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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 17:30:51 GMT -5
Emma was walking around Seattle with an umbrella held over her head. She didn't know what intrigued her about this dreary, rainy state...but she just had to visit it. She was walking down a street when a car sped by and went through a large puddle, splashing the muddy water all over her. She dropped the umbrella and squealed in surprise as she became drenched from head to toe.
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Post by Tom Felton on Jul 26, 2007 18:19:28 GMT -5
Tom sped down the street, his hair and clothes drenched, a crowd of screaming girls chasing after him. What had started as an innocent meal alone at a small diner had nearly turned into a crime scene, as one girl recognized him, then told her friends. Apparently, the fact that he played an evil character didn't turn them off. As he ran, he spotted Emma, and decided that she'd probably be in just as much danger of being recognized as he. So, wordlessly, he grabbed her arm and practically dragged her along with him, searching for anywhere to hide out.
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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 18:23:00 GMT -5
Emma screamed as he grabbed her arm and continued running. Through the pouring rain, she squinted up to see Tom. Letting out a sigh of relief she ran along with him, looking for somewhere where they could hide, the crowd of screaming fan girls not very far behind. As they turned a corner, she spotted a small bookstore and yanked Tom inside it with her, quickly hiding behind a row of bookshelves.
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Post by Tom Felton on Jul 26, 2007 18:26:45 GMT -5
Though pretty fast runners, the girls weren't exactly geniouses, Tom noticed as the crowd bypassed the bookstore without a second glance, clearly thinking that he was just too far ahead to see. Panting heavily, he sank into a seated position and leaned his back and his head against the bookshelves, closing his eyes from exhaustion and relief. "Sorry about that." he told her, once he'd caught some of his breath. "Thought you'd be trampled, or recognized, or something..."
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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 18:30:08 GMT -5
She nodded, sitting down next to him and closing her eyes as she caught her breath. "How long were they chasing you?" she asked after a moment of silence. She rested her head on top of her bent knees and kept her eyes closed, as if afraid that when she opened them, the crazed fans would be right there.
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Post by Tom Felton on Jul 26, 2007 18:33:02 GMT -5
"Not too long." Tom assured her, his eyes still closed, still panting and dripping wet, completely soaked from head to toe. It was probably a good thing his eyes were closed, seeing as how the owner was shooting the two teens death glares for getting the carpet and books wet. "Only about 15 minutes. Not one of the worst ones." His words were quiet, as to not disturb anyone, nor draw any unnecessary attention to them.
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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 18:37:00 GMT -5
After a few more minutes she opened her eyes and raised her head looking over at him. "What are you doing in Washington? It's not exactly a very interesting place.." she said with a light laugh, having caught her breath. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, feeling them slosh around with her wet socks and looked at the small puddle their wet bodies made on the carpet.
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Post by Tom Felton on Jul 26, 2007 18:56:16 GMT -5
"Not really, you're right." Tom said, chuckling softly with her, though his breathing was still slightly heavier than normal. "But my brother moved out here, so I'm visiting with him. He's out with his girlfriend right now, so I figured I'd wander around a bit... These Americans are even more crazed than the English, aren't they?" he added with a grin. "But, considering its lack of interest, why are you here?"
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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 19:03:44 GMT -5
"It's a nice place to get away to. And I was having a nice, quiet time, until you brought those fan girls down the street...well, being splashed with the car ruined it first..." she said with a laugh. "And yeah, Americans are a bit more...hands on. No one back home's ever chased me down a street. The only time it happens is when I'm here."
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Post by Tom Felton on Jul 26, 2007 19:16:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, sorry about that..." Tom said, truely apologetic. "I wouldn't have dragged you along at all, but, like I said... Didn't want you to get hurt or anything. It could've ended really badly. But I know what you mean... They don't really understand that chasing after a guy isn't exactly a turn on."
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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 19:21:05 GMT -5
She laughed and shook her head. "It's alright Tom. My day probably would have just got progressively worse if you didn't come along. It's actually a good thing you towed me along with you. And yeah...one guy ripped my shirt trying to get hold of me once." she said, rolling her eyes.
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Post by Tom Felton on Jul 26, 2007 19:23:59 GMT -5
Tom smiled understandingly, nodding as he listened. "And yet, we'd basically do anything for our fans, right? We must be mental." he said, with a laugh. "And glad I could brighten your day, then. Even if it was just by dragging you through the rain."
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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 19:25:51 GMT -5
"I don't doubt that...we are mental, but in a good way." she said with a smile. "You can alwasy brighten my day though, you know that." she said, standing up and looking at the slightly soggy carpet that she was sitting in with a wrinkled nose.
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Post by Tom Felton on Jul 26, 2007 19:30:21 GMT -5
"I might've brightened your day, but I think I've dampened this carpet." Tom said, in lame attempts to be funny, and actually laughed at himself. "Sorry. That was really bad." He stood up, grinning to himself, and glanced over at the owner. The old, stern-looking woman was glaring at them from behind the front desk, causing him to glance over at Emma. "I think this is our cue to leave... Reckon the mob is gone?"
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Post by Emma Watson on Jul 26, 2007 19:31:49 GMT -5
She looked over at the shop keeper and bit her lip. "Yeah...I think it's safe to go..." she said, walking toward the door, hiding her face with her soaked hair so she couldn't see the horrific look on the woman's face. "Where will we go, though?"
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