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Scene 3::Flight by ~demolition-lover414:icondemolition-lover414:

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     The flight from LA to Salt Lake City seemed longer than Apolo imagined. Two weeks into the show put such a competitive frown on his face. His dark eyes scanned the video on his silver laptop in the darkness of plane. He watched intently, his nose nearly touching the screen, as the people danced and bounced around on the dance floor. Their bright, smiling faces were happy...too happy, a bit awkward for him. This definitely was a dance from the 50's. It looked fun though. Apolo looked at the happy faces--the former champions Emmit Smith and Cheryl Burke--one more time, before closing the video player and picking another video in his files: this time, Mario Lopez and Karina Smirnoff. But still the same jive.

     "Boo." A cheerful Julianne bounced next to Apolo. Her hands impulsively brushed her hair away from her damp face and started putting her blond strands into a messy bun. "Still watching all the jives from last season, I see," she observed.

     Apolo nodded. "They're smiling and all," he began speaking, "but didn't their pants ever bother them?"

     Julianne chuckled, "What? I'm sure they did, but...what?" She entered into a small fit of laughter.

     He bumped her shoulder and tried not laugh with her. "I'm serious! I mean, my pants are, like, so tight around my ass, it...feels so awkward, but it just--blows my mind." At this he glanced at Julianne in silent stitches.

     She finally sighed and smiled after a few minutes. "You can close that now, 'cause we're gonna watch--" She flew off her seat and reach above them into the upper compartment, fishing around in the nook until she finally dropped into her seat. "--this!" Uma Thurman's demure eyes stared straight at Apolo from the DVD cover. He'd seen it before with the guys while stuffing their faces with pizza. But it wouldn't hurt to watch it again.

     "I love Pulp Fiction," Apolo smiled. "Have you seen it? It's a great movie."

     Julianne shook her head. "But since I brought it, it would've been nice if they had popcorn around here. Oh well." Apolo chuckled under his breath and watched her lean over to put the disk in the drive.

     

     About ten minutes into the movie, Julianne's face disappeared behind the darkness made by her two hands while she let out a silent yelp. The gunshots fired loudly into her left earbud, blasting away at the poor guy sitting on the chair. Apolo, listening to the same hail of bullets in his right earbud, felt Julianne jump in her seat and rub against his arm on the little space left on his armrest.

     "GOSH, THAT WAS LOUD," she whispered loudly behind her hands.

     He looked at the corner of his eye to see Julianne slowly peeking between her fingers when the firing ceased. He stopped a laugh from bursting out his mouth with a sparkling grin.

     "Are you scared?" he asked in near disbelief. Julianne shook her head hard. Apolo laughed anyway. "It's okay," Apolo chuckled and dodged daggers from Julianne's eyes, "but...but you're so jumpy. You're the one who brought the--look out!"

     The last thing they saw was the two hitmen aiming at an off-screen victim. Julianne screamed and ducked behind her hands again before the spurt of bullets sounded again. Apolo quickly smacked his mouth to muffle himself of laughter.

     "Look," Julianne hissed, "I brought this movie for a reason, silly."

     She nudged him in the arm, finally knocking him off the armrest. Apolo jammed the spacebar and paused the movie (right when the guns were still hot and smoking) and shoved his elbow back into its rightful place. Apolo looked up, and Julianne was up on her feet in a heartbeat. It took a second to register after suddenly seeing nothing but a light blue tanktop, but when he looked up, seeing Julianne rummaging the compartment again, he saw another disc-like article in her hands.

     "This is our song for the jive, remember?" She handed the CD over to him. The white label on the disk read, "'Never Can Tell' by Chuck Berry." "That's the song Vincent and Mia dance to, and I wanted to--EWW!" Julianne suddenly shrank in her seat, her face covered by her fingers again. Apolo glanced at the screen and saw a close-up of Vincent shooting up.

     "Is everything all right?" a flight attendant passing by asked, seeing all the commotion.

     The screen all of sudden jolted to the right, and Julianne had the laptop in her hands. Apolo heard Julianne quickly say, "We're fine." The dancer's fingers clicked to the scene selection menu with speed.

     Eventually, Apolo saw the two, Mia and Vincent, enter the club. Apolo craned his neck closer to Julianne so he could see (and not pick an elbow fight for the armrest). Julianne, reading his mind, turned the laptop slightly. Still moving his neck, Apolo stopped moving when a strong scent entered his nose. Strong, not in amount, but the scent. . .very sweet and very....floral? Whatever it was, it was invigorating...innerving...intoxicating....Julianne.

     "You smell good." Apolo heard his voice and wanted to hit himself. What was he thinking? He hurriedly looked at the screen. He could feel the weight of her eyes beating down on him now....and was nearly thrown off his chair by the playful poke of her elbow.

      "Are you even paying attention?" She shot him a cocked brow. Her lips curled up into a smirk.

      "Yes," Apolo lied. "Sorry..." Then he really did try to concentrate on the dance. The essence of Vincent Vega finally got Apolo's attention. He was going to be Vincent Vega Monday night, minus the drugs. The gestures, the hand motions, the moves, Apolo took in eagerly, making notes in his head. The idea of tying his hair into a little ponytail even seemed fun. He imagined himself and Julianne: the new Vincent and Mia. . . .

      "It's Bath & Body Works if you're wondering," he heard Julianne whisper.

      ". . . Random," Apolo thought. But more thoughts brought a smile to his face.

      "Are you even paying attention?" he asked in a high-pitched voice mocking her, and he softly elbowed her back.

     Her profile was a white, thin line in the darkness. Her lips parted into a pearly smile. "Be quiet, you," she laughed and lightly elbowed him back. Soon, their elbows rubbed against each other in an epic elbow fight while the two laughed and almost forgot about the movie.

     The flight from LA to Salt Lake City seemed longer than they imagined.
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:star:preview picture by gotapolo.com [(c) to them!]:star:

:bulletred: NOTE FOR BROWSERS :bulletred: This is a work of fiction. All Apolo Anton Ohno and Julianne Hough fans may enjoy this, but please understand this is fanfiction. I do not own Mr. and Mrs. Hot Sexy Samba, and this is a work of my imagination. Thank you! (just as a reminder ;) )

Scene 3!! WOO!! I should be studying for finals!! :XD:
This is a flashback. The person who's remembering this will be revealed in the next scene. . .muaha.

. . . I LOVE THESE TWO :typerhappy:
I had to do a lot of research on Pulp Fiction and ended up watching the movie. It was very interesting :hmm:

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~FiyerabaLove:iconFiyerabaLove: May 26, 2008, 11:37:42 AM
awww....apolo & julianne are adorable!

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Kate <3

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DEFY GRAVITY!
~demolition-lover414:icondemolition-lover414: May 27, 2008, 4:14:04 AM
i know, aren't they? :heart::heart:

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"There are all kinds of breaks in rock 'n' roll. There's broken bones. There's broken noses. Sometimes even broken hearts. But like my friend told me...it's all part of the game." --Gerard Way
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