Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

It completely slipped off his mind that Juliette was part of the school's acapella group who already won various competitions. The only reason why he turned to the stage when the group started with Paramore's Ain't it Fun? was because it reminded him of the time he met Hayley at an awards night. They only shared a small talk but he was such a big fan of hers that even the simplest conversations they shared meant so much to him. He was suddenly reminded and humbled by the feeling of being a fan. It's been so long since he was on the other side of fame - the side of the thousands of people who put him where he is in the first place. He shook away the weird emotions again. These flashbacks recurred a little too much lately. Mike focused on the performance instead. It was only during the second verse that his good eyesight actually told him that it was Juliette singing oh so confidently up the stage. Oh, how he wanted to join the crowd. How he wanted to get up from the stupid bench and join the people who were dancing to the tune of their performance. Everything was acapella and although Mike was never really fond of the whole Pitch Perfect peg, there was something about the way Juliette carried the song, the crowd, and the energy that made him completely drawn to the entire thing. He ended up smiling to himself and even tapping his feet slightly to the beat. From afar, he took note of her new image - her confident image. It was a Juliette he'd definitely love to see more often. In the end, he figured, he was right as always. Taking the glasses off and tucking her hair away from her face could make a huge difference on her overall appearance but then again, it wasn't the only thing that drew his attention to her. It was how confident she was and how people loved her so much. She was an instant celebrity - a celebrity who didn't even have to exert too much effort. She was simply doing what she loved the most. Alright, he mentally admitted that she indeed made a point already. She can transform into something she was perhaps not into in just a blink of an eye. So much for the entire argument about reading. When the performance ended and her group went down the stage, Mike looked away and pretended that his attention was all on her almost throughout the entire song. From the corner of his eye, he saw her approaching yet he pretended to be distracted with his crowd-watchiing. It was only when she was so close to him and speaking to him in her usual shy demeanor that he felt a stronger attraction towards her. Her cocktail dress revealed so much of her skin that was usually covered a little too much and a cleavage peeping out on her chest was enough to drive him crazy. Goddamn it, he already guested on a Victoria's Secret Fashion Show last year and all VS angels were all around him but none of them attracted him as strong as this one. There were crazy thoughts in his mind again which he instantaneously shook away. A naked Juliette on the bed, asking him to come and take her. It was a maddening thought. Aren't you going to thank me or something? Mike said. There was a teasing tone in his voice but, for some odd reasons, he ended up chuckling softly and a friendly smile replaced the teasing one on his face as he scooted to the right to make room for her to sit. He averted his gaze from her to stop more of the unwanted thoughts from invading his peaceful mind. First of all, if you could only show that kind of confidence every single day of your life, then I'm pretty sure everyone would know your name. He was counting with his fingers as he spoke. Second, I've got to remind people that I am actually your date tonight because some guys here think that you're on your own so you could go tell them to fuck off or something and third, he raised his third finger for a moment but he clenched his fist all of a sudden and looked down as he scratched the back of his neck. He was silent for an eerily long time. After a while, he chuckled again and looked up at his date with a playful smile on his face in the same way an older brother would to a younger sister. Third, I'd have to start preparing for the possibility that you will be some sort of female counterpart of me because-- he trailed off again, suddenly unsure if he should say it. But then again, she did take the time to rebel and be here tonight, so she deserved what he was about to say. His smile turned from playful to sincere. Because you're absolutely stunning tonight and, I know you're already too fed up with my ego but uhh... you deserve a male top model as a date anytime, anywhere. There was a soft laugh. It doesn't have to be me, of course, but you get my point. He nodded with a smile before standing up. He needed to step away for a while if he wanted to keep himself calm and not take her to his place to do something crazy. Anyway, I'll go get us some drinks, alright? I'll be back. Mike headed to the bar with his hands buried inside the pocket of his pants. Once in a while, people would still ask for photos but mostly, everyone enjoyed the night's party instead of thinking that an international celebrity was amidst them. The freshmen, of course, were still going crazy over that fact so most of the girls asking for photos were freshmen. One even dared to ask him if she could be his date in the next party in which Mike politely declined with the reason that he'd be graduating soon and would focus more on his career. To make up for it, he allowed an embrace photo with him. As he waited for their drinks to be finished he made sure to get something mild for Juliette because he was next to a hundred percent sure that she never had a drop of alcohol before, a spotlight rested on him which made him squint his eyes. Another spotlight, he noticed, rested on Juliette while the drunken host of the party slurred his words on the microphone. And tonight's most talked about couple is up for an hour locked in room! No 7 minutes here, guys. We have one whole fucking hour! No pun intended. The crowd cheered and chuckled while they cheered him and Juliette on. He was completely caught off-guard by this sudden twist of events but he found himself in a situation which he cannot get out from. Douglas' teammates captured him with handcuffs which they also did to Juliette and forced them both back inside the house. Mike protested almost all throughout the entire walk but he made sure his protests weren't too whiney or too bratty. The teammates pushed them both inside the room before unlocking the handcuffs and shutting the door after telling them to enjoy. When Mike opened the lights, he found a skimpy lingerie on the bed and bottles of brandy, vodka, wine, and beer on one side table. He scratched the back of his neck again before turning to face Juliette who, he figured, could've already passed out because of internal panics and whatnots. College parties are crazy, he simply remarked. He took the bottle of wine and two glasses, one he gave to his companion before pouring them both an adequate amount. Come on, drink up. It won't kill you or get you drunk or anything. His eyes, on the other hand, lingered from the walls to the lingerie on the bed. His mind tortured him again. He decided to start with some sort of casual conversation to ease up the awkward air in the room and he sat down on the couch instead of the bed. The bed suddenly seemed toxic. If you were asked to model that lingerie, will you? He said with a shrug. I was just reminded of our conversation back at home last week and how you'd give modeling a chance if needed be. He eyed her from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. Right now, you're completely model material. So if I was some sort of talent scout and asked you to model that lingerie for me, he tipped the glass towards the direction of the bed. Would you? He shrugged again. Not that I'd make you do that, of course. It was just a question out of curiosity.