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Lost and Found	By : skyvalley Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 4218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Don't know Johnny, don't know anything about his life, definately don't own him. Just decided to place him in a story to alleviate my own boredom. Don't sue etc etc. Ok? Will eventually be Johnny/OFC pairing. Don't like? Don't read.

Chapter 1

“Fuck”, Johnny muttered. He was looking at the gas gauge, which was indicating that he should have filled up at the petrol station in the town he’d passed through, oh, about 30 miles back. The only reason he hadn’t bothered was because he had noticed that the station was just down the goddamned street from a freakin’ movie theatre. And what was worse was that there had been a huge gang of teenage girls waiting outside, no doubt in line to see some huge blockbuster starring their biggest and latest crush.

Johnny wasn’t so arrogant as to think they’d all suddenly spot him and stampede over, all thoughts of Ashton Kutcher banished from their minds, but he was still realistic. At least of few of them – if they noticed him – were likely to want autographs… and kisses… and hugs... and then they’d probably beg him to wait while they went to buy a camera from a nearby store so they could capture the wondrous event on film and treasure the photos for the rest of their lives… and then the crowd would draw more people and they’d want the kisses and the pictures …and he’d just want to tell them all to fuck off and then speed away into the sunset, well sunlight anyway …and then word would get around and everyone would start saying he was a prick and no-one would want to work with him and his career would be over!

So maybe he was exaggerating a tiny bit, but he liked to do the whole ‘expect the worst, hope for the best’ kind of thing. Well, actually he didn’t like to do that, it’s just his mind had a horrible habit of concocting very vivid Worst Case Scenarios, in fact he was pretty much an expert at it. Anyway, realistic or not he still thought it was for the best that he hadn’t stopped because after such a long, hugely tiring drive even the most well meaning fan would have the capacity to annoy the hell out of him and he liked to think he was a nice guy.

“Fuck”, he mumbled to himself “I am a nice guy.”

As the car began to slow down, he sighed.

“Great, I’m a nice guy, with no gas.” He pulled over to the side of the road, beginning to think that maybe seeing a few fans wasn’t so bad if it allowed him to actually reach his destination before night began to fall and the dangerous wild animals began to roam around. He looked briefly over the inside of his car wondering whether it would withstand attack from wolves… maybe even bears?

“Damn it I don’t think they even have bears here, let’s focus on solving the actual problem instead of the imagined one.”

Johnny pushed open the car door and stepped out onto the grass verge with a sigh, he noticed that it was a pleasantly warm day and he had to admit – albeit grudgingly – that the countryside did look rather beautiful. There was barely a sound… so different from the cities that he spent so much of his time in. He began to wonder what the town he would be staying in was like, he knew it wasn’t all that far from here and he had to admit that if it was anything like the surrounding areas he thought he’d like it a lot.

“I could even buy a house around here,” he said aloud, wonderingly.

Then he shook his head in frustration, after all this was hardly the time to consider property investment. He looked up the road in both direction; it was deserted, no sign of any traffic whatsoever, he couldn’t even see a roadside phone… and of course as he had forgotten to recharge his mobile it had ceased working … oh about 2 hours into the drive. He mentally cursed himself for not having someone drive him from the airport.

“Oh it’ll be fun I said, it’ll be interesting, I like driving… well I don’t any fucking more!”

He looked at his watch growing more agitated - but also vaguely amused by the situation – as the minutes passed.

“Fuck it”, he decided. “I guess I’m gonna take a little walk.”

He trudged off in the direction he had been heading before his car had so ungraciously decided to quit on him - didn’t it know he was a movie star, ha, ha – looking out for anything or anyone that could be of use.

After around thirty minutes of walking (“THIRTY MINUTES”, his mind screamed. “Where the hell is everyone!?”) he was just about to give up and sit by the side of the road to contemplate his certain death by starvation when he noticed a dirt track leading off the main road in the distance. He picked up his pace, newly enthused, hoping the track would lead to a farm or something. Immediately after reaching the track, he realised it did indeed lead to a house, one that wasn’t even far off the road, but the trees, which were grouped around it, had made it impossible to see from a distance.

He started walking down the trail and as he drew near to the house he noted that it was quite pretty, very ‘country cottagey’… small, but not tiny and both the house and the garden looked well kept and neat – as evidenced by the nicely pruned flower beds and a recently clipped lawn - so he guessed it was currently lived in. It certainly didn’t look empty. His spirits were raised even further when he saw the car parked around the side of the house under a canopy… it looked like the owner was home and with any luck they’d have a phone. He’d be pissed if they didn’t… who didn't have a phone these days? He was suddenly very angry with all the phone-less people in the country, but continued on, reasoning that they were few and far between.

Johnny walked up the path to the front door nervousness replacing his irrational moment of anger, not knowing whether to hope that whoever lived there had no idea who he was or whether to hope that they were his self- proclaimed BIGGEST FAN. He eventually settled on the former - although his ‘biggest fan’ might be more eager to please, they would also be more likely to faint when they found that JOHNNY DEPP (Like, Oh, My, God.) was knocking on their door at 5.00pm on a Friday afternoon. And he really didn't need that. Taking a deep breath he rapped on the large oak door.

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