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More Than You Expected	By : spikes1830 Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 19444 -:- 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. I own nothing except my original characters, Frankie, You , and Dashlee

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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.
Wednesday
The alarm on your phone went off and you woke with a start. You looked around, trying to get your bearings while at the same time, trying to turn off the very loud phone. You briefly wondered why you were in such a nice room when you remembered the events of the previous day. You’re not much of a morning person so you can’t blame yourself for not thinking straight. Even when it’s about something so wonderful as your current situation.
You climb slowly out of bed and go to the closet where you unpacked your suitcase. You quickly grab your shampoo and a towel and, bringing them with, you head to the bathroom. You went through your normal routine (shower, brush teeth, etc.) and peeked through the door to Johnny’s room. He didn’t seem to be in his bed so you retreated. You thought about dressing carefully, but deciding you may as well be yourself since this is crazy, you threw on your sweatpants with a comfortable shirt and grabbed a hair clip before leaving your room and descended the stairs. You weren’t sure where Johnny was so you headed into the kitchen.
As soon as you neared the door the smell of cooking invaded your senses. You pushed through the door and smiled at the sight of him. ‘Not many people can probably say they’ve seen Johnny Depp like this.” you think contentedly to yourself. He’s standing in front of the stove in sweatpants and a ratty looking t-shirt. He has music playing loud enough that he hasn’t heard you yet so you sneak up on him.
“Whoa!” He exclaims, turning around and roughly grabbing your arm. Apparently goosing him was a bit of a shock. “Jesus. Don’t sneak up on me like that.” He says, loosening his grip. He looks down at your arm, “I think I might have bruised you. Are you okay?”
“I'm fine, and the situation is a little amusing.” You grin cheekily at him.
“I fail to see how.”
“Well you’re acting kind of funny. I snuck up behind you, grabbed your, ahem, and grabbed you. Getting defensive is kind of normal. And if you really never want me to do that again, I wont.” You elaborate.
“Oh, no. You can do that anytime you see fit. Just maybe with a little more noise next time. You want some breakfast?” He asks, squeezing your shoulder before turning back to the stove.
“I appreciate it, but I think I’ll pass this morning. My stomach doesn’t wake up as quickly as the rest of me.” You smile before adding, “plus, I forgot where I was when I woke up and I’m still a little disoriented.”
“That must have been a shocker.” He shrugged in acceptance of your refusal for food.
“Which part?” You reply, “not knowing where I am, or realizing where I am and everything that’s happened?”
“Both, I guess.” He states, reaching to turn off a burner.
“Yeah pretty shocking in my half awake state.” You sit down at the counter and smile appreciatively.
He fills a plate with his food, again offering you some. After you decline a second time you sit with a glass of juice and he sits down next to you. “I have to stop by and talk to my manager and make one or two other quick stops this morning, but if you wanting to come we could go out to lunch or something.” He starts eating as you try to swallow quickly.
“Sure.” You say unintelligently as you take another sip.
“If there’s something else you want to do you can tell me, but I wouldn’t mind company. Besides, when I tell my manager that people got pictures of us, she might want to meet you.” He tells you, glancing over to see your reaction.
You can tell you probably look concerned and he confirms that be telling you that it’ll be fine. You nod and, finishing your juice, excuse yourself to make yourself as presentable as possible. You’re just brushing your hair in the bathroom when he walks in. He stands behind you and wraps himself around you, leaning in to peck you on the cheek. Your heart skips a beat as you realize he’s again, not wearing a shirt. When you turn you see that his bottom half has a towel wrapped around it and recognize that he is about to take a shower, you decide to leave the room.
“Pardon me,” you say, skirting around him. “I’ll just get out of the way.” You grab your things and smile.
“You? In the way? Never. In fact, I was thinking you could stay if you were interested.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, knowing full well that you’ll say no.
“Thanks for the offer. Some other time perhaps.” You wink at him, departing from the room.
As you pass through the threshold to your room it occurs to you, ‘Oh. My. God. I just saw him wearing nothing but a towel. Oh. My. God. He was pressed against me wearing nothing but a towel! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!’ You scream at yourself internally at the same time you begin to wonder if he let you see him like that on purpose.
You push the thought from your mind as you try to remember what you were about to do. You give up, deciding to just get ready for the day as you head back to the closet. You pick some Black pants and a simple red shirt to change into. Once you’ve finished that you throw some your wallet and a few other things in your purse before grabbing a book and heading to the upstairs den.
You plop down on the chair and open up to the page you were on and begin reading. You’ve just gotten to a good part when you hear Johnny leaving his room. You regretfully close your book and stand up to greet him.
“Are you always so prompt?” He asks you skeptically.
“No,” you tell him truthfully, “but you’re a new person so I’m still at the point where I need to make a good impression.”
He stares for a minute before commenting, “you're always so straightforward. You think that I don’t have an impression of you?” You shrug and he elaborates, “you pretend you don’t know someone you do, because you are afraid they’ll get annoyed. After which you agree to stay with a stranger, who you basically flash unintentionally within 15 minutes of getting to his house.”
You can feel yourself turning red as you break in, “you walked in on me! It’s not like I ran into your room without clothes on!”
He chuckles at you, “I know.” He says, waving at you to calm down. “And I don’t mind either way, I’m just saying I’ve seen you partially without clothing, and you’re pretty much defenseless against me at this point. Not to mention the evening we had yesterday. Especially that little guarantee I gave you in the restaurant. Not to mention our encounter in the bathroom this morning.” He grins at you and continues, snickering, “Yep, first impressions are important at this point.”
“Okay.” You say, instantly relaxing. “Ready to go, or are we not leaving for awhile?”
“Yeah let’s head out.” He states, walking for the stairs.
You follow him into the garage and he unlocks his car. You climb into the vehicle and buckle your seatbelt, looking over at him. He doesn’t notice your glance as he turns the key and backs out of the open garage door. He hit’s a button, closing it before turning on some music and backing out of the driveway. You relax and listen to the music as he steers the car back into the city (he lives pretty far out). Neither of you talks much, and you are in your own world when he opens your car door, holding out his hand to you after you unbuckle your seatbelt. You take it as you step out of the car and stare up at the building he is leading you towards. He pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You follow his lead, placing yours around his waist. He opens the door to the building and, nodding towards the receptionist, steers you towards the elevators.
“Ding.” The doors of the elevator open upon a lavish waiting room. He guides you through the couches to a desk in the back left corner of the room.
The secretary smiles when she sees him approaching. “Welcome, Mr. Depp. You can have a seat; Tracy will be just a minute. “
You let go of each other to sit and, just to tease him a little, you press against him. ‘Okay maybe for my own pleasure if I’m honest with myself. Tormenting him is a nice side bonus though.’ You are still in a daze when you are pulled to your feet and led through the door near the desk.
Johnny is clutching your waist as he greets a woman you assume is his manager. He introduces her as Tracy. You look on as they discuss a variety of topics that seem to be about his job. After the manager is finished, Johnny breaks in and mentions the night before and how people got pictures of the two of you. Johnny is told that it will be taken care of and someone from the agency will call him tonight. “Oh, and I’m not sure why it was sent here, but this came for you.” She tells Johnny, handing Johnny a FedEx overnight envelope.”
“Thanks.” He says, looking at you. He has that, I’ve got a secret look in his eyes.
“Oh, one more thing,” the manager motions for just Johnny to come in. She begs your pardon and reenters the room, shutting the door.
‘AAAHHHHH!!! I can’t believe I can’t hear them!’ You sit and fidget until Johnny appears and he smiles at you as you spring out of the chair you’ve been sitting in. He offers no explanation to you as you exit the building.
You both buckle yourselves in as he pulls away from the curb. He tells you to put an address in the GPS for him and you’re both silent as the system reads him the directions.
You pay a little more attention when you realize that he’s driving down Hollywood Blvd. AKA the Walk of Fame. You’re really tempted to ask where his star is but decide to just let him drive. He is just passed the end of the starry sidewalk when he pulls into a parking lot behind an outdoor restaurant. He holds the door open for you and as you walk in the hostess sees Johnny.
“Oh! Right this way, we have the table you requested sir.”
“When do you have time to tell these places you’re coming?” You gaze at him, obviously impressed.
“Well, yesterday, right after you pushed me into the bathroom and slammed a door in my face.” He chuckles at the look on your face. “It was actually quite funny to me so don’t worry.”
“Oh,” you say stupidly as you look around. You nervously straighten your shirt as you realize there are a few photographers on the other side of the eating area taking pictures of another table. Whoever the famous person is has their back to you and you wonder who it is. Then you realize, ‘Who cares, I’m with someone better!’
As glasses of water are placed in front of you, and after glancing at the menu, you both decide to get sandwiches. You both make idle chitchat as you finish the meal.
Upon returning to the car Johnny turns to you to say, “you look thoughtful, anything you want to talk about?” He looks at you, concerned.
“A lot of things, all of which are nosy questions; so how about you talk?” You say, answering without answering.
“How about you ask them all at once, there’s bound to be one I can answer and then you can pretend you never asked the ones I won’t.” He says, clearly wanting to know what you’re thinking about.
“I don’t know. Do I have to?” You grimace at the thought. You know once you start you really will tell him what you’re thinking.
“Please?” He says, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.
You feel your resolve crumble and you say, “fine but you asked for it. One, what did you and your manager talk about when I left the room? Two, why do you keep taking me out on dates? Three, what is in that package you seemed to be hiding from me? Four, why is the door to the third floor in your house locked? And five, why didn’t you tell me there might be photographers here?”
“Well, I guess I’ll start with the ones I’m not really answering.” He looks thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. “The package has something to do with plans for next week. And it’s a surprise so you can find out then. Press will always be wherever we go so I guess I didn’t think to mention it. Sorry. The third floor is locked because when I used to have guest more often, I didn't want them wandering up there. I take you out because I want to. And my manager asked what my intentions are in regards to you. Did I get everything?” He grins at you.
“Um, yeah.” You space out for a moment, processing everything he told you.
“You have another questions don’t you.” He states and you nod. “About what my manager asked me?’
You nod in agreement again but say, “You don’t need to tell me though. I mean, there was a reason I wasn’t in the room when she asked you.”
“Yes, that reason being that she thought I would say something which you didn’t want to hear.” He shrugs.
“Well did you?” You press him.
“No, I don’t think so. We can talk about it later though, okay?” He looks at you reassuringly, squeezing your hand.
“Whatever you want.” You glance at him, smiling reassuringly.
The rest of the day goes by without anything remarkable happening. You actually know where you are when you wake up the next day.
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