Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (7/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (7/26).
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma, Rupert/OC with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,649.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Other chapters: here.
Say Goodbye
Chapter 7 – Paradise Lost
Date: Sunday 15th May 2011
Location: Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic
Rolling over onto her front, Emma let her arms dangle off the lilo, her fingers playing in the crystal clear water. Originally they’d planned to go down to the beach today but Tonya’s ‘jippy tummy’ had struck and the poor girl had spent the entire morning running back and forth to the bathroom. To compensate, Emma had wandered down to the hotel pool alone just after lunch, tossed a towel onto a nearby lounger and dived straight on in.
She had an audience, she was aware of that. An audience in the shape of a group of teenage boys. Their obvious ringleader was perched on the edge of the pool, his eyes glued to her. She didn’t mind so much, at least he was cute. And for once in her life, it was nice to have someone’s undivided attention… even if he was just a kid.
Glancing in his direction, she raised a hand in acknowledgement, wiggling her fingers casually. A second later she lost her balance and slipped off the edge of the lilo, finding herself submerged beneath the water.
Wow, Emma, that was classy! she thought to herself as she broke back through the surface once again, pushing her saturated hair from her eyes.
Her audience were lined up, playfully clapping her performance and she felt her cheeks flush beetroot red.
Lifting herself out of the pool, Emma slinked off to grab hold of her towel, wrapping it consciously around herself. Her newly acquired admirer followed and leant against a table close by, puffing out his chest and trying to inconspicuously flex his muscles – not that he had many. She stifled a laugh with the back of her hand and kept her gaze on the floor, wiggling her gold painted toenails.
‘All right darlin’?’ God, did he have to speak to her? She could already tell it wouldn’t be worth her time.
She forced a smile, glancing in his direction. ‘Hi,’ she muttered.
He took her less than enthusiastic reply as encouragement and stepped closer. ‘You all on your own?’ he questioned, smiling in what she supposed was an alluring manner. It was anything but. ‘I could buy you a drink… or two.’
Urgh, wonderful, now he was trying to chat her up too.
‘No, thank you.’ Emma forced herself to ignore him, slipped on her flip-flops, and started back towards the hotel, leaving him standing there bewildered.
Unfortunately for her though, it didn’t take long for him to come after her in hot pursuit, his friends not far behind and they followed her all the way through to the lobby. It was there she needed to shake them off and quickly darted into the lift, hiding behind the member of staff already in there, praying for the doors to close quickly.
Thankfully it worked and ten minutes later, she pushed open the door to her hotel room, finding a queasy Tonya wrapped up in her duvet. The room lay in darkness, the curtains still closed and the air stuffy thanks to the balcony doors being closed shut all night and day. She sighed, gazing down at her friend and then strode across the room to throw the doors open and let the glorious summer sunshine in.
Tonya mumbled something incoherent and pulled the covers over her head in anguish.
‘How can you even breathe in here?’ asked Emma, pushing aside one of the drapes and fanning her face with her hand. ‘I could have done with you down by the pool by the way.’
‘Yeah…?’ her friend croaked, peering out from beneath the duvet a moment, her eyes nothing but slits as she tried to avoid the glare of the sun now streaming into the room. ‘Don’t think I would have been much use to you,’ she muttered.
With a laugh, Emma turned her back to the balcony, raking her hands through her damp hair. ‘Are you coming down to the bar tonight?’
Tonya moaned and cried, ‘Oh God, don’t talk about alcohol!’ A second later she’d raced off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
Emma cringed, going to the wardrobe and trying to ignore the less than pleasant sounds coming from beyond the bathroom door. It could have been worse; Tonya could have been suffering with a hangover, which was never a pleasant thing to behold for anyone.
Keeping herself distracted, she plucked out a long white dress and made quick work of changing into it and slipping a pair of tortoiseshell sunglasses on top of her head. Considering twenty minutes ago she’d been soaked to the bone, she didn’t look half bad.
Nodding at her reflection, she toed on a pair of leather sandals and made a grab for mobile phone.
1 New Message.
It wasn’t from whom she’d hoped, just a short message from Alex asking how the holiday was going so far. Was it pathetic that she waited every day for Rupert’s phone call? Sitting there day after day and gazing at the tiny screen, praying for some kind of miracle. Seeing as he was busy filming, perhaps she was hoping for too much from him. He had other commitments and, unfortunately, it seemed each and every one was a million more times important than she was right now.
She needed to get over this, accept that she probably never would be the most important thing. So far, in the last six months at least, she’d always been stuck in third place. Perhaps it was time to up the game a little. Compete for his affections. Make Aimée fight to keep him. She could do that, she could easily do that. She’d managed to be the focus of his attention for the first nine years of his acting career after all, so how on earth had she managed to loose that when it should have only been getting stronger?
‘Ton, you coming or not?’ asked Emma tentatively.
There was an unsightly groan from her left and a rather dishevelled looking Tonya emerged seconds later. White as a ghost and sweating profusely, she looked as though she’d been stranded on a rowing boat in the middle of a storm for several hours.
She sniffed, reaching for a sweater and examining it closely. ‘You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little better,’ she announced, although her voice cracked and Emma swore she was about to start dry heaving.
‘Really… because you don’t look it in the slightest?’
‘Oh yes…’ She held a hand to her head briefly. ‘If I stay still like this, I don’t feel like I’m about to hurl my guts up. It’s amazing actually!’ To prove her point she remained stationary and eventually said, ‘Just bring the drinks to me, I’ll stay up here… and sit.’
Emma chuckled, picking up her purse and made her way for the door. ‘Last chance,’ she tried softly. Going downstairs alone was the last thing she wanted right now. She just knew her admirer would be sat down there ready to taunt and tease her and generally make her night miserable. ‘Please?’
Relenting, Tonya pulled the sweater over her head, tugged on a pair of pumps and sighed. ‘Come on then, Miss Watson.’
Fifteen minutes later they were sat down in the bar sipping on exotic looking cocktails with cherries on the edge of the glasses, blue umbrellas and glittery curly straws. The barman did offer to put sparklers in their glasses as well, but Tonya refused, afraid her heavily lacquered hair would catch fire. Emma simply smiled, said thank you and twiddled her straw – she would have quite liked a sparkler in her drink actually.
‘I think these two ladies need to try a goldfish bowl…’ said a voice in her ear.
They didn’t get much choice in the matter. A minute later two gigantic glasses (that did actually look very much like goldfish bowls) were placed down in front of them. Both were full of bright blue liquid that turned a murky green as it neared the bottom.
Tonya perked an eyebrow and blanched. ‘You must be kidding,’ she whimpered. ‘I can’t drink that… it’ll kill me.’
Emma on the other hand, removed her straw and stared down into the depths of the bowl, watching the colours swirl together in fascination.
The one who had suggested the drinks for them was a young man with a thick Irish accent, who was currently sat perched patiently at the other end of the bar. Whether he was waiting for their verdict on the drink or Tonya’s promised death, she didn’t know. Either way, he was an added bonus to the already awe-inspiring scenery with his dark hair, soft green eyes and rugged good looks. Hmm, what a view!
She felt a smirk pull at her lips but ignored it, replaced her straw and closed her eyes, drinking deeply. The fruity cocktail made her toes tingle and her senses explode and she sighed blissfully.
‘Care to dance?’
It was the same guy and she decided, this time, to pay him a little more attention, turning to look at him and brushing a curl of hair from her eyes. Tonya was still busy eying her cocktail with contempt, swirling her straw around and around as if it would make a difference and magically turn it into something else.
Biting on her lip lightly, Emma nodded in his direction, offered him her hand and then got up from her stool with his help.
‘What’s your name?’ she asked softly.
He smiled, tilting his head towards hers as they walked to the designated dance floor beside the pool. ‘I’m Jason,’ he supplied, and then pulled her to him, twirling her in the process. ‘Pleasure to meet you,’ he added, their faces now mere inches apart.
Smiling, deciding it wouldn’t hurt for her to have a bit of fun either, Emma whispered, ‘You too.’
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Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma, Rupert/OC with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,649.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Other chapters: here.
Chapter 7 – Paradise Lost
Date: Sunday 15th May 2011
Location: Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic
Rolling over onto her front, Emma let her arms dangle off the lilo, her fingers playing in the crystal clear water. Originally they’d planned to go down to the beach today but Tonya’s ‘jippy tummy’ had struck and the poor girl had spent the entire morning running back and forth to the bathroom. To compensate, Emma had wandered down to the hotel pool alone just after lunch, tossed a towel onto a nearby lounger and dived straight on in.
She had an audience, she was aware of that. An audience in the shape of a group of teenage boys. Their obvious ringleader was perched on the edge of the pool, his eyes glued to her. She didn’t mind so much, at least he was cute. And for once in her life, it was nice to have someone’s undivided attention… even if he was just a kid.
Glancing in his direction, she raised a hand in acknowledgement, wiggling her fingers casually. A second later she lost her balance and slipped off the edge of the lilo, finding herself submerged beneath the water.
Wow, Emma, that was classy! she thought to herself as she broke back through the surface once again, pushing her saturated hair from her eyes.
Her audience were lined up, playfully clapping her performance and she felt her cheeks flush beetroot red.
Lifting herself out of the pool, Emma slinked off to grab hold of her towel, wrapping it consciously around herself. Her newly acquired admirer followed and leant against a table close by, puffing out his chest and trying to inconspicuously flex his muscles – not that he had many. She stifled a laugh with the back of her hand and kept her gaze on the floor, wiggling her gold painted toenails.
‘All right darlin’?’ God, did he have to speak to her? She could already tell it wouldn’t be worth her time.
She forced a smile, glancing in his direction. ‘Hi,’ she muttered.
He took her less than enthusiastic reply as encouragement and stepped closer. ‘You all on your own?’ he questioned, smiling in what she supposed was an alluring manner. It was anything but. ‘I could buy you a drink… or two.’
Urgh, wonderful, now he was trying to chat her up too.
‘No, thank you.’ Emma forced herself to ignore him, slipped on her flip-flops, and started back towards the hotel, leaving him standing there bewildered.
Unfortunately for her though, it didn’t take long for him to come after her in hot pursuit, his friends not far behind and they followed her all the way through to the lobby. It was there she needed to shake them off and quickly darted into the lift, hiding behind the member of staff already in there, praying for the doors to close quickly.
Thankfully it worked and ten minutes later, she pushed open the door to her hotel room, finding a queasy Tonya wrapped up in her duvet. The room lay in darkness, the curtains still closed and the air stuffy thanks to the balcony doors being closed shut all night and day. She sighed, gazing down at her friend and then strode across the room to throw the doors open and let the glorious summer sunshine in.
Tonya mumbled something incoherent and pulled the covers over her head in anguish.
‘How can you even breathe in here?’ asked Emma, pushing aside one of the drapes and fanning her face with her hand. ‘I could have done with you down by the pool by the way.’
‘Yeah…?’ her friend croaked, peering out from beneath the duvet a moment, her eyes nothing but slits as she tried to avoid the glare of the sun now streaming into the room. ‘Don’t think I would have been much use to you,’ she muttered.
With a laugh, Emma turned her back to the balcony, raking her hands through her damp hair. ‘Are you coming down to the bar tonight?’
Tonya moaned and cried, ‘Oh God, don’t talk about alcohol!’ A second later she’d raced off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
Emma cringed, going to the wardrobe and trying to ignore the less than pleasant sounds coming from beyond the bathroom door. It could have been worse; Tonya could have been suffering with a hangover, which was never a pleasant thing to behold for anyone.
Keeping herself distracted, she plucked out a long white dress and made quick work of changing into it and slipping a pair of tortoiseshell sunglasses on top of her head. Considering twenty minutes ago she’d been soaked to the bone, she didn’t look half bad.
Nodding at her reflection, she toed on a pair of leather sandals and made a grab for mobile phone.
1 New Message.
It wasn’t from whom she’d hoped, just a short message from Alex asking how the holiday was going so far. Was it pathetic that she waited every day for Rupert’s phone call? Sitting there day after day and gazing at the tiny screen, praying for some kind of miracle. Seeing as he was busy filming, perhaps she was hoping for too much from him. He had other commitments and, unfortunately, it seemed each and every one was a million more times important than she was right now.
She needed to get over this, accept that she probably never would be the most important thing. So far, in the last six months at least, she’d always been stuck in third place. Perhaps it was time to up the game a little. Compete for his affections. Make Aimée fight to keep him. She could do that, she could easily do that. She’d managed to be the focus of his attention for the first nine years of his acting career after all, so how on earth had she managed to loose that when it should have only been getting stronger?
‘Ton, you coming or not?’ asked Emma tentatively.
There was an unsightly groan from her left and a rather dishevelled looking Tonya emerged seconds later. White as a ghost and sweating profusely, she looked as though she’d been stranded on a rowing boat in the middle of a storm for several hours.
She sniffed, reaching for a sweater and examining it closely. ‘You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little better,’ she announced, although her voice cracked and Emma swore she was about to start dry heaving.
‘Really… because you don’t look it in the slightest?’
‘Oh yes…’ She held a hand to her head briefly. ‘If I stay still like this, I don’t feel like I’m about to hurl my guts up. It’s amazing actually!’ To prove her point she remained stationary and eventually said, ‘Just bring the drinks to me, I’ll stay up here… and sit.’
Emma chuckled, picking up her purse and made her way for the door. ‘Last chance,’ she tried softly. Going downstairs alone was the last thing she wanted right now. She just knew her admirer would be sat down there ready to taunt and tease her and generally make her night miserable. ‘Please?’
Relenting, Tonya pulled the sweater over her head, tugged on a pair of pumps and sighed. ‘Come on then, Miss Watson.’
Fifteen minutes later they were sat down in the bar sipping on exotic looking cocktails with cherries on the edge of the glasses, blue umbrellas and glittery curly straws. The barman did offer to put sparklers in their glasses as well, but Tonya refused, afraid her heavily lacquered hair would catch fire. Emma simply smiled, said thank you and twiddled her straw – she would have quite liked a sparkler in her drink actually.
‘I think these two ladies need to try a goldfish bowl…’ said a voice in her ear.
They didn’t get much choice in the matter. A minute later two gigantic glasses (that did actually look very much like goldfish bowls) were placed down in front of them. Both were full of bright blue liquid that turned a murky green as it neared the bottom.
Tonya perked an eyebrow and blanched. ‘You must be kidding,’ she whimpered. ‘I can’t drink that… it’ll kill me.’
Emma on the other hand, removed her straw and stared down into the depths of the bowl, watching the colours swirl together in fascination.
The one who had suggested the drinks for them was a young man with a thick Irish accent, who was currently sat perched patiently at the other end of the bar. Whether he was waiting for their verdict on the drink or Tonya’s promised death, she didn’t know. Either way, he was an added bonus to the already awe-inspiring scenery with his dark hair, soft green eyes and rugged good looks. Hmm, what a view!
She felt a smirk pull at her lips but ignored it, replaced her straw and closed her eyes, drinking deeply. The fruity cocktail made her toes tingle and her senses explode and she sighed blissfully.
‘Care to dance?’
It was the same guy and she decided, this time, to pay him a little more attention, turning to look at him and brushing a curl of hair from her eyes. Tonya was still busy eying her cocktail with contempt, swirling her straw around and around as if it would make a difference and magically turn it into something else.
Biting on her lip lightly, Emma nodded in his direction, offered him her hand and then got up from her stool with his help.
‘What’s your name?’ she asked softly.
He smiled, tilting his head towards hers as they walked to the designated dance floor beside the pool. ‘I’m Jason,’ he supplied, and then pulled her to him, twirling her in the process. ‘Pleasure to meet you,’ he added, their faces now mere inches apart.
Smiling, deciding it wouldn’t hurt for her to have a bit of fun either, Emma whispered, ‘You too.’
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