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Title: But I'm Kissing Elijah Wood & Billy Boyd, prelude
Rating: G (will get up to NC-17)
Pairing: not one yet (will be slashy pairings (cept Elijah Wood is the "Jessica Stein" of this, which means, yes, he thinks hes gay and goes straight))
Summary: Sets up the friendship between Elijah and Shaylee. Shaylee is a girl in the series, just a fag-hag only there for amusement purposes. After this prelude, series will be focused around Dominic Monaghan.
Author: me, billylovesdom@hotmail.com, orliloveslij69@hanson.net
Disclaimer: I wrote this, it never happened
Another note: this series i got from an idea mixed with Will & Grace, Kissing Jessica Stein and But I'm A Cheerleader. So if there are similar references to those particular movies/tv show, I KNOW. don't tell me about it.
Elijah pushed his friend and laughed when she tripped. “Have a nice trip?”
She turned around and slugged him in the arm. “Just because you’re a fag and I’m your hag doesn’t mean you can treat me like a hag.”
“But you’re my hag, no?”
She rolled her eyes. “Now why are you dragging me with you on a job?”
“Because I’ll be gone for nearly 2 years.”
“Great! I can get a boyfriend!”
He rolled his eyes and pushed her forward in line. “ Walk. ”
She got on the plane and stowed her carry on and sat down next to the window. “I hope you know I’m not one bit happy about you dragging me to New Zealand. I have a life.”
“Yes, it’s called ‘Mooching off of Elijah Wood’ I do believe.”
She stuck her tongue out and he kissed her forehead, sitting next to her. “It won’t be that bad. You might find a guy!”
She rolled her eyes and buckled herself in, getting comfortable for the ride from LA to New Zealand. “Why don’t you want a guy? I know I do.”
She rolled her eyes again. “You’re a whore. You’ll sleep with anything that will drop it’s pants and poke it’s ass in the air.”
Elijah feigned mock horror. “I do not!”
“Oh, but you do.”
Elijah elbowed her and sighed. “You really are my best friend.”
He smiled at her and she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth and snuggled up to him. He smiled bigger and held his friend close. She smiled and after take off slept on him most of the way to New Zealand.
Once they arrived at the house they were to stay in she gasped at the view. “It’s beautiful.”
“Aren’t you glad you came?”
He hugged her from behind, leaving one arm around her shoulders and looked out the backdoor. “Yeah, I think I am...”
Weeks went by, everything fine and happy. She loved New Zealand and he did too. He was making great friends and she was with her ‘Lijah. She would admit she was attactched to anyone who asked. They were best friends. They had dated once, when he was 16 and she was 15. Then, when she was 16, she caught
him on his knees in front of some random guy. They had fought, broken up (well, duh?), and became best friends. That was when all her boyfriends started figuring out they preferred the boys over her. Elijah had stolen at least five guys from right underneath her.
She still didn’t know why she stuck around him and his man-thieving ways, but she did. He was her best friend and something told her to stay with him. She still found herself crawling into bed and cuddling him when she was scared or had some vivid, horrible flash back of her life. She hated her life so much before ‘Lijah, she had ran away. He kept her, took care of her and basically let her mooch off of him.
Finally, Elijah offered her to come hang out with his new friends and castmates. She had held this with reserve, and was highly leery of meeting so many random, odd, and quirky (as Elijah described them) British people. She agreed that it was all right if he threw some small random party at his house.
The day before the party, when Elijah dragged himself in to take his shower to rid himself of ear and foot glue, she crawled in his bed, in Pajamas and a pair of socks. She was hugging her knees when he came out of the shower.
“What’s wrong, love?”
She sighed and shook her head, black curls bouncing. He smiled, his blue eyes lit up and he pounced her. “Come on...what’s wrong!”
She sighed again. “I had another nightmare...”
His face fell and he enveloped her in his arms, kissing her hair and petting her.
Rating: G (will get up to NC-17)
Pairing: not one yet (will be slashy pairings (cept Elijah Wood is the "Jessica Stein" of this, which means, yes, he thinks hes gay and goes straight))
Summary: Sets up the friendship between Elijah and Shaylee. Shaylee is a girl in the series, just a fag-hag only there for amusement purposes. After this prelude, series will be focused around Dominic Monaghan.
Author: me, billylovesdom@hotmail.com, orliloveslij69@hanson.net
Disclaimer: I wrote this, it never happened
Another note: this series i got from an idea mixed with Will & Grace, Kissing Jessica Stein and But I'm A Cheerleader. So if there are similar references to those particular movies/tv show, I KNOW. don't tell me about it.
Elijah pushed his friend and laughed when she tripped. “Have a nice trip?”
She turned around and slugged him in the arm. “Just because you’re a fag and I’m your hag doesn’t mean you can treat me like a hag.”
“But you’re my hag, no?”
She rolled her eyes. “Now why are you dragging me with you on a job?”
“Because I’ll be gone for nearly 2 years.”
“Great! I can get a boyfriend!”
He rolled his eyes and pushed her forward in line. “ Walk. ”
She got on the plane and stowed her carry on and sat down next to the window. “I hope you know I’m not one bit happy about you dragging me to New Zealand. I have a life.”
“Yes, it’s called ‘Mooching off of Elijah Wood’ I do believe.”
She stuck her tongue out and he kissed her forehead, sitting next to her. “It won’t be that bad. You might find a guy!”
She rolled her eyes and buckled herself in, getting comfortable for the ride from LA to New Zealand. “Why don’t you want a guy? I know I do.”
She rolled her eyes again. “You’re a whore. You’ll sleep with anything that will drop it’s pants and poke it’s ass in the air.”
Elijah feigned mock horror. “I do not!”
“Oh, but you do.”
Elijah elbowed her and sighed. “You really are my best friend.”
He smiled at her and she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth and snuggled up to him. He smiled bigger and held his friend close. She smiled and after take off slept on him most of the way to New Zealand.
Once they arrived at the house they were to stay in she gasped at the view. “It’s beautiful.”
“Aren’t you glad you came?”
He hugged her from behind, leaving one arm around her shoulders and looked out the backdoor. “Yeah, I think I am...”
Weeks went by, everything fine and happy. She loved New Zealand and he did too. He was making great friends and she was with her ‘Lijah. She would admit she was attactched to anyone who asked. They were best friends. They had dated once, when he was 16 and she was 15. Then, when she was 16, she caught
him on his knees in front of some random guy. They had fought, broken up (well, duh?), and became best friends. That was when all her boyfriends started figuring out they preferred the boys over her. Elijah had stolen at least five guys from right underneath her.
She still didn’t know why she stuck around him and his man-thieving ways, but she did. He was her best friend and something told her to stay with him. She still found herself crawling into bed and cuddling him when she was scared or had some vivid, horrible flash back of her life. She hated her life so much before ‘Lijah, she had ran away. He kept her, took care of her and basically let her mooch off of him.
Finally, Elijah offered her to come hang out with his new friends and castmates. She had held this with reserve, and was highly leery of meeting so many random, odd, and quirky (as Elijah described them) British people. She agreed that it was all right if he threw some small random party at his house.
The day before the party, when Elijah dragged himself in to take his shower to rid himself of ear and foot glue, she crawled in his bed, in Pajamas and a pair of socks. She was hugging her knees when he came out of the shower.
“What’s wrong, love?”
She sighed and shook her head, black curls bouncing. He smiled, his blue eyes lit up and he pounced her. “Come on...what’s wrong!”
She sighed again. “I had another nightmare...”
His face fell and he enveloped her in his arms, kissing her hair and petting her.