I'm someone who isn't great at telling jokes, so instead I try impressions.
[role play]
- Dianna: Sounds good! Tell Glen I said hey!
- Chord: Will do!
- Dianna: So, I'm going to be in LA for a little while. Wanna do something?
- Chord: Definitely! You should stop by my place. I'll make dinner! I'll also make sure Glen is out of the house ;) haha
- Dianna: Hey Chord!
- Chord: Dianna!
“Oh no no no. I’m not going to be the one they blame when you show up as the grouch tomorrow morning. Even if you get your coffee, I’ll still be the target.” She shook her head and pushed him a little, trying to get him away from the bed. With the way she was laying, she was way too close to all his hip rotations and little noises. She’d never been one to feel so suddenly attracted to someone, but right now, all Dianna could think about was how good it would feel to kiss those hips. And other places. She shook her head to rid the thoughts of sex and looked up at him when he talked about disc golf. “Nah, I’ll let you guys play. That’s a boy thing, just like you guys don’t come with us girls when we get our nails done.” She shrugged and stood up, pulling him up as well. “Come on, sweetheart. You have to go get some beauty rest. Trust me, you need it.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him. “You’ll hang out with me tomorrow.”
“How do you figure people will know it was you who kept me up,” he asked with an arched eyebrow. He laughed lightly as Dianna tried push him away, leaning back against her hands. ”Are you sure? Disco golf’s a lot of fun!! Cory will be there too. Most likely.” She got up, and he got up with her, a small smile on his lips. He ran his fingers across his cheek and down his jaw. “I don’t know. Are you sure?” Chord snaked his arms around Dianna’s shoulders, giving her a brief but tight squeeze. “Sure, maybe I’ll get to hear you guys rap.”
“Oh Chord no. He’d probably get security to keep me away from him!” She laughed and shook her head. “I actually really want to hear the George Clooney story, but I’ll wait. I know you’ll eventually tell me if I ask enough.” Dianna smiled and thought of the possibilities of that story, knowing how dorky Chord could be at times. And she’d seen him starstruck before, but it was over a girl celebrity, so it was probably different.
When he slid out of the bed, she slid with him, propping her chin up on her hand as she looked up at him. “Boo. You’re no fun. But yes, we do have a day off pretty soon that doesn’t involve traveling, so we can definitely do something. Although, I might have to fight for you with Mark because he was already talking about going to every disc golf course he could with his C.” Their bromance was adorable, and Dianna loved it, but she really wanted to spend more time with Chord, and she wasn’t about to do that on a golf course with Mark there too. When he stretched, she caught sight of his hips and the bottom of his stomach, which instantly made her blush. Trying to not get caught looking, she averted her eyes to the comforter and took a breath. “Tonight was fun.”
“I mean, if you want me to stay longer, I will! You’ll be the one to deal with me in the morning.” The corners of his lips curled upward as he adjusted the blanket around his shoulders. Chord wasn’t much of a morning person—everyone knew that—but he had gotten better over the years. When he was a kid, he once threw his sister’s breakfast at her when she nagged him about his untied shoe laces. Nowadays, he was just a little grouchy until he had his morning dose of coffee and a chance to wake up fully.
Chord leaned back again, stretching out his back, this time letting out a groan to go along. He began rotating his torso, trying to crack his back. Once he heard—and felt—the satisfying pop, he let out a content sigh, looking down at Dianna. “Right, disc golf! You should come with us some time, see what really happens.” He let out a chuckle as he teased the girl, running a hand through his hair. He shrugged at her questioning glace. “Maybe you’d like it. You never know.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, a grin plastered on his face. “Tonight was fun,” he agreed.
“Fine, fine. We’ll watch it on our next movie night. But if I still don’t like it, then I get to choose a movie on my own. Something that I love.” It was only fair if he got to watch a movie he loved, right? Dianna thought so. She laughed when he scooted away from her, shaking her head a little as he dug in to his popcorn. About halfway through her bowl, she couldn’t eat anymore, and sat it to the side.
As soon as his arm was around her, Dianna knew she could probably drift off to sleep or something. Chord was comfortable, and warm, and she had to resist cuddling in to him. He had a girlfriend. Granted, she didn’t know if they were dating or not at the moment since they seemed to be on and off again all the time. “He’s an amazing actor. And such a nice man. I bumped in to him at an awards show last year, and I was in such shock. He told me I looked lovely and apologized for stepping on my dress. I could have died.” She laughed and looked up at him. “I know we’re kind of famous now, but I still get so starstruck over other actors. Like, I’m in awe of them. And how could I ever possibly be in the same category as they are? I’m just Dianna and they’re superstars.”
His hand rested gently on her waist, and he was completely aware of it. He nodded his head, stifling a yawn. “He stepped on your dress?” Chord quirked a brow as he chuckled lightly, licking his lips. “I would’ve been like ‘Oh, no, Mr. Depp! Please step on it again; step on it as much as you’d like!’ That’d probably be the nerves talking…” He pursed his lips before smiling. “I should tell you the story of when I met George Clooney.” He pushed a breath past his lips, shaking his head. “It was bad. Maybe I’ll spare you the secondhand embarrassment.”
Another yawn came and he turned his head into his shoulder, before sighing. “As much as I’d hate to leave this bed—very comfy, I might add—it’s late, and I am extremely tired.” He pulled his arm out from behind her and gathered his blanket around his shoulders. “We have a few shows then a day off, right? We should do something,” he spoke as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, lifting his arms above his head. He leaned back and stretched out, yawning in the process.
Dianna bit her lip and nodded. “I’m sorry! I just didn’t like it. But I’ve only seen it once, so maybe if I watched it again, I could change my opinion.” She shrugged a little and sat her bowl of popcorn in her lap, taking a few pieces to eat. Watching him, she laughed a little at how he was acting. “Honey I think you’re supposed to eat that, not cuddle it.” Once he finally ate some, she turned back towards the movie, laughing loudly at one of the jokes.
It felt so nice to just relax and watch a movie. The past few days had been a whirlwind of preparing for tour, packing for tour, and doing tons of rehearsals. And now that they’d had their first show, she knew all of that would slow down, but they’d still be traveling and doing sound checks, and everything else. It would be a busy summer, but it would be worth it. And now that she and Chord had decided on their standing date night, it would be easy to get through all the rough patches of tour. Once the movie was towards the end, she set her popcorn to the side and scooted down on the bed a little, resting her head on Chord’s shoulder like she’d done a million times before. “Johnny Depp is seriously so amazing.”
“Then we’re definitely gonna watch it our next movie night! I’m determined to get you to like it. Or…at least say that it’s a good movie.” Chord flashed her a smile before grabbing another handful of popcorn. When she commented on his hugging the bowl, his eyebrow arched as he looked over to Dianna. “You mean, you don’t like to cuddle your food? You’re so weird,” he teased, scrunching up his face as if he smelled something bad. He scooted over, closer to the edge of the bed his face still distorted. He carried on holding the bowl in his arms, eventually finishing off his popcorn.
Chord set the bowl on the floor then returned to his original position beside Dianna. When she leaned her head against his shoulder, he absentmindedly put his arm around her, making it more comfortable for him—and her, as well. “Johnny Depp is amazing,” he agreed with a nod. “One of the best.”
“Oh I couldn’t stand Baby Mama! Date Night was by far the best. But I love when Tina and Amy did Weekend Update together. They were my favorite anchors on there.” She shrugged a little, thinking of other comedic duos she could offer up. When none came to mind right away, she turned back to the screen and watched Ice Cube deliver another hilarious line to Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum.
When Chord smiled, Dianna smiled as well. Her lips tingled a little bit, if that was possible, and part of her wanted to lean over and kiss his skin again. But she felt like that would be crossing a line, so she wouldn’t do that. Hearing a knock at the door, Dianna stood up and opened it, accepting the two bowls of popcorn from the geeky teenager outside. Once the door was shut and locked again, she made her way back to the bed and sat closer to Chord, their legs pressed against one another’s. “Here’s your popcorn, Chordy.” She winked and popped a few pieces in her mouth. “Mm.”
Chord raised his eyebrows, a look of shock taking over his features. “You couldn’t stand Baby Mama?! What kind of person are you?!” He turned his head to the TV, shaking it several times in mock disappointment. A knock came to the door and Chord made a move to get up and go answer it, but Dianna beat him to it. He settled back against the headboard again, craning his neck to watch the blonde girl accept the bowls of popcorn.
“Great! I’m starving,” he said as he rubbed his hands together. She sat beside him—closer, he noticed—and handed him his bowl. He hugged it to his chest and closed his eyes, taking in the buttered popcorn scent. The bowl was warm. “Smell delicious,” he said as he set the bowl in his lap. He grabbed a handful of popcorn and tossed it into his mouth.
