Title: Dating Rule Number 1: Choose Your Movie Wisely
Word Count: 1098
Summary: William and Skandar go to the movies. It doesn't turn out the way Skandar expected.
Disclaimer: The Narnia actors own themselves. Angelina belongs to Brad.
Skandar had it all figured out. They would go see a movie. They would have dinner in a fancy restaurant. Will would take him home. They would kiss. They would become boyfriends. They would have sex. Well, maybe not on the same night for that last part, but apart from that, it was pretty much the plan.
So he phoned his friend to invite him: "Hey, Will, do you want to go see a movie with me tonight?"
"Sure, as long as it's not Prince Caspian! Seriously, I love the movie, but if I have to see it one more time this month, I think I'm going to explode! Did you have something in mind?"
Skandar smiled. It wouldn't bother him to see their movie again, but it wouldn't fit with the goal of the evening. Watching Will and himself play brothers wasn't exactly what he had in mind for the perfect date.
"Not really," Skandar answered. "But there are a couple of new action movies this week, so…"
"Oh, yes," Will cut him, "I thought of going to see Wanted."
"All right," Skandar answered with a grin, "meet me at my house tonight and we'll go together."
The trailer hadn't really appealed to Skandar, but as long as it made Will happy, that was what mattered. A happy Will was an easy-to-win-over Will, or at least he hoped so.
The movie was surprisingly better than what Skandar expected. But then, he asked Will what he had thought of it and that was when it all went downhill.
"That was great!" Will answered excitedly. "I really enjoyed it. And Angelina Jolie is so hot! God! It's whenever she wants!"
Skandar remained speechless. He had been so sure that Will was gay, and more than that, that there was something between the two of them. The jokes, the hugs, the smiles, the little touches… He had thought they meant something. But no, Will was your regular young man who wanted to have sex with the first pair of boobs that happened to be nearby.
During their dinner, in a pizzeria of all places, Will kept talking about the movie and Fox and what an awesome character she was. Skandar tried to chat and joke with Will as usual, but he just couldn't focus on the conversation. His mind wasn't in it, he felt so disappointed. He should probably never have had such high hopes. Now the fall was really harsh.
When Will took Skandar home and wished him good night, Skandar answered him with a forced smile, thinking that in a different world, this could have been his chance.
They met again one week after, during yet another promotion party. Skandar had moped during the whole week and had decided that it was high time to be cheerful again. But it was impossible to keep his resolve once he spotted Will in the crowd. Especially since the young man seemed determined to talk with all the pretty women of the party. Skandar just remained alone in a corner of the room.
After half an hour, Anna came to chat with him: "Hey, Skan, you don't look like yourself tonight. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he answered quickly.
"Come on, you know you can talk to me. You look really down," she added with a concerned look.
"It's nothing important."
"Nothing important or nothing you want to talk about?"
"The latter, so there's no need to insist!" Skandar wished she would just leave him alone, but knowing Anna, that was very unlikely.
"Is it about Will?"
"What? Why are you saying that? Why would it be about Will?"
"Because it's always about Will," Anna answered with a knowing smile. She was so annoying with her perceptiveness.
"Okay, maybe it's about Will. So what?"
"What did he do?"
"He didn't do anything."
"Well, he had to, considering your bad mood. Or is it something he said?"
"You're not going to stop bugging me, are you?" Skandar asked, almost ready to give in.
"No, I'm not. You know me better than that."
"You see, I am… sort of… in love with Will." Skandar stopped there, waiting for Anna's answer.
"And?" she asked after a moment.
"Aren't you supposed to be surprised at that part?" Skandar replied.
"Well, no, you two can't even stop touching each other for more than 30 seconds when you're doing an interview, let alone the rest of the time, so I'd say it's all pretty obvious."
Skandar sighed. "Actually, that's what I was thinking so far. But I was wrong. Will is straight."
"What?" Anna exclaimed, looking shocked for the first time. "Did he actually tell you that?"
"No, but he was drooling over this actress, and he even mentioned that he wanted her in his bed."
"Maybe he said that to impress you, because he didn't want you to think he was gay, or for some other silly reason like that," Anna suggested.
"No, I could tell he was serious about it."
"I'm so sorry, Skandar. I just hope you're wrong. It doesn't make any sense. And who is that woman, anyway?"
"Angelina Jolie," Skandar replied with contempt.
Anna looked at him and giggled. She giggled! Skandar couldn't believe it! The nerve of that girl! "I don't see what's so funny!" he said with a pout.
"Oh, Skan, sugar, you don't need to worry. Will's gayness is safe. Angelina Jolie just transcends sexual orientation. I want to have sex with her too."
Skandar stared at Anna as if she had turned crazy: "You want to have sex with Angelina Jolie?"
"Well, yes. Everybody does! You don't want to?"
"No, thank you, I'll stick to William Moseley."
Anna looked at him dubiously.
"Well, okay, maybe I wouldn't mind. As long as she stays far away from Will," Skandar conceded.
Anna smiled, proud of her: "See, it wasn't that difficult to admit. Oh, look who's coming."
Skandar turned around and saw Will and Georgie approaching.
"Hey, you two, what are you doing, hiding in a corner like that?" the young actress asked.
"We were resting. But we're leaving now," Anna answered, taking Georgie by the arm and leading her away from the boys.
"I've barely seen you tonight. Are you avoiding me or something?" Will asked with a laugh.
"Not anymore," Skandar answered.
He threw himself at Will's neck and started to snog him madly. Will needed a few seconds to realise what was happening, but then he kissed him back with as much passion and desire, and all was well in Skandar's world.
The Guardian journalist couldn't believe his luck.