Real Person // Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock // Don't Ruin A Perfectly Good Brunch
Title: Don't Ruin A Perfectly Good Brunch
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #71; Resign.
Word Count: 911
Rating: PG
Summary: How fast can a cruise ship go, anyway?
Author's Notes: Yeah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
“So what. You’re not going to do the movie?” Sandra put down her mimosa. A lump stuck in her throat.
“No.” Keanu took a long drink from his glass. When he set it down, she was staring at him, mouth agape.
“You’re gonna leave me high and dry?”
“Hardly. You can still do the movie. It’ll be good.”
“Good? Good.” she gave a sarcastic laugh. “Um, hello, the last one was a box office smash and you’re telling me to stay with the sequel because it’ll be good?”
“Yeah.”
“I … can not look at you right now.”
“Sandy.” Keanu leaned over the table. “Sandy please. Come on. You know it’s gonna work out okay.”
“Okay?” she raised her hands to cover her ears. “Stop using such blah adjectives to describe my movie!” Other patrons glanced over. Keanu tried not to look. “Speed was amazing. Spectacular. If Speed 2 is okay and good, we’ll be lucky to break even on the sales.” she sat back as the waiter delivered their meals. “I think I lost my appetite.”
“Don’t be mad with me. Please? It’s going to be a great movie. Let’s just sit and enjoy brunch together.”
“Does Jan know you jumped ship?” Sandra pointed her fork at him. “Laugh at that pun and die.”
“I told him a month ago.”
“A month ago?! What about Gordon?”
“He was at the meeting too.”
“What, am I the last person you’re telling or do you have dinner reservations tonight with the gaffer?”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” he ate a forkful of his omelet, ignoring Sandra’s penetrating glare.
“Ah- how are they going to fix the script? Annie and Jack are on their honeymoon. Half of her lines start with his name. Oh God.” Sandra’s hand pressed against her mouth. “Oh no. They are not going to have another actor pull off Jack Traven. NO.”
“Relax. Of course they wouldn’t. They’ll fix the script easy. Annie and Jack broke up and she’s on the vacation with her new beau. Done.”
“So while I’m riding that train wreck -” she threw up a hand at his protesting face. “- what are you up to?”
“The Devil’s Advocate. The director, Taylor Hackford, directed An Officer and a Gentleman plus Al Pacino’s going to be in it. He’s one of the greats. I can’t turn down working with him for-”
“Me.”
“Don’t put it that way. Listen, I’m not just dropping the movie. I cut my salary too.”
“Oh boo hoo. Since Speed, only one of the six movies I’ve been in has come close to reaching that kind of success, and even then we were short by about ten million. I can’t keep screwing up; one more flop and I may be out for good.”
“You think I’m doing any better? Sandy, I’ve got to expand my horizons. The critics and public are riding my back. I’m done with the action, I’m done with being the hero. I want to get back to serious pieces; a movie that’s more than entertainment.”
“So you’re doing a movie about the devil.”
“Joke all you want, I’m not changing my mind.” the waiter refilled their drinks; disappeared once more. “So are we okay?”
Sandra sighed. “No.” she pursed her lips. “No we’re not. When are we going to get another chance?”
“Chance for what?”
“Another chance to work together. Keanu, I don’t see you at all as it is. Now we have an opportunity to spend a couple months together and you bail on me. If you don’t want to see me that’s fine but don’t ruin others’ careers because of it.”
“Stop it. If you were in my situation you’d do the same thing. I’m not leaving you. I just don’t want to do the movie. I have a better offer with a film that could really push my career forward.”
“Six months ago the world is freaking out with excitement because you and I are coming back with Speed 2. You and I. Not just me. What am I supposed to tell them? That you wanted to forward your career?”
“They’ll be asking me and … I don’t know what I’m going to say yet.”
“I can’t believe this,” she mumbled. Sandra whisked her napkin off her lap and picked up her purse. Keanu rose from the table simultaneously.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving. Call me when the Keanu I knew comes back.” she turned on her heel.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” the restaurant stilled. Sandra froze, head tilted down, her long hair hiding the shame on her face. The waiter rushed to them.
“Is there a problem here?” he asked in a tight voice, indicating to the listening crowd with raised eyebrows.
“The show will be over in a second,” Keanu snapped. He touched Sandra’s elbow; tucked back her hair to view the blotched face.
“Ke-”
“I’m not going to marry you, Sandra.” he whispered, his fingers trailing down her jaw. She closed her eyes as the tears trickled. Her protest was a quiet sob. “Doing another movie with me won’t change that. I’m sorry.” his face hovered next to hers, so near she could feel the heat of his body, but he said no more. If she had looked she would have seen his pained expression. But she wanted him to leave; having him so close after saying what he did was torture, pure and simple.
In the next instant her wish was granted.
Fandom: Real Person
Characters: Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock
Prompt: #71; Resign.
Word Count: 911
Rating: PG
Summary: How fast can a cruise ship go, anyway?
Author's Notes: Yeah, I don't know them. This is just how I think it should be.
“So what. You’re not going to do the movie?” Sandra put down her mimosa. A lump stuck in her throat.
“No.” Keanu took a long drink from his glass. When he set it down, she was staring at him, mouth agape.
“You’re gonna leave me high and dry?”
“Hardly. You can still do the movie. It’ll be good.”
“Good? Good.” she gave a sarcastic laugh. “Um, hello, the last one was a box office smash and you’re telling me to stay with the sequel because it’ll be good?”
“Yeah.”
“I … can not look at you right now.”
“Sandy.” Keanu leaned over the table. “Sandy please. Come on. You know it’s gonna work out okay.”
“Okay?” she raised her hands to cover her ears. “Stop using such blah adjectives to describe my movie!” Other patrons glanced over. Keanu tried not to look. “Speed was amazing. Spectacular. If Speed 2 is okay and good, we’ll be lucky to break even on the sales.” she sat back as the waiter delivered their meals. “I think I lost my appetite.”
“Don’t be mad with me. Please? It’s going to be a great movie. Let’s just sit and enjoy brunch together.”
“Does Jan know you jumped ship?” Sandra pointed her fork at him. “Laugh at that pun and die.”
“I told him a month ago.”
“A month ago?! What about Gordon?”
“He was at the meeting too.”
“What, am I the last person you’re telling or do you have dinner reservations tonight with the gaffer?”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” he ate a forkful of his omelet, ignoring Sandra’s penetrating glare.
“Ah- how are they going to fix the script? Annie and Jack are on their honeymoon. Half of her lines start with his name. Oh God.” Sandra’s hand pressed against her mouth. “Oh no. They are not going to have another actor pull off Jack Traven. NO.”
“Relax. Of course they wouldn’t. They’ll fix the script easy. Annie and Jack broke up and she’s on the vacation with her new beau. Done.”
“So while I’m riding that train wreck -” she threw up a hand at his protesting face. “- what are you up to?”
“The Devil’s Advocate. The director, Taylor Hackford, directed An Officer and a Gentleman plus Al Pacino’s going to be in it. He’s one of the greats. I can’t turn down working with him for-”
“Me.”
“Don’t put it that way. Listen, I’m not just dropping the movie. I cut my salary too.”
“Oh boo hoo. Since Speed, only one of the six movies I’ve been in has come close to reaching that kind of success, and even then we were short by about ten million. I can’t keep screwing up; one more flop and I may be out for good.”
“You think I’m doing any better? Sandy, I’ve got to expand my horizons. The critics and public are riding my back. I’m done with the action, I’m done with being the hero. I want to get back to serious pieces; a movie that’s more than entertainment.”
“So you’re doing a movie about the devil.”
“Joke all you want, I’m not changing my mind.” the waiter refilled their drinks; disappeared once more. “So are we okay?”
Sandra sighed. “No.” she pursed her lips. “No we’re not. When are we going to get another chance?”
“Chance for what?”
“Another chance to work together. Keanu, I don’t see you at all as it is. Now we have an opportunity to spend a couple months together and you bail on me. If you don’t want to see me that’s fine but don’t ruin others’ careers because of it.”
“Stop it. If you were in my situation you’d do the same thing. I’m not leaving you. I just don’t want to do the movie. I have a better offer with a film that could really push my career forward.”
“Six months ago the world is freaking out with excitement because you and I are coming back with Speed 2. You and I. Not just me. What am I supposed to tell them? That you wanted to forward your career?”
“They’ll be asking me and … I don’t know what I’m going to say yet.”
“I can’t believe this,” she mumbled. Sandra whisked her napkin off her lap and picked up her purse. Keanu rose from the table simultaneously.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving. Call me when the Keanu I knew comes back.” she turned on her heel.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” the restaurant stilled. Sandra froze, head tilted down, her long hair hiding the shame on her face. The waiter rushed to them.
“Is there a problem here?” he asked in a tight voice, indicating to the listening crowd with raised eyebrows.
“The show will be over in a second,” Keanu snapped. He touched Sandra’s elbow; tucked back her hair to view the blotched face.
“Ke-”
“I’m not going to marry you, Sandra.” he whispered, his fingers trailing down her jaw. She closed her eyes as the tears trickled. Her protest was a quiet sob. “Doing another movie with me won’t change that. I’m sorry.” his face hovered next to hers, so near she could feel the heat of his body, but he said no more. If she had looked she would have seen his pained expression. But she wanted him to leave; having him so close after saying what he did was torture, pure and simple.
In the next instant her wish was granted.