Ǥαℓɛ+Ƙαтиιƨƨ Ғσяɛʌɛя wrote:.: p h e o n i x :. wrote:
It all started very simple. Pheonix was a massive fan of the A-lister celebrity, Blake Tyson Depp. That was why she jumped at the chance to go to the premiere of Hunger, a comedy horror about the last man alive at the end of the world. Blake Depp played the main character.
So there she was, pressed up against the railings by other fans, a notebook and pen clasped tightly in her hands, waiting for him to make an entrance.
And make an entrance he did.
He stepped out of the shining black limo and into the sunlight. His hair, which had been washed, glistened. His dark eyes smoldered under the tinted sunglasses he wore. His (what she considered to be) god-like body was covered in a crisp black suit with a plain blue shirt. And on his size nine feet were a pair of freshly polished black shoes.
Pheonix thought that she was going to faint.
He was walking her way.
He was walking towards her.
She was going to meet him!
He stopped in front of her, his eyes taking in her form: Hourglass body shape donning skin-tight ripped, leather, wet-look leggings, a plain black short sleeved top with peace signs (in yellow, green and pink) and some simple, low black heels. Her hair was a chin length auburn bob.
Snapping out of it, he reached forwards and took the pen from her hand and quickly signed his signiture. A shock of electricity shot through each as them as their flesh brushed. And then he was gone.
Pheonix's heart sank, but she hoped she would see him again later. He, of course, would be watching the movie. He didn't really have a choice.
So she continued to get signatures from the rest of the cast until it was time for her to go inside. Shoving her notebook and pen back into her bag, she pulled over the stiff ticket and handed it to the person at the door, who directed her inside.
It was dark, but not too dark. And upon reaching the room where the film would be watched, it grew even darker.
Shuffling around, she found a spare seat and sat down in it, her right leg crossing over her left as she wriggled to make herself comfortable.
"It's you again."
She whipped her head around and found herself face to face with Blake Tyson Depp. Her heart felt like it was trying to escape. Her mouth was dry. Shaking herself, she smiled.
"It's me again." Pheonix assured him as he smiled back.
"Why are you here? I didn't think they would be selling tickets." His comment seemed off-hand, but it made a beast raise it's head in her chest and her eyes narrow as she leaned forward to glare at him.
"Well, they did. If you don't want me to sit next to you, I'll move." It was a snappish voice, tainted with anger and frustration. Yet, she did not know where it came from; it didn't even sound like her. She didn't want to move! She was sitting right next to the most gorgeous man on Earth! Why would she move?
"No no no!" He exclaimed, shaking his head with his hands up, palms facing towards her and finger's spread. "I didn't mean it! Stay here; there's no other seats."
He was right, of course. Why was he right? He was always right.
Pheonix sighed heavily through her nose.
"Oh, I suppose I'll stay then." She admitted, leaning back once more.
"I knew you would."
There he was, being right again. Why was he always right?
Deciding to change the flow of the conversation (Her, having a conversation with a celebrity!), she looked around at the other famous people.
"I thought you didn't like to watch your own stuff?"
"I don't. Normally, when it starts, I sneak out to the toilets and say there."
She giggled. That was a rather funny image to imagine. Blake Tyson Depp, hiding in a bathroom.
Composing herself, she took a few deep breaths.
"So you hide in the toilets until the movie is over like a child hiding under the quilt covers from a monster?" Oh, she was rubbing it in. And she would continue to rub it in at every chance she got. Who say's that you'll get another chance to speak to him?
He was running his fingers through those lucious locks of melted chocolate. She wanted to touch it, to feel it........
"I suppose so, yes." He admitted, his strong voice breaking her out of her daydream.
"Are you going to do that today? Leave me here, all on my lonesome?"
"I was going to, but now I'm not so sure."
That was good. He seemed to be staying because of her. That thought made her mouth dry again.
Licking her lips to spread the moisture the best she could when not having a drink for well over three hours, Pheonix brushed her auburn fridge out of her face.
"How about a drink?" She hoped he would agree.
"If you're buying." He teased, eyes flashing in the darkness.
She stared at him, afronted, before standing.
"Alright. Although, you are the celebrity with loads of dosh, I suppose I can buy you a drink. What do you want?"
"Cola, please." He answered simply, and she nodded. She could get a bottle, no problem.
As she turned away to go and buy it, his fingers trapped her wrist in a vice-like grip and twisted her around.
"Buy it with this." He shoved a wad of notes into her smaller hand and she nodded, closing her fingers over the cash. Then she turned away again when he let go and strode through the crowd until she reached the door. Pushing it open with her free hand, she walked out into the bright light. Standing for a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the change, she found the refreshments stall.
Upon arriving at it, she quickly ordered the refreshments. As it was placed on the counter she handed over the money and was quick to recieve change. Placing it in her pocket, she held the heavy bottle in one hand. It was a two litre, after all! Good job she'd got some plastic cups too.
Then inside the theatre she went, pushing the door open with her shoulder. It had become darker since she had gone and she took a few moments to find her way back to Blake. Passing him a cup and the bottle, she sat down, crossing one leg over the other like it had been before. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him open the bottle and pour himself some.
Holding out her glass, she watched the dark liquid fill her cup until it stopped, froth at the top. Taking a sip, she sighed as the flavours played on her tongue.
And the movie began.
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They had been whispering to each other for the better part of the movie and Blake now knew her address, her name and her mobile number. She knew of his life as a celebrity.
Then he kissed her.
Their lips moulded together like a jigsaw and she felt like they were tingling. His hands her on her waist while her's were around his neck. It was a good job that they were sat at the back.
The movie ended.
Feeling nervous once more, she smiled shyly before walking past him. He stopped her and pressed her against the wall, kissing her softly and soundly on her bruised lips.
"We'll have to keep this a secret, you know." She breathed as he rested his forehead against her's.
"I know. We'll take it slow until you're ready." Until she was ready to announce it to the world.
This was amazing! Will you write any more?
I'm not sure: It was a spur of the moment thing.
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