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don't stand so close to me timeline: the 2003 mtv movie awards... he arrived just in time. fresh from a hectic rehearsal sched for the upcoming million dollar musical "the boy from oz", hugh jackman - current man of the hour, stepped out of the limo and was quickly ushered to the stars' entrance, where he was promptly met with a barrage of camera flashes, and screaming fans. armed with his signature sexy grin, he hapily shook hands, quickly signed autographs, answered a few questions from some guy from mtv, and steeped into the little makeshift flatform, where he smiled and waved at more of those screaming fans. clad in a black shirt and leather pants, subtly blending with his irresistible manly charms, everybody looks so happy to see him and know he's one of the presenters for this year's mtv movie awards. unbeknownst to everyone though, that is not the sole reason why he's here tonight, grinning from ear to ear with his eyes sparkling like diamonds - almost looking like he wanted to give everyone at mtv a hug for getting him to be in tonight's awards show. and on cue, and to give way to the next star who arrive, he stepped down, well almost jumped off the flatform and met with the other celebs gathered at the lobby waiting for further instructions from the show's technical staff. a slap on the shoulder here, a kiss there, a handshake, a hug, a compliment or two, his eyes alertly searched the glittery crowd looking for a familiar face. that familiar beautiful face... famke...hoo boy, did he just say the name out loud? i guess not, he thought as he nodded at justin timberlake and sean william scott who are tonight's emcees. famke...it's been so long since he saw her last. was it a month ago? no, probably weeks. they saw each other at the little victory party for x2's success at the box office. that was a time he simply can't erase from his head. sure, they're in teh smae room, they were at teh same table, but they hardly got to talk. famke was her same sweet and goofy self - she chatted and joked around with alan and becca and and jimmy and anna, even with halle. but for some reasons she was kind of aloof that night. each time he'd get at most a feet away from her she's move away like he has some deadly viral disease. she was never like that. not with him anyway. they've always been at ease with each other's company. what happened? oh, like be didn't know. he knew why. barely two weeks ago, after the trl x2 show, famke pulled him aside and led him to a dimly lit corner, away from people. she confronted him about something. well, at least that's what he thought she was trying to do. but her voice, although tinged with emotion, still sounded so soothingly sexy. still, it was obvious she was quite bothered by something. it's late, the area was sparsely lit, quiet, and the nearest person was probably ten meters away. around them were sets used for trl, it's even a bit cold. hugh was still reeling from the trl appearance, teh whole studio ambiance - it's like one huge party! he turned to famke and flashed him that sexy grin... she looked simply divine. she looked a bit tensed but she's still beautiful, that he couldn't help taking a step closer. she raised a hand, intending to place them on her shoulder. "so this is the part where ---" "what was that about, hugh?" her voice low, and sounding a bit weary. "what? what have i done?" her soulful hazel eyes looking at him questioningly instantly worried hugh. he reached for her hand, which she abruptly retrieved from his grasp. she sighed. "during the show... the interview. god i hate it that i'm getting so worked up with this but i must be having a big problem if it doesn't worry me one bit." she shook her head, looking away, then looked back up and held his gaze. "you were... you got way too close. i mean..." she breathed deeply, then "alright, we're on national tv. perhaps it was necessary. or maybe you were simply having a little fun or something... but i felt you got too close for comfort. did you ever realized that?" he looked at her, thinking about what she said as he marvelled at her beauty. "is it because i told the whole world you're a fabulous kissing partner?" her brows furrowed, lips pursed. "huuuuggghhh!!!" she protested, almost like a little girl - just like what her beautiful unique name means... she's so adorable, he thought as he tried to suppress a grin. but he looked at her, meeting his eager eyes waiting for an explanation. "well, to be honest, it wasn't because we're on national tv, it's not for show or to promote our film. yes, it could be that i ama having a little fun there... but what i did, what happened wasn't all because of that. what it was really all about doesn't have anything to do with simply having fun. i..." he paused, as he witnessed the shifting emotions evident in her eyes. he saw how she turned form slightly annoyed and confused to suddenly resigned, as if she just confirmed something and knew she can't exactly do anything about it. and to his surprised, she loooked a bit scared. and right then and there, he wanted to put his arms around her. he struggled to hold himself back from doing exactly that. what is he doing with a beautiful woman in an almost hidden place like this? he watched her take a step back, away from him. she cliosed her eyes for a few seconds, as if trying to erase whatever he could see there. then looked at him again. "i cannot believe you're saying that..." "i haven't said anything yet." he gently protested, trying to keep his hands from reaching out and holding her. "fam ---" she held a hand up, to his face. "hey hey! stop now, okay? i don't ever want to get anyone in trouble here." he just stared at her. damn, she's an absolut freakin' goddess!. in the soft glow of the dim lights above their heads, her golden skin was almost luminous. no no mate, she's ethereal... "don't be unfair, hugh." she softly said, as she gave him a light pat on the chest before she started walking away. "hey hey famke!" he called out. "goodnight hugh." she simply said without looking back. she knew. how can he have overloked the fact that teh woman was so damn smart? too smart that she realized what he was up to within minutes. he can't believe he had been so careless with her. she's... she's something else. she doesn't deserved a man who'd come on to her in national tv. now he realized how he'd made her feel uncomfortable that trl night. now he simply can't afford to just let someone like her vanish from his life all because he's been a jerk. he can't let that happen. tonight, he vowed to do everything to make things right. now if he only knew what to do... then some guy slapping him on the back snapped him out of his reverie. he turned to his left and saw ashton kutcher, whistling, loking dreamy eyed at something. "man, look at that!" or someone... he followed his gaze and his eyes slowly settle on a vision of famke janssen, wearing a brown top and dark pants, hair in sexy waves and up in a half-ponytail - smiling and just glowing beautiful. "she is gorgeous!" ashton was the oen who actually said teh words out loud. but he echoed his thoughts. oh, if only anyone can hear what he was thinking... beautiful. divine. breath taking. and you are so married, you sick bastard! some voice inside his head seemed to say. he watched as he exchanged pleasantries with the other women in the room. it amazed him that practically every woman there, who were beautiful, just looked quite plain once they stand beside her. man... he watched as she chat and giggled with kate hudson, had a small talk with queen latifah probly saying something about her hair cos she was touching her strands, shared demi moore's sentiments on rigid workout routines - then she saw him, and instantly flashed him a a smile. oh go. that smile! he dunno what eh was able to manage in return but he sure hope it's a smile? the next thing he knew she was already standing right in front of him, looking him up and down. finally her gaze settled to meet his, her eyes in a mischievous twinkle. "hey leather pants!" "what the..." he almost said then when her words finally registered, he said "well, you know someone's gotta do it." he said, the last syllables fading as he realized she was leaning way too close. then he felt her hands lightly holding on to his arms and her lips landing on his right cheek. and then it was over. she's back at a safe distance, but still close enough, smiling at him. it's only then that he realized her face was level with his. heck, she's taller? than me? "hun, do you reallly have to wear those things?" he pointed to her shoes. in his mind he was doing a quick math - he's six two, she's five eleven and now she looked taller cos of those heels. he raised a brow at her. and she just giggled. so adorable. aaargh. then he heard a voice inside his head again - you sick aussie bastard, teh next time you let her take your breath away, i'm gonna ship you back down under and feed you to koalas! he wanted to shot back - you freaky little being who clearly don't have a face to show. i'm man and staright and normal and the lady over here is so worthy of my appreciation, you sick uptight little fag! "uh, hugh?" she tugged at his shirt. he blinked. "yeah?" "are you okay?" she asked, looking quite worried. he simply nodded, then she wnet on to explain that she got worried cos his face had been contorting weirdly like he's in some sort of pain, and that they're already needed backstage, and they should go. he looked at her, smiling sheepeishly, a bit embarrassed. he's just been caught dealing with his neuroses! he looked at her, she's so radiant and under the beautiful early evening sky above them - so sublime! she looks at him, just standing there and blinking against the row of lights before them. now she's the oen who looked like she was omewhere else. wonder where? "hey, are we coming in or not?" he held out an arm for her to link her own arm with. "oh, yeah!" she giggle. "i was just thinking about lick. i l;eft him at the hotel..." she held onto his arm and started talking about licorice. and as he listened to her talk, as he got so aware of the fact that she was holding onto him, he once more struggled to ignore those voices in his head. |