DISCLAIMER: This is a Fictional Story from MY Over Active
Imagination! I don’t know Gale or Randy or their opinions on the Famous White
Scarf Auction!
Cheers and Happy
Nite Storm
~ The
White Scarf ~
“What’s wrong with you?” Gale asks in
concern, noticing the last couple of days his friend/cast mate has been quite,
not his normal bouncy sunshine self, thinking when they casted him as Justin
they really knew their shit.
“Nothing.” Randy defensively mumbles,
continuing to read over their upcoming lines.
“Yes It Is . . . . cause
you’re not your usually Sunshine self.” Gale comments in concern, playfully
flopping down on Brian’s sofa beside Randy.
“You wanna go over lines?” Randy suggests,
holding up the script.
“NO! I wanna know what’s bother you!” Gale
firmly states in concern, quickly taking the script from the younger man’s
hand.
“I need to study I don’t know my lines.”
Randy whines, trying to get the script back.
“When do you ever?” Gale playfully comments,
with one of those smiles that Randy hates, not really hates, but him being
straight makes him hate it.
“Gale!” Randy whines, making another attempt
at getting the script back.
“Randy!” Gale states in a mocking tone with a
laugh.
“Alright! . . . do . . . . did you know . . .”
Randy struggles to explain, thinking Gale is going to think he’s crazy.
“Stop being such a drama princesses and tell
me.” Gale says with a laugh thinking again how well they casted the role of
Justin.
“Promise me you’re not gonna laugh.” Randy
sincerely pleads, turning to face the older man.
“Tell Me!” Gale states playfully wrapping his
hands around his neck, causing Randy to struggle with a laugh, falling
backwards on the sofa.
“Okay . . . .” Randy struggles to say between
laughing.
“They’re auctioning off the scarf.” Randy
explains finally, but making no attempt in getting out from under Gale that’s
half on him and half on the sofa.
“What scarf?” Gale asks, slightly moving hair
from the younger man’s face.
“Our white scarf! . . . . I knew you
wouldn’t care.” Randy agitatedly states pushing Gale off, and getting up and
pacing around the loft set.
“With or without your blood?” Gale jokingly
asks, sitting up.
“You’re sick.” Randy points out with a laugh,
sitting back down beside him.
“Me?” Gale asks, trying to look hurt while
laughing.
“Soooo . . . . when is this auction?” Gale nonchalantly asks.
“NOW! On
eBay.” Randy explains.
“Come on!” Gale states grabbing Randy’s wrist
and pulling him along, seeing in crystal blue eyes how important the scarf
means.
Gale drags Randy to his dressing room and
they pull up eBay on his laptop. Finding out that
there is three days left of the auction, and current bid is one thousand forty
American dollars.
“Damn! Over a thousand
dollars.” Gale quickly comments looking over Randy’s shoulder at the
screen of the current bid and picture of the scarf.
“Would you think I was crazy if I was to bid
on it?” Randy careful asks, glancing up at Gale that is still leaning over him,
looking at the screen.
“No but Why?” Gale curiously asks, flopping
down on the small loveseat across from him, wanting to hear the true meaning,
to go with the importance that’s showing in his eyes.
“I don’t know . . . . . cause . . . .” Randy struggles
to explain, turning around in the chair to look directly at Gale.
“It was such a big part of our first season
together.” Randy sincerely explains after a few minutes of silence, getting up
and sitting down on the loveseat beside Gale.
“If you would’ve told someone how important
it was to you before the auction they would have given it to you.” Gale points
out getting up and sitting back down in front of the laptop.
“I know . . .
I just didn’t . . . . somebody is gonna own . .
. . . it was a stupid ideal.” Randy tires to explain but
stops, as Gale starts typing, and he gets up and leans over his shoulder.
“Whada
ya doing?” Randy curiously asks, trying to ignore for
the millionths time how good the older man always smells.
“Well! You want it don’t ya?”
Gale comments taking out his wallet and pulling out a credit card.
“Yeah.” Randy mumbles,
resting his chin on his shoulder, his hands resting on the arms of the chair,
watching him type in his credit card number.
“Two Thousand
Dollars!
You can’t do that!” Randy firmly states standing.
“You can pay me back with interest.” Gale
says with a laugh.
“Ha Ha.” Randy sarcastically says, with a smile, and Gale takes a
deep breath trying to ignore that sunshine smile for the millionths time.
Afterwards they sit and go over lines
together, but before they’re called to the set. Randy makes Gale promise not to
tell anyone.
~ ~
~ ~ ~
Gale keeps a close eye on the bidding that
stays two thousand dollars till the last night, and it starts going up a few
dollars at a time. Randy refuses to let him make any more bids, explaining that
it’s stupid to be that attached to a prop.
~ ~
~ ~ ~
Gale can’t help but notices the day after the
auction that the younger man doesn’t have that sunshine smile that he’s gotten so
attached too and suggests that after taping he should come over to his place,
just to hang out and they could order out, and Randy agrees.
~ ~
~ ~ ~
After about an hour of watching television,
and eating Chinese, Gale can’t take anymore of the younger man’s gloomy mood,
and goes into his bedroom, and quickly returns with a white slender box wrapped
with a cloth black bow, and jumps over the back of the sofa, and slides in
beside him.
“It’s even in its original box and bow,
papers to prove it.” Gale happily informs, handing over the box to a very
confused Randy.
“Gale! . . . . I told you NO! . . . When? How?” Randy emotionally says, excitedly opening the box as
if a little child at Christmas, and admiring the scarf.
“I have issues with listening.” Gale comments
with a laugh, thinking back to last night coming home and not able to sleep,
because of thoughts of how much Randy wanted the white scarf.
“Thank You . . .Thank
You . . . . Thank you.” Randy sincerely says, with a large smile.
“You’re Welcome.” Gale sincerely says, loving
that the sunshine smile has returned.
~ The End ~
Author’s Note: This is a Fictional story from
my over active imagination, for entertainment purpose only! I’m just obsessed
with the white scarf, and a romantic thought about one secretly buying it for
the other. I Do Not Know Or Claiming to Know anything
about Gale or Randy’s private life. It’s just a Fictional Story! J
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Nite Storm
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