight fame would be co-starring with them. The title sounded interesting: The Dance Never Dies. Ed got to play a Bond type character, which was all kinds of appealing. When she got cast as the female lead, all seemed well. Then she read the script.
The first problem had been how weak and dependent her character was. She paled in comparison next to everyone on Gossip Girl. Second came her inability to do the tango properly. While Ed was praised throughout rehearsals, Leighton was yelled at for 'not having enough chemistry.' And that led to the third problem. She and Ed were not supposed to have chemistry aside from that dance. The reason for the lack of chemistry was the fact that Ed's character was gay and in love with Robert Pattinson's character. Not that she had anything against this idea, but how it was executed was terrible. It frustrated her to the point that she walked off set. It took a week before Ed came back with good news: changes had been made to the script and they wanted her back. She accepted it with the condition she and Ed got rehearsal time. And a reason to use all that good chemistry.
Yet they weren't using any of it now.
Despite being happy with the changes, despite finally getting time with Ed to rehearse, Leighton was still not ready to start. The car was not helping. The cold air running through did not cool her down. Even the new script, which was better than the old, wasn't helping either of them. No matter how happy this news made her, it wasn't enough to make her rehearse.
The name remained the same. Contessa Fontessa Vontessa III. They didn't even bother to drop the III at the end of it. So the script would still be silly, just not like before. Ed's character was still going to be gay and in love with Rob's character. It seemed like all the good stuff was going to be wasted. Miss Vontessa now had a backbone but she still wasn't getting the man.
Right now, instead of rehearsing, they had made three piles for their letters: fan mail, hate mail, and unsure of sanity. Unsure of sanity was currently winning with the largest pile.
"Listen to this one." He opened up a new letter from the fans. "The game is up, Sexlips. I know your true identity. One day, I will find you and capture you with my...Pokeball?! What the_"
"And I thought the ones accusing you of cheating on Chace were bad." She shook her head. "Or those willing to drown in the ocean for you. What else is Pokemon girl saying?"
"Pokemon boy actually. He claims I'm really a rare Pokemon named Kutchu and has plans of...evolving me." He held up the letter for her. Sure enough, the letter was signed by someone named Pokemon Carl. There was also a drawing of what looked like a Jigglypuff or Wigglytuff or one of those other puffy Pokemon. "Throw it or keep it?"
"Put it in the 'unsure of sanity' pile, "she suggested. They had gone from trying to rehearse to reading fan letters and fanfiction. Right now, she was getting further in the 'Ed dressed in a catsuit and seduces Leight' fanfic. It was very sexy. Odd but sexy. Right now, Ed was slinking up to her like "the sexy British leather condom that he was portraying". That alone made her want to read the rest.
"New hate mail, "he said. "You ugly, fat son of a bitch, how could you leave Chace like that? He is gorgeous and more talented than you. You don't deserve him! You make me puke! Call me!" He waved the crumpled paper in the air. "Unsure of sanity again?"
"Most definitely." The hate mail pretty much rolled off their backs now. Leighton herself got a huge surge of it when she walked off the set of The Dance Never Dies. Most of it came from girls who called her a bitch for hurting 'Eddie and Robbie's feelings'. They were all harmless though. Someone yelled at her on the street and one girl cried but that was it.
"Marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me." Ed went on reading.
"You got four marriage proposals?"
"No, it's all in one letter. See?" Sure enough, it wasn't just four proposals but those two words scrawled all over the letter. "Fan mail or unsure of sanity?"
"Fan mail, "she decided. The poor girl couldn't be blamed for anything. At least those two words made more sense than some paragraphs people wrote.
As Ed shuffled through the mail, she tried to continue reading the hot fanfic of Ed in the catsuit. People had wild imaginations when it came to them. Though they didn't have many verbs for her actions besides purring and murmuring and whispering. Evidently, Ed made her vocal cords go down. Not to mention, they were making love to 80's music. Snickering to herself, she read the lyrics to "Making Love Out of Nothing At All" out loud.
"I know just how to whisper and I know just to how to cry. I know just where to find the answers and I know just how to lie."
"That's fantastic, love, "he said, still reading his letters. "Great. Another one wants me to stop cheating on Chace with Rob."
"Want to stop reading those and listen to some music instead? Our 'unsure of sanity' pile is getting too big." She pointed to the teetering tower of letters. He nodded, but didn't look up as she turned on the ignition and then the radio. As luck would have it, the car was stuck on an 80's radio station. But the song that came on next was even more shocking.
Everytime I see you, all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair.
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight.
"Oh my God! I don't believe it!" She laughed. Air Supply from the fanfic was now on the radio. Namely the song that she had been thinking about and reading.
"What?" He still didn't look up. However, he was listening to the music and moving his head up and down. They were sitting in silence, listening to the lyrics.
The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you.
You can the darkness at the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright
I gotta follow it cause everything I know
Well, it's nothing til I give it to you
"This is dancing music, "she explained. "It was also in the story I was reading. We were dancing before we were doing it. And you were still wearing that catsuit."
"Wonderful, "he sighed.
"We don't dance much in this movie, do we?"
"Only once." Then he dropped the letter he was reading and took her hand. He felt so soft as he rubbed her fingers. "We should start rehearsing. We wasted too much time."
"I know."
Yet they couldn't rehearse. The more they listened to the music, the more they just wanted to be here. Her eyes were now locked on his, wishing that he could be hers. Even for one second, she wanted him to be hers. No worries about boyfriends and girlfriends. No worries from the gossip rags and paparazzi. Just the two of them together, doing what they did best.
But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl?
"We need another dance, "he said. "We do good with dances."
"Chuck and Blair have epic dances, "she murmured. "Except for prom. I wish I got the chance? to dance with you in the prom episode."
"Me too, "he admitted. Then he pulled her closer to him and she closed her eyes. She was so tired from reading fanfics and letters. In his arms was a perfect place to rest for a few minutes. From the look on his face, she could tell that he was also exhausted. Reading all the hate mail or deciphering the unsure of sanity could not have been fun. He snuggled up with her and put his chin on top her head. He was gentle though as he rested on her.
So it was no rehearsal tonight. They were probably going into work completely unprepared. Robert would be horrified at how bad they were doing. The director would burst out into tears. The fans would be crawling all over them and gaping in awe at how terrible they were.
But dammit, it was totally going to be worth it.
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love...out of nothing at all
TBC...
~ ~ ~
Note: I was not planning to make a sequel but...damn triple rhyming names and crazy fans. Damn EL and their amazing chemistry. Damn the 80s and Air Supply. Is there anything I'm not damning right now? We'll see. Anyway, I can't wait to write out the next parts of this fic and the rest of the ones I'm working on. Hope you all enjoy this.
Fandom: Gossip Girl/RPF/RPattz bonus!
Pairing: Ed/Leighton
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The sequel to "Chemistry at Bay". Now that Leighton is back on set, things should be better for her and Ed. However, not everyone is starting to think that...
Notes: Thanks to Dawn for beta-ing and dealing with my whining. EL don't belong to me and neither does RPattz. If they did, they'd be married with 2.5 children and living in a castle with unicorns and flying toast. EL, that is. Not RPattz. He'd be staying with me :P And the lyrics are by Jim Steinman and sung by Air Supply. Ah, 80s. You were gone so soon.
Banner by issa_bell
Part 1
"Want to read the letters again?"
Leighton Meester looked up to find a pile of papers in between her and Ed Westwick. Fanmail. Some hate mail. And some mail that made no sense whatsoever. For a second, she wasn't sure why they were doing this in a car. All the activities in the world and she was reading mail with her costar. So much for rehearsal.
"Only the funny ones, "she suggested. "Find all the marriage proposals and death threats. I'm sure we got ten of those."
"Ten marriage proposals? I beg to differ."
She smiled at him yet everything felt uncomfortable and she couldn't understand why. If there was a time to be uncomfortable, it was last week. She and Ed had signed up for a movie that was supposedly going to be a hit in the summer. Robert Pattinson of the Twilight fame would be co-starring with them. The title sounded interesting: The Dance Never Dies. Ed got to play a Bond type character, which was all kinds of appealing. When she got cast as the female lead, all seemed well. Then she read the script.
The first problem had been how weak and dependent her character was. She paled in comparison next to everyone on Gossip Girl. Second came her inability to do the tango properly. While Ed was praised throughout rehearsals, Leighton was yelled at for 'not having enough chemistry.' And that led to the third problem. She and Ed were not supposed to have chemistry aside from that dance. The reason for the lack of chemistry was the fact that Ed's character was gay and in love with Robert Pattinson's character. Not that she had anything against this idea, but how it was executed was terrible. It frustrated her to the point that she walked off set. It took a week before Ed came back with good news: changes had been made to the script and they wanted her back. She accepted it with the condition she and Ed got rehearsal time. And a reason to use all that good chemistry.
Yet they weren't using any of it now.
Despite being happy with the changes, despite finally getting time with Ed to rehearse, Leighton was still not ready to start. The car was not helping. The cold air running through did not cool her down. Even the new script, which was better than the old, wasn't helping either of them. No matter how happy this news made her, it wasn't enough to make her rehearse.
The name remained the same. Contessa Fontessa Vontessa III. They didn't even bother to drop the III at the end of it. So the script would still be silly, just not like before. Ed's character was still going to be gay and in love with Rob's character. It seemed like all the good stuff was going to be wasted. Miss Vontessa now had a backbone but she still wasn't getting the man.
Right now, instead of rehearsing, they had made three piles for their letters: fan mail, hate mail, and unsure of sanity. Unsure of sanity was currently winning with the largest pile.
"Listen to this one." He opened up a new letter from the fans. "The game is up, Sexlips. I know your true identity. One day, I will find you and capture you with my...Pokeball?! What the_"
"And I thought the ones accusing you of cheating on Chace were bad." She shook her head. "Or those willing to drown in the ocean for you. What else is Pokemon girl saying?"
"Pokemon boy actually. He claims I'm really a rare Pokemon named Kutchu and has plans of...evolving me." He held up the letter for her. Sure enough, the letter was signed by someone named Pokemon Carl. There was also a drawing of what looked like a Jigglypuff or Wigglytuff or one of those other puffy Pokemon. "Throw it or keep it?"
"Put it in the 'unsure of sanity' pile, "she suggested. They had gone from trying to rehearse to reading fan letters and fanfiction. Right now, she was getting further in the 'Ed dressed in a catsuit and seduces Leight' fanfic. It was very sexy. Odd but sexy. Right now, Ed was slinking up to her like "the sexy British leather condom that he was portraying". That alone made her want to read the rest.
"New hate mail, "he said. "You ugly, fat son of a bitch, how could you leave Chace like that? He is gorgeous and more talented than you. You don't deserve him! You make me puke! Call me!" He waved the crumpled paper in the air. "Unsure of sanity again?"
"Most definitely." The hate mail pretty much rolled off their backs now. Leighton herself got a huge surge of it when she walked off the set of The Dance Never Dies. Most of it came from girls who called her a bitch for hurting 'Eddie and Robbie's feelings'. They were all harmless though. Someone yelled at her on the street and one girl cried but that was it.
"Marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me." Ed went on reading.
"You got four marriage proposals?"
"No, it's all in one letter. See?" Sure enough, it wasn't just four proposals but those two words scrawled all over the letter. "Fan mail or unsure of sanity?"
"Fan mail, "she decided. The poor girl couldn't be blamed for anything. At least those two words made more sense than some paragraphs people wrote.
As Ed shuffled through the mail, she tried to continue reading the hot fanfic of Ed in the catsuit. People had wild imaginations when it came to them. Though they didn't have many verbs for her actions besides purring and murmuring and whispering. Evidently, Ed made her vocal cords go down. Not to mention, they were making love to 80's music. Snickering to herself, she read the lyrics to "Making Love Out of Nothing At All" out loud.
"I know just how to whisper and I know just to how to cry. I know just where to find the answers and I know just how to lie."
"That's fantastic, love, "he said, still reading his letters. "Great. Another one wants me to stop cheating on Chace with Rob."
"Want to stop reading those and listen to some music instead? Our 'unsure of sanity' pile is getting too big." She pointed to the teetering tower of letters. He nodded, but didn't look up as she turned on the ignition and then the radio. As luck would have it, the car was stuck on an 80's radio station. But the song that came on next was even more shocking.
Everytime I see you, all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair.
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight.
"Oh my God! I don't believe it!" She laughed. Air Supply from the fanfic was now on the radio. Namely the song that she had been thinking about and reading.
"What?" He still didn't look up. However, he was listening to the music and moving his head up and down. They were sitting in silence, listening to the lyrics.
The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you.
You can the darkness at the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright
I gotta follow it cause everything I know
Well, it's nothing til I give it to you
"This is dancing music, "she explained. "It was also in the story I was reading. We were dancing before we were doing it. And you were still wearing that catsuit."
"Wonderful, "he sighed.
"We don't dance much in this movie, do we?"
"Only once." Then he dropped the letter he was reading and took her hand. He felt so soft as he rubbed her fingers. "We should start rehearsing. We wasted too much time."
"I know."
Yet they couldn't rehearse. The more they listened to the music, the more they just wanted to be here. Her eyes were now locked on his, wishing that he could be hers. Even for one second, she wanted him to be hers. No worries about boyfriends and girlfriends. No worries from the gossip rags and paparazzi. Just the two of them together, doing what they did best.
But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl?
"We need another dance, "he said. "We do good with dances."
"Chuck and Blair have epic dances, "she murmured. "Except for prom. I wish I got the chance? to dance with you in the prom episode."
"Me too, "he admitted. Then he pulled her closer to him and she closed her eyes. She was so tired from reading fanfics and letters. In his arms was a perfect place to rest for a few minutes. From the look on his face, she could tell that he was also exhausted. Reading all the hate mail or deciphering the unsure of sanity could not have been fun. He snuggled up with her and put his chin on top her head. He was gentle though as he rested on her.
So it was no rehearsal tonight. They were probably going into work completely unprepared. Robert would be horrified at how bad they were doing. The director would burst out into tears. The fans would be crawling all over them and gaping in awe at how terrible they were.
But dammit, it was totally going to be worth it.
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love...out of nothing at all
TBC...
~ ~ ~
Note: I was not planning to make a sequel but...damn triple rhyming names and crazy fans. Damn EL and their amazing chemistry. Damn the 80s and Air Supply. Is there anything I'm not damning right now? We'll see. Anyway, I can't wait to write out the next parts of this fic and the rest of the ones I'm working on. Hope you all enjoy this.