Ok guys. Here's another one. Don't bother asking me when I'll stop. I don't actually know. I'll just keep re-watching that damn movie and finding more shit. I have 0% self control on this front.

SO.

Current Song: Why Do I Keep Counting? by The Killers

Current Mood: So much shit to do and I'm fic-ing instead. *sigh* NO REGRETS THO!

That's Not What I Saw: Chasing Cars

What The Theatre-Goers Saw:

Erik and Charles slid into the battered, yellow taxi-cab. The man up front gave them a once over in the rear-view mirror and said, "Where to?"

"Virginia, please," Charles said, eyes intense.

The man laughed. "Ok, so what? Airport, train station?"

"Actually, we were thinking you'd drive us."

The man spluttered. "That's a six hour drive."

"Good," Erik said. He waved his hand, the metal mile counter flicking off at the movement, making the man's eyes widen. "That'll give us plenty of time to talk."

But That's Not What I Even Saw, Not For A Second Guys...

Erik and Charles slid into the battered, yellow taxi-cab. Erik pressed the entire length of his body up against Charles. And, hell, two could play at that game. Charles slung his arm on the back of Erik's shoulder's, pressing him closer. At Erik's smile, Charles gave a sultry smirk. The man up front gave them a once over in the rear-view mirror, cocking an eyebrow at the lack of personal space but not doing much else, and said, "Where to?"

"Virginia, please," Charles said, eyes intense. Probably because Erik's hands were wandering where the taxi-mutant couldn't see.

The man laughed. "Ok, so what? Airport, train station?"

"Actually, we were thinking you'd drive us." He swallowed and then started to massage Erik's shoulders.

As the man spluttered, "That's a six hour drive," Erik almost choked. Charles screamed victory over to Erik's mind. He must have been louder than he thought, because the driver, Armando was his name Erik could see it floating in his subconscious, looked momentarily shocked.

"Good," Erik said, guessing what had happened, and trying to distract him. He waved his hand, the metal mile counter flicking off at the movement, making the man's eyes widen. Well that was fairly easy. "That'll give us plenty of time to talk."

And grope, Erik thought nice and loud for Charles. Charles just suppressed a groan. He wasn't going to last the ride. Six hours was too much and, unfortunately, not enough.

Great.

Someone suggested this to me a while ago and I never did it. SO this is for jooooo !