#bristom

Brianna sat on her bed, staring at her desktop. She could swear she's not crazy, but she was talking to her screen. "I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go. I don't know who to ask, and I'm hitting brick walls." What's on her screen is what you're probably thinking. Let me correct you, who is on her screen? None other than the British God with short curly locks, with blue or turquoise eyes(depending on the day), with golden, sunkissed skin: Tom Hiddleston. Say it again. Tom Hiddleston. Brianna Hiddleston? Has a nice ring, yum.

Brianna's biggest dream was to perform beside her idol, to act along side him; if she was lucky, for her acting career to flourish under his watchful eye. 

Brianna had yet to search online for schools. It was a Sunday in cold, crisp November. She knew she had to apply before the school year ended because that was when all the schools picked their next students. She had to jump the gun. She plopped her laptop on her bed and began searching. She had to find somewhere to go, a school to apply to first. She knew her acting was good, but it wasn't great. Which meant she needed a mentor, she needed help, she needed someone to teach her. She altered her plan and began looking for a mentor. She decided, if I find a mentor before I apply, I have a better chance at getting selected. She looked and typed and wondered, stared at her background every now and then for inspiration. She glanced at the clock and did a double-take. It was 12:30 A.M. and she had to be up for school the next day. She dropped her laptop next to her bed, and pulled the covers up to her arm pits. She tucked herself in, and hoped for steamy dreams of Tom Hiddleston.

Next Morning:

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

5:30 A.M.

Brianna's arm slapped out of the covers, her hand landing smack on the snooze button. She was on auto-pilot, her mind never functioned without her coffee nor her tea. She felt it was a tea kind of day. She tended to think that tea was her good luck charm and she needed lots of luck. She groaned, still asleep.

She threw her covers off and rolled out of bed. She dragged her feet to the bathroom and began her morning routine: shower, wash her hair, brush her teeth in the shower, and wash her face in the shower. When she finished, she grabbed her polka dotted robe and dragged it on her body. She tied the sash around her waist. Brianna gripped the sink, so her hands wouldn't slip. She cleared the condensation on the mirror, and looked at her reflection. Her straight, chestnut colored hair was matted to her head, and her eyes bore holes through the mirror with a piercing blue gaze. Her clean skin was just a few shades darker than snow. Her cheeks had red roses blooming on them. Her lips were full, plump, and soft from her shower. Brianna slid her finger down her ski-slope nose. She dragged fingers through her hair, and sighed. It was going to be a long day.

She threw herself on her bed, aiming her face for the pillow. She spoke into her pillow, complaining of her problems and stress. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck, dripping onto the pillow. Brianna got dressed, threw on jeans and a red v-neck polo, thin fabric so she was comfortable.

She tiptoed down the stairs, careful not to wake her parents. They hated being woken up because she was being loud. As Brianna hit the leveled floor, she stood on the balls of her feet, careful not to make noise. She made her way to the kitchen, took her mug from the cabinet and filled it with water. It was time for her morning tea; she would get her coffee craving later. Brianna put the microwave for three minutes; she liked her tea hot. She took the mug out of the microwave before it hit the 0:00 mark. She hated the beeping noise it made, it drove her mad. 

She dipped her tea bag into the mug, pondering her plan of action. "Do I talk to my drama teacher before or after school? He did say he could help, but what if....say I go before school, and we start talking about good stuff, and the bell rings for first period! All of our conjoined thoughts will have evaporated from our minds! No, I'll go after school." Brianna spoke to herself often, it helped her organize her thoughts and make decisions. She looked down and her tea was ready. She began to realize that she automatically made her tea, total auto-pilot. She shrugged her shoulders, grabbed a cover for her mug, the mug itself, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door. She lived a short five minute walk to the school. The walk helped her clear her head and she drank her tea along the way. It was relieving for her soul, in a way. 

She arrived school and began her day. She had drama class last, so she didn't worry much until half way through the day, her friends started to mock her dreams again. "So, Bri! How's your plan of meeting Mr. Famous? Has he acknowledged you yet?! I mean, you're such a good actress, I must assume you've met already!" They always made fun of her. They thought her dreams were foolish. She dismissed their childish antics, she wouldn't hear anymore. All she reminded herself of was that quote she saw...or she just remembered. It went a little something like this: Our dreams are big so we can fit into them. The gist of the quote was we have big dreams so we can fit into them, like new clothes or big shoes we got when we were younger. 

She was tired of her friends mocking her, taunting her. They always poked fun at her. She sat there in her english class, two periods before drama. She felt uncomfortable and started to squirm in her chair. Their mockery made her feel funny inside; not sad, or disappointed, or silly, or...any of those but...unlike herself. She dismissed their comments again with the wave of her hand. She tuned her "friends" out by thinking of scenarios when she meets Tom. Maybe it might be subtle, different? Or maybe blunt! She fantasized about him...he really clouded up her mind. "---YOU'LL NEVER MEET TOM, BRIANNA, HE'S TOO FAMOUS AND YOU SUCK AT ACTING," Brianna's so called "friend" screamed at her. Brianna finally acknowledged her friend. She'd had enough and Brianna thought it was about time they shut up. "You know what, Sadie?! Instead of hooking up with guys every weekend, making fun of people because I'm jealous of them, stealing things from stores, and beating down my friends, I'M ACTUALLY MAKING SOMETHING OF MYSELF. I'm pretty sure I never asked for your opinion. I never wanted it, nor do I want to hear it again. So, please, do us all a favor and shut your pretty little mouth before I stitch it shut for you!" Brianna spat back. Sadie, the good-for-nothing friend, just stared at Brianna, wide-eyed, mouth agape. The whole class was watching them now. Brianna stood up and walked out. "Fuck this," Brianna whispered under her breath. She gathered her books, put them in the bag, handed in her classwork and walked out the door. 

Brianna was done. School was going to change, she had to figure something out. She was completely over it. Brianna made the conscious decision to switch her schedule, she was done with those.....bitches. Brianna made her way to the outside door, it was time for a walk. She reached the door, and looked back. She thought to herself how this was the new break she'd been waiting for. It was time for a change. 

She pushed the door open and was welcomed to the outside world with chilly air. She took her first step outside the school and looked around. She headed toward the trees, the enormous, ancient trees. They stood strong and bold, as if they were wise. She threw her feet one in front of the other, passing the parking lot. She attracted the eyes of teachers, and she met all of their gazes. She reached the trees and shrugged her backpack off. She stretched her arms to the sky, rolled her neck around, and tightened her leg muscles. She felt relaxed, despite the big show that just happened. She sat herself against the biggest tree of them all, a giant oak tree. The tree had a wide trunk, and long thick branches. There were miniature twigs that looked like foot holders if someone decided to climb the tree. Brianna was careful not to sit against those baby twigs. Brianna stretched her long legs in front of her and looked around. It was cold, crisp, chilly, but the sun was shining and the sky was an off-blue, a little like the color of a frozen lake. She stared at the little cotton balls that hung high. She switched her gaze to someone walking towards her. When she saw who it was, her heart fell. She knew he would be disappointed that she isn't in class. She also knew he'd be more concerned as to the why. It was her drama teacher, Mr. Mark Ruffalo. He was widely known, famous really. But Brianna considered him a real person, a friend. He strolled over to the tree she was sitting at. She admired that he was different, always seemed comfortable in what he was in. Mark wore a pink button-up shirt, rolled up to the elbows. It was untucked, hanging loosely on his dark blue jeans. He wore tan suede sneakers, clearly not looking to impress anyone. "Ms. Tohler, what might you be doing outside, when there are classes going on? Classes you should be in," Mark said. Brianna hated when he called her that. She brushed off the name, and replied smoothly, "I'm tired and done, and I think it's about time I throw my name out into the acting world." Mark laughed at her response, he expected nothing less from this girl. "Well, I think it's about time you go back into class, people will worry where you are," he replied coolly. "Wonderful thing you're here then, you can tell them I'm outside, laying against a really big, and fat tree!" she sniped back. Mark realized she was very snappy and sassy, which was unlike her, considering she looked up to her drama teacher. He sat down across from her, settled down in cross-legged form. "What happened?" Mark questioned. Brianna's face softened when he asked her and he immediately knew what happened. "Again?" Mark spoke softly now, as he realized he was entering a touchy subject with Brianna: her acting career. She nodded her head, her heart coming into her throat. "It was getting worse and I just had enough and.....I exploded," Brianna told Mark. She considered him a fatherly figure, someone very dear to her. She trusted him and took shelter in his comfort. She confided in him often and felt no harm in doing so. "Brianna, I told you not to----oh please don't cry," Mark begged. Brianna felt the tears welling up in her eyes, and knew they were going to fall. She looked down at her jeans and watched her tears drip onto them, their moisture soaking through the fabric. Mark took on the fatherly role he felt all too often with Brianna; he reminded her of his little sister, someone he doesn't see often. He kneeled next to her and wrapped the crying teenager in his arms. Her body shook with sobs against Mark's chest. He felt his heart burdening with each sob. He sat down and Brianna just let it out. All the stress she's been feeling, her friends bagging on her, she let everything out. Mark rocked back and forth, trying to comfort her. When he talked to her about her career, she seemed older than she was. When she told him about her problems and she broke down like this, he remembers she's just a child who needs guidance. "There, there, shhhhh," Mark rocked back and forth. Brianna curled at his chest, her sobs clawing at her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled to the brim and overflowing with tears. She saw a man, a father, practically her father, staring back at her. She slowed down her sobs, and just let the silent tears flow. Mark held her, as if protecting her from all bad things. It hurt him to see her cry. She sat up, and Mark unwrapped his arms. She wiped her eyes, dried her face, and looked at where her head had been laying on Mark's chest. She laughed, a sweet laughter, the laughter of a crying person. Mark looked at his shirt and began laughing as well. "Nothing that the washer won't fix!" Mark exclaimed. Brianna sat there thinking, and remembered what she wanted to ask him. "Mark, I need help." Brianna spoke suddenly, with purpose. Mark raised his eyebrows, "With what? Whaddya need, kiddo?" "I need to find a mentor for my career before school ends so I can audition somewhere." Mark's jaw dropped a little, surprised at her request. "N-now? Well....I understand, auditions are at the beginning of July...and you want me to? Find someone to be your mentor?" Brianna nodded her head to his response. She knew he would help, he was like his daughter, he'd do everything to help. "Alright, I'll talk to some old friends, see what I can do. I'll get you someone good though, someone famous, I can make that promise. Deal?" Mark offered to Brianna a life-changing deal. She knew his help would get her soaring through the heavens. "DEAL, YES, DEAL, DEAL, I LOVE IT, THANK YOU!" Brianna tackled him to the grass, excited and happy. She was going to get her wish, she was going to get her break. Brianna stood up and felt it was a new day. The school bell had rang and she was ready to kill all of her obstacles. She pulled Mark up on his feet and danced a little. She hugged Mark goodbye, smiled, hugged him again, tighter this time, and she took off running into a new world. Mark was left standing there, completely baffled. It was time to talk to some old friends. Mark brushed his hands off on his jeans. He took his phone out of his back pocket and went to his contacts. "Hmmmmm, who am I going to talk to?" He decided someone that would most likely help the most and would get along with Brianna the most. He hit the call button and put the phone to his ear. "Hey, man, it's been a long time," said the mystery person. Mark knew this person would help and he couldn't wait to see the look on Brianna's face when she met her new mentor.

Brianna did a skipping dance to her house, excited and fearless. "It's a day for good luck!" Brianna went up to her room to try her good luck. She looked at local acting schools, schools that required auditions, famous acting schools. *PING* Brianna snapped out her happiness, confused by the sound. It registered in her mind that it was her e-mail. She clicked the tab on her laptop and selected the e-mail. She saw it was from her drama teacher and consultant, practically father, Mark Ruffalo. She clicked the link to message and read. "Dear, Brianna, I know you asked me for a favor, but now I must ask of you a favor of my own! I need you to fill out these questions, be truthful, please! Keep short and sweet, to the point! Much love, Mark." She scanned the questions carefully. "Do I have a temper? What do I like to do? What don't I like to do? What do I like to eat?! THIS IS LIKE A...A....QUESTIONNAIRE OR SOMETHING." Brianna was confused, skeptical. She filled the questions out anyway, curious what Mark had in store for her. She had already pulled Mark on the boat and she had to help him man the sails. She wouldn't get anywhere if they didn't work together. 

She decided she'd spend the next few weeks visiting places. She'd tell the school she was taking a month vacation for college and would be gone. Surely, they'd understand. Her school loved when kids left to look at colleges, universities, etc. She began looking at schools. She'd been receiving e-mails recently, saying she should go visit fill-in-the-blank school for fill-in-the-blank reason. She felt it was a waste of time. Until one e-mail caught her eye. "Ooooh, what's this..." Brianna wondered. She clicked the e-mail and was shown the most beautiful campus she'd seen. AMDA. 

*RING RING RING*

Brianna had left Nerd HQ, hands shaking. Is this my life? All she saw in her mind's eye was Tom Hiddleston, telling her that her gravel, hoarse, completely-dying voice was hot. She had had total eye contact with the sexiest man on the planet. Her breathing was shallow, she could barely get enough oxygen.

She did her most known fangirling face: drag her hand down her face, making it look like she was melting. The current events had made Brianna forget about her makeup. She took out her phone and look in its mirror. "This makeup needs to come off A.S.A.P., it's beginning to feel sticky," Brianna noted to herself. She stood on her toes, searching for a bathroom. She saw one open; it was a family bathroom but she didn't care as long as no one was waiting. She glanced at her once-white gloves and gasped. They were covered in blue and she realized how funny she must look. She made her way to the bathroom. She knocked first, making sure it was empty. She opened the door slowly, just in case someone was there. When all was clear, she slipped in, shutting the door, or so she thought. She was inspecting her face when someone walked in. She nearly slipped from her skin. She was so terrified and astonished someone would just walk in without knocking. She was ready to scream for dear life and shove the person, but when the person turned, all was forgotten. They had made eye contact. Brianna found herself staring into the beautiful eyes of Tom Hiddleston. The sudden thoughts of anger, surprise, and shock evaporated from Brianna's mind. She forgot all the words she was going to say and just froze.

"Mystique, what a pleasure!" said the thoughtful Brit. Brianna could not get a word out of her mouth. "Uh...h-h-hello," stuttered Brianna. Tom noticed she was uncomfortable but made no attempt to leave. "I'm Brianna," her brain said automatically. She was shocked at her auto-pilot, she couldn't even form sentences in her head. Her brain would do the talking for her. Tom's eyebrows raised slightly as he closed his eyes and opened them. "Well, hello, Brianna, it's a pleasure to know your name, under the circumstances!" He chuckled to himself. Her voice had been ringing in his ears since she asked her question in the Nerd HQ. Brianna replied, steadily, trying to gain composure. "P-pleasure's all mine!" 

Brianna looked at her hands and realized the wet towel she was going to clean her paint with. She glanced at Tom who was now looking at the towel as well. He seemed to be thinking. She was admiring his face, well, his whole composure and body, when he said something rather interesting. "Were you planning on cleaning your paint off," he questioned. He now looked at her, his eyes boring into hers. She was sure he could see her soul, but she refused to back down and look away. Gaining confidence, Brianna replied back to the sex god standing in front of her. "Actually, yes, I was. Why do you ask?" She was being sassy and harsh. But Tom's eyes flicked from happy to a little something different. It reminded Brianna of the look he gave her in Nerd HQ. She felt her knees go weak, but she stood her ground. "I could help if you'd like, if that's alright with you. It seems like a pain to do it yourself....doesn't it," Tom asked. Brianna had to process his response. She had to take away some words and find what she was looking for. When she thought about his answer, her eyes got wide with surprise, shock, and a tad bit of arousal. The sex god of your life..was going to touch your face...gently...and clean off her paint. He was going to touch  her. She noticed she was beginning to hyperventilate. She forced herself to breathe naturally. "Uhhhhh...." Brianna sighed. Tom decided for her and stepped toward her. His long, muscular legs stretched across the bathroom, reaching her in two strides. He took the back of her hand and put it in the palm of his hand. He watched her eyes as he pried her hand open, finger by finger. Brianna was beginning to lose feeling in her face. She felt as if she was going to fall through the floor, if that was possible. Tom let go of Brianna's hand and ran the towel through warm water.

He watched her, admiring her really, through the mirror above the sink. He looked at her hair, wondered if it was really that red. He took a gander at her roots and realized her hair was just as fiery. He inspected her, looked at her nose, her eyes. He lingered for a while on her eyes, her piercing ice blue eyes. The only eyes, he realized, that could deliver a stare to send chills down your spine. When she looked up from her hands, it was immediate eye contact. Tom's face went pink and Brianna giggled to herself. She looked around the bathroom, then looked at Tom's back. She was in shock. This man, this beautiful, british man, this beautiful, british, muscular, blue-eyed, tall, very tall, fair-skinned, wonderfully sweet, man. She was falling into a deep pit of Tom Hiddleston and she didn't even care. 

He squeezed the towel so it wasn't soggy. He turned around and motioned for Brianna to lean against the sink. 

Tom was a very tall man, 6'2. Brianna was short, compared to Tom, only coming up to 5'5. Tom had a major height advantage on her. He took small, sure steps towards Brianna. He stopped when his legs fit right in-between hers. He was sure Brianna stopped breathing when his legs came into contact with hers; he dismissed it. When the towel touched Brianna's forehead, wet with a firm hand behind it, she let out a short intake of breath. She was still, frozen, unmoving, stationary. The only part of her that visibly moved was her eyes. Tom took notice of her moving eyes, watching his every move. He was on his best behavior, he wanted to make an impression. He knew he had already done so, but he wanted to do it again. 

"I bet you're even lovelier under all your paint," Tom purred. Brianna couldn't believe her ears; a british man called her lovely. LOVELY. Her hands began to shake again. He brushed the towel across her forehead, gently pressing down to get the paint. He pulled it across her forehead and down her jawline. He brought it to her chin and began there. He pulled and tugged a little at her chin. He used his other hand to keep her steady, holding her by the baseline of her hair at her neck or holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger. As he pulled on her chin and got closer to her lips, he couldn't help but completely focus on her lips. They were full, pouty even. He tugged at the bottom lip purposely, made sure Brianna felt him tugging. While Tom's breathing got heavy, Brianna's got short. She struggled for air, considering her position. Tom continued to the jawline again and began pulling at the paint. He got it off her cheek and chin and stopped suddenly. He removed the towel from her face and inspected it. He laughed aloud; admittedly, Brianna's face looked quite funny with white skin on one end of the face, blue on the other. He began cleaning again, making his way to her nose. He rubbed her nose, discovering her ski-slope. He thought it was cute, made note of it, and continued to her eye. He got to her eyes and began to clean again. He glanced at the eye not being cleaned and noticed it was completely focused on him. He met her gaze but she did not look away. She held strong, steady, sure. He backed down first and he felt her face stretch a little; she was smirking. He cleaned her cheeks. He put the towel down when he realized he was done. He took the chance and held her head in his hands. He realized things he didn't see before. She had long eyelashes, and they curled to perfection. Her lips were not only full and plump, but rose red against her skin. Her skin looked soft and caressable but he withheld such doings. 

"Well, tell me what you think," Tom told Brianna. She attempted to turn, unaware he hadn't moved her legs. She almost tripped over his feet, but Tom was quick to react. He held out a strong, muscular forearm and wrapped her before she fell. He brought her back up by his arms. They stood there, with Tom's arm wrapped around Brianna's front. As much as the two had liked, they felt the awkwardness building and Tom let go. Brianna inspected her face; she was satisfied. She turned around and smiled, her first smile at Tom. Tom took note of many personal things, her smiles included. When she smiled at him, he felt his heart swell. "So I take it I did a good job," Tom wondered aloud. "Yes, it's never been this clean before, it's wonderful, thank you!" Brianna was excited for countless reasons, she simply could not put them into words.

All it takes is twenty seconds of insane courage and great things will happen.

Brianna felt those 20 seconds and leaped into Tom's arms for a hug, a thank you hug. She jumped to his neck, and he bent down to accommodate her. When he felt no shifting, he lifted his body to full length. Her feet were off the ground. Brianna felt his body weight shift and felt herself being lifted. He wrapped his arms around her and settled his head in the nook of her neck. Brianna hugged him even tighter. She had to cherish this moment. It's not everyday you meet your idol, the sexiest man alive, and they lift you and hug you and offer to clean your paint off your face and Brianna's head felt like it was going to explode. He put her down and hugged her as best as he could with both of their feet on the ground. He hugged tight. 

"I'm sorry, I hate to ask, but don't you have somewhere to be? Another place? Somewhere? I'd hate to be that person," Brianna exclaimed. He promised her she was okay. 

"Can I trust you with a secret," Tom questioned. He decided to be sneaky, clever, feisty. Brianna knew something was different now, he changed somehow. He seemed...gruffy, harsh, in control but he clearly wasn't. "Yes, of course, what is it," Brianna asked him. Tom motioned for her to walk over so he could 'tell' her a secret. When she reached him, he swooped her in his arms and kissed her flat on the mouth. Brianna's eyes were wide, bigger than a penny. She was shocked, surprised. She felt ambushed. She decided...she liked it. She dived right into the kiss, lips first. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He walked with her attached to his chest and pushed her up against the wall. Brianna's hands were travelling up Tom's neck, she dragged her nails on his scalp. She clearly triggered something inside Tom because he moaned into her mouth. She felt the sexual tension building up. They just started making out, out of the blue, and it was already heated. 

Tom hitched her up higher, right at his abdomen. She broke the making out, she needed a breather. They stared into each other's eyes, getting totally and utterly lost. Lust and sex was plastered on the top of Tom's forehead. "You're perfect, I haven't stopped thinking about you, you make me so frustrated," muttered Tom. He began kissing Brianna again, more passionately. He let her slide a little lower, his boner pressing into her. 

She had to make a decision fast: was she going to possibly fuck Tom Hiddleston while there were hundreds of thousands of people? She made her decision and sealed it with a groan of pleasure. Tom was pressing his pelvis into the wall; it was as if he wanted her to sit on his boner. She grinded her hips into him, receiving pleasure. If she was going to fuck a sex god, she was going to do it right. 

She began to drag her fingers across his back; she wanted to leave marks. He put her down, letting her feet touch the floor. Their lips were attached by some glue called pleasure. Tom turned, putting his back against the white tiled wall. He slid down the wall. Eventually, Brianna was straddling Tom and her head was beginning to swim. They began the struggle of stripping. Brianna began to unbutton Tom's crisp white shirt. Although she loved the way he looked in a clean white shirt, she wanted him shirtless, naked. Brianna reached the last button before the shirt was tucked in his pants. She pulled the shirt out and continued unbuttoning. She opened his shirt to slide it off his shoulders. She noticed he was wearing a white tank top underneath. She ran her hands down his defined arms and to his hands. When she reached his hands, she weaved her fingers into his and held them. She took their hands and held them above their heads, against the wall. Tom looked at her and smirked. "Just what do you think you're doing," he teased. Her kisses were her response. She pressed her mouth against his, pressed her body down into his penis. Brianna felt Tom's tongue at the rim of her lips, asking for permission. She opened her mouth, welcomed its presence. His tongue entered, exploring a new place. She felt Tom's tongue retract back into his mouth. He pulled away a little. Brianna was confused, then shocked. Tom had bitten her bottom lip and was chewing on it. Brianna was in fuck heaven and she needed to come back to earth. 

Brianna realized she still had her cosplay clothes on. She unzipped and undressed until she stood in a bra and underwear. Tom looked at her up and down, and told himself to be gentle. He stood and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. He slipped his shoes off as well. He laid down on the floor in the pile of his clothes. He beckoned Brianna over, they weren't done yet. She straddled her legs by his hips and bent down to kiss him. Tom's hands explored her almost bare back. Every time Tom would pass over the bra strap, he would snap it; pull it back and let it relap back to its original shape. Every time he did it, Brianna would whimper. He loved the sound she made when she whimpered. It made him weak and hard. He knew he was hard, harder than a rock. 

Tom continued exploring her back and made his way down to her ass. He had no idea what to expect, but once his hands went with the curve of her back, he knew what to feel. He let his hands sit above her tailbone. He pushed his hands down and got her fully in his hands. He spanked her, hard. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you," he questioned her, the sultry in his voice thick. She reached down and grabbed a hold of his hard dick. "Not as bad as you are, having sex in a public bathroom, hmmm," she retorted. Her hand had shut him up. He was breathing hard now and it was evident he was forcing the air out, as if he could barely breathe. She slid her hand up his dick and all the way up his body. She reached his shoulder and put her hands on the floor by his shoulders. She rolled her hips into his boner, making him groan. He pushed his hips up to heighten the pleasure. Tom put the palm of his hand on her stomach and slid it up to her breast. He pushed against it, hoping it was sensitive. She moaned lightly, so he assumed it was. 

An aspiring actress; a hidden, nobody-knows-her-talent aspiring actress. Three will listen. Three will teach. Two will help. Two will leave. One will consider. One will cherish, and two will hope together. No one will hire. And no one will turn into someone.

Brianna, the aspiring actress with a fair face, a beautiful face. Her hair is the color of chestnut and her eyes sparkle like the aqua ocean, like the clear blue sky. Her skin is light, just shades darker than snow. Her cheeks are flowers of red roses, blooming on her cheeks. Her smile is as radiant as the sun, you cannot help but watch her.

She dreams of a long-lived career of acting beside her idol, Tom Hiddleston. But she knows, her dreams are far to get to. She hasn't even found someone to help her in her studies, school doesn't start until fall and she is still in winter of that same year, and she is mentorless. Her friends tell her, "Oh, Bri, it's so far and hard to get to and he's so famous and you're so....not." What help they are for Brianna's dreams. She's got this all planned out: get a mentor before school starts, look for scouts, perform in front of agents, look for agents, meet Tom Hiddleston..or maybe meet Tom and then perform in front of agents? Okay, maybe Brianna didn't know how she was going to get there. But what she did know was she was going to meet her idol and her career was going to flourish under his watchful eye.

A FEW YEARS LATER: