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Just Friends	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 5549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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June 12th, 2004. Covent Garden, London.

When Gerry arrived at his lawyer’s offices he hadn’t expected to be kept waiting for long, but found out pretty quickly there would be no such luck.

‘Mrs. Sheridan has been stuck on a conference call with our San Francisco offices all morning Mr. Butler, but she will be with you as soon as she can, please take a seat in her waiting room’ the receptionist had politely informed him upon his arrival. Gerry thanked her and made his way through to the waiting room.

By his own admission Gerry didn’t bother reading his contracts to the letter anymore, but as usual before he could sign he had it sent over to his lawyer so she could read through all the legalities and make sure everything was all in order, which it usually was. But on this occasion Hillary Sheridan had found some parts of the contract for his role as Alex in ‘Professional Lies’ she wanted to go over with Gerry before sending it on to his agent, then from there over to him to sign. And since he was in London for a few days before he jetted back out to L.A, Gerry decided to visit her in person.

As he sat and waited he looked around, and shuddered at how close all this had come to being his life. He still thought being fired from that law office one week before he qualified to be the greatest blessing he had ever received; it had given him the push to pursue something he really wanted to do. Not just something he had come to realize he only had a half hearted interest in.

As he started to contemplate how very different his life could have been if he had stayed in the legal profession he noticed a pile of magazines neatly stacked on the table beside him. He decided rather than sit and think over what could have been he would loose himself in someone else’s thoughts and words. He picked up the pile and began to search through. He found nothing of interest until he lifted one of the very last magazines to reveal the June copy of Vogue, and a familiar pair of piercing sky blue eyes staring straight off the cover at him.

‘Hello angel’ he whispered warmly as he studied Kim’s picture on the cover. Gerry had affectionately called Kim angel ever since he had first met her, when she was dressed as an angel. He set the rest of the magazines back down on the table and flicked through the pages of Vogue straight to Kim’s interview and photo’s. There where 7 pages of photo’s that the interview ran alongside, so Gerry settled himself down and began to read the article simply titled ‘Not Like Them’………

It has always been a personal disappointment of mine throughout my career in journalism to not have as much diversity as I’d like to see with regards to actresses. Many young girls venturing into this profession have all gone for the safe route, fitted the mould. Have the look the directors want, say this, don’t say that, etc, etc. It almost makes me feel as if they are all being bred in some hidden laboratory and churned out onto the unsuspecting public whenever the need for fresh talent requires a new face to fawn over. This is all of course a mere comedy fantasy of mine, but however, if it was real the young woman sat in front of me right this minute wouldn’t have come from there. I’d like to be one of the first to observe that Kim Appleton is no typical 24 year old woman or stereotype. Quite simply, she is not like them.

My first impression of Kim as I arrive to interview her at the Dorchester Hotel (where she is also being shot for our pictures) is of a very normal, grounded young woman. As I approach her she gets up from her seat on one of the hotels plush velour sofas and extends her hand to me. ‘Hi, you must be Trudi, come and take a seat’ she says with a lovely warm Croydon twang in her voice as she firmly shakes my hand and leads me back to the seating area.

After only ten minutes on her company I feel as if I have known her for years. This girl has so much warmth, humour and wisdom that it’s almost impossible to feel uncomfortable with her, and because of her wisdom at times I have to remind myself she is still only 24. In my years I have interviewed more celebrities than I care to remember, but one thing that I cant say graces my chords of memory is meeting someone who, with all the success she has had, is so down to earth.

Since we first saw her small part as the sultry ‘dark angel’ who is pulled in by Dracula’s lure in Wes Craven’s ‘Dracula 2000’, Kim’s career has took off with more speed than a anything you could see flying around the roads of Monte Carlo on Grand Prix day.
From then on we have seen her take on role after role, each more diverse and demanding than the last, pushing her acting talents to the limits but pulling off her characters with effortless ease.

With her lily white skin, long dark brown hair and ocean blue eyes that seem to almost hypnotise you if look into them for too long, Kim has the kind of classic beauty you just cant find in Hollywood anymore, and although she modestly sees herself as ‘Nothing special’, it would seem that she holds the same viewpoint as me with regards to the Hollywood idea of beauty.

‘I still can’t figure out why most of the women over there all confirm to the big boobs, blonde hair, waif like figure agenda. I find it sad that they are all so samey and that most are scared of being anything different. Its one of the reasons I hate Los Angeles so much, everyone judges you on how you look, not what’s up here’ she says, tapping her head. ‘It’s not like I’m bitching about these girls, lord no!’ she is quick to follow with, ‘But I do think there is a lot to be said about individuality, going against the grain and still making it. If I managed to do it, anyone can’ she finishes with a smile as she reaches for her pack of cigarettes.

It is indeed Kim’s individuality that has set her in the position she is in today. Many of her co stars and others whom she has worked with have all been quoted to remark on Kim’s unique qualities. Words such as ‘charming’, ‘charismatic’, ‘professional’, ‘real’, ‘warm’ and ‘unquestionably funny’ have all be used to describe her, and I for one am inclined to agree. When I ask her about this she simply smiles, exhales a thick plume of smoke and says ‘I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less’. I think I love this girl already. She is completely unapologetic for who she is and what she represents. She has strong views and opinions that she doesn’t hide from anyone, and doesn’t for one minute see why she should.

‘I had a designer ask me if I’d like to consider wearing one of her dresses for a premier recently, and I asked her if she would like to consider stopping the brutal slaughter of minks to make her garments, and then I hung up the phone’ she says, her eyes glittering and a cheeky smile spreading across her full, almost bee stung looking lips. ‘If there had been the choice between only wearing her dress or choosing something basic and non designer off a Camden market stall, I’d choose the market every time. Fur is murder and murderers should be punished’ she says, a slight tone of anger rising in her voice. I make a mental note never to be the one to upset Kim Appleton. For all her pleasantness and politeness there’s a fiery temper and a strong mind lurking just behind.

Gerry continued to mostly skim read the rest of the interview, laughing out loud at some points, and nodding in agreement at others. As he looked at the various different photos he still couldn’t see why Kim couldn’t see her own beauty. She was gorgeous. The most stunning picture of her was right in the middle of the magazine as a double page spread. Kim was dressed in the simplest of black shirts and a small pair of black shorts, and was leaning against a mirror, staring deeply into the camera lens. The symmetry effect of the mirror, the wind machine blowing back her long dark mane of loose ringlet curls, and those magnetic eyes made the picture hard to look away from; at least it did for Gerry.

As Kim had said about him, the first thing Gerry had noticed about Kim was her eyes. He had never before in his life seen eyes that blue, if you picked the brightest shade of blue you had ever seen and multiplied its intenseness by a hundred it would still be no where near the hue that flecked the iris of Kim’s eyes. He turned the page to be confronted by yet another great picture, Kim stood in a white suit with a cigarette between her teeth giving the middle finger to the camera. ‘That’s my girl’, thought Gerry as he chuckled. In the four years since he had first met her he had followed her career closely, and felt a sense of pride that she had followed up to all his expectations of her. He knew there was something very special about Kim, and that it was only a matter of time before more people saw it too, and they did.

He had felt a very strong, instant connection to Kim, something that he almost couldn’t put his finger on. They had much the same tastes in literature and film, music and food, sense of humour etc but there was something that just ran a little deeper below the surface of their friendship. Some spark that he rarely found in other people that he met existed in Kim, and that’s what had pulled him in. Her spark, her charisma, her. As much as he didn’t like to admit it to himself, Gerry was hugely attracted to her. There where instances where he wished he was kissing her on the mouth, not the cheek. When he held her hand he sometimes wished it wasn’t just a friendly hand hold, but one between lovers. That when she had visited him at his other home in New York he had wished it was his bed she was in, rather than the guest room. Gerry never let these thoughts get in the way of his friendship with her though, never. He regarded their bond with too much respect than to make a pass at her, and he often thought to himself that if he really wanted her he would have asked years ago when he had split from Clare, which made it clear to him that they where destined to only ever be friends. Plus the fact Kim had never even given him a sideways glance before; he knew she wasn’t attracted to him.

As he sat and flicked through the remainder of the magazine he let his mind wonder back to when he had met up with Kim in London, over a year after they first met on the set of ‘Dracula 2000’. He remembered the meeting so clearly he could almost smell her as he pictured her still frame in his mind. He had never forgotten the way she had looked on that day and never would…………

September 6th 2001. Backstage at London fashion week.

‘So this is where all the gorgeous women are hiding then’ remarked Gerry to his close friend Andy as they skirted their way around the scantily clad models, all far too interested in telling each other how fabulous they where to notice two men stalking through the crowd of half undressed females.

‘You have to be kidding mate!’ said Andy, ‘There’s more skeletons here than a fucking graveyard! He followed, eyeing one particular starved specimen with repulsion.

‘Did you not hear the sarcasm in my voice? Said Gerry, ‘If these girls got any thinner they could hide behind a chopstick’ he continued as he searched the crowd for the bright flamingo pink hairstyle of Andy’s make up artist girlfriend Colleen.

‘That’s a very interesting observation there Gerry mate, because if you gave any of these girls an actual chopstick I bet you my last pound they wouldn’t know what its used for, because they don’t eat do they? And half of them look like they are in desperate need of a greasy Chinese takeaway’ said Andy to which both the men laughed.

They tracked down Colleen who was in the process of having to patiently deal with a certain stroppy supermodel, who made Colleen’s life even more difficult by shamelessly flirting with Gerry from the first moment he arrived at the table.

‘So what did you say this was all about the Coll?’ Gerry asked Colleen when he had managed to fend off the advances of said supermodel for enough time to talk to someone other than her.

‘It’s this little scheme the designers have cooked up to get more publicity for the shows. Basically each designer had chosen all the models that they want to show their new collection, plus a non model. We have got all sorts of people here who are the non models, MP’s, musicians, writers, actors, one actress, they are all down on that list over there’ said Colleen, pointing with the end of a lipstick brush at where the itinerary of the day was placed on the end of the make up table, which listed every designers models and their one non model.

‘Let’s have a look then’ said Gerry as he reached over and picked up the list. He and Andy scoured the names on the list, observing just how strange it would be to see the likes of Shane McGowan of British band The Pogues walking out onto the catwalk in an Alexander McQueen suit, or MP Claire Short wearing a Versace dress when they got to the last designer, Stella McCartney.

Models;
Model 1 – Eva Hertzigova
Model 2 – Erin O’ Connor
Model 3 – Heidi Klum
Model 4 – Sarah Hensridge
Model 5 – Bella Do’ Nassimento
Model 6 – Anna Markham

Non Model – Kim Appleton

‘Jesus I know her!’ said Gerry excitedly as he saw Kim’s name at the bottom of the list.

‘She’s just over there in the non model section if you want to go and talk to her, I’ve just finished doing her makeup, she’s a lovely girl’ said Colleen, making sure she emphasized the words ‘lovely’ and ‘girl’ in some hope that the temperamental beauty in front of her would modify her attitude slightly, if only for the amount of time Colleen had to paint her face. Gerry made his excuses to the three and turned to go and find Kim.

Even with her back turned to him, he knew it was her. Her hair had changed since he last saw her, and instead of long and ebony it was a light golden shade of brown with rich warm highlights that made her newly golden tanned skin look even more lustrous. As he approached her she turned and made him stop dead in his tracks. Kim looked a million dollars. She had been dressed in a very long sea green dress which hugged her beautiful curves so tightly Gerry was sure he could make out the outlines of her hips against the silky material which seemed to flow over her body like liquid. She still hadn’t noticed him cutting through the crowd and was deep in conversation with one of the models, Heidi Klum. Whatever Heidi was saying to her must have been funny as Kim was doubled up laughing, her eyes twinkling with happiness as she watched the little animated display of hand gestures Heidi made and laughed even harder.
Kim had the kind of unique laugh that could only belong to her; and Gerry knew he could recognise her by that alone if he ever had to. The sound of her laugh made him smile instantly. As got closer to her she had turned again so her back was facing him and still could not see him approaching her, but Heidi could. He caught her eye over Kim’s shoulder and put a finger to his lips in a silent ‘Shhhhh’ so Heidi would not alert Kim to the fact he was behind her. Once he was stood right behind her he leaned forward and whispered ‘Hello there angel’ into her ear.

‘Oh my god it’s you!’ shrieked Kim as she turned around and threw her arms around his neck, absolutely over the moon with happiness to see him again. Gerry laughed and pulled her closely into his arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek before gently pushing her away so he could look at her more closely.

‘Interesting dress’ he said after a few silent moments.

‘What do you mean, ‘Interesting dress’? Asked Kim

‘Exactly what I say, Interesting dress’ he repeated, and mentally scolded himself for letting his eyes wonder to places on Kim’s body that they maybe shouldn’t’.

‘Well, that makes a nice change to everyone telling me how fabulous I am I suppose, that’s the only thing people seem to be telling me today!’ laughed Kim.

‘Everybody in fashion automatically assumes that is what you want to hear every minute of the day’ said Heidi with a little smile, before politely excusing herself so Kim and Gerry could talk alone.

‘So how have you been?’ asked Kim as she sat down and took a sip from her can of coke.

‘In a word, tired! I’ve been working non stop. Just wrapped up filming Jewel of the Sahara and I’m straight onto the new project in three weeks time’ said Gerry as he took a chair opposite Kim and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. ‘I take it its ok to smoke back here?’ he asked Kim as he handed her a cigarette.

‘I think it would be unfair to deny the vast majority of these girls their staple diets wouldn’t it?’ said Kim, casting a hand out around herself at the gaunt looking girls, making Gerry laugh.

‘Oh Kim you’re such a bitch! He teased.

‘As if you haven’t been saying the same things as me since you got here’ Kim shot back with a wink.

‘Touché’ said Gerry as he handed Kim his lighter.

‘So what brings you here?’ asked Kim after she had light her cigarette and handed Gerry his lighter back.

‘I’m Here with my mate Andy, his partner is the woman with the pink hair who just did your make up, I’m kind of here for moral support since she makes him come to all these things, and my agent said it would be good PR for me too, get my face about town so to speak’ said Gerry.

‘So you aren’t just here to stare at all this scattered ass then’ said Kim, once again motioning around the room with her hand.

‘Well even if I was, there isn’t much worth looking at in my opinion; I’ve never liked skinny women. Give me a nice round arse to grab hold of and I’m a happy man’ Gerry chuckled, not being able to get one particular arse out of his mind at that moment.

‘Didn’t you bring Clare with you? I would have thought you might have brought her along too?’ asked Kim.

‘Ah’ said Gerry. ‘I didn’t have chance to tell you the last time we spoke but Clare and I split up 3 months ago’.

‘Oh lord I’m sorry’ said Kim, registering the hurt look on his face and realizing the break up probably wasn’t a good one. She reached out and stroked the back of his hand where it was rested on his thigh and asked ‘mind if I ask what happened?’

‘No, I don’t mind telling you’ said Gerry as he flipped his hand over and gave Kim’s long soft fingers a gentle squeeze. ‘Turns out she wasn’t as interested in being with me as I thought, she left me for another guy’ he said, trying to keep his voice in an even tone as he felt the painful memory of her admitting her betrayal to him sting him once more.

‘Gerry that’s awful, I’m so sorry’ said Kim, her voice full of sympathy and caring. ‘And I know it’s the biggest cliché in the book but you will find someone else though, a great guy like you cant stay single for long’.

‘To be honest Kim I don’t think I want to find anyone else for the time being. I’m enjoying the single life at the moment’ said Gerry with a half hearted smile as he stubbed his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray.

‘Well, I’m sure you will be fine, and if you need me for anything, you know where I am’ said Kim with a smile. She wanted to talk to him further about it, to make sure he was really ok but decided this was neither the time nor the place.

‘Thanks angel, ill remember that’ said Gerry as he stood up and pulled her up into a gentle, thank you hug.

They sat and chatted idly for the next 20 minutes. Amongst other things Kim told Gerry she had just been offered her first lead role in a film, to which he congratulated her, and that she had just got back from Tuscany where she had been filming her latest of cinematic offerings.

‘Well I better let you go off and do what you have to do’ said Gerry as he stood up, ‘and besides I’ve got to go fetch Andy and find out where we are meant to be sat out front, good luck beautiful, you look amazing’.

‘Thanks, and same to you too’ said Kim as she watched him walk away back to where Colleen and who she presumed to be Andy where standing. ‘God he smelt good’ thought Kim as her nose picked up the remaining traces of his cologne lingering in the air.

‘How was your ‘friend’ asked Andy as Gerry arrived back to where he and Colleen where stood, deliberately annunciating the word ‘friend’.

‘She’s just fine, and yes, she is just a friend Andy’ said Gerry, to which Andy and Colleen both pulled an unbelieving facial expression. Gerry shook his head and swiftly changed the subject as they made their way out to the front and found their seats.

Throughout the show Gerry and Andy chatted quietly and didn’t pay much interest in the show, all up until Kim came out. As soon as she appeared at the top of the runway the crowd went wild, cheering and clapping so loudly that they almost drowned out the music. Stella had told Kim personally beforehand that there was likely to be a huge amount of attention on her, being the only actress in the show as well as hers the name on everyone’s lips throughout the world of celebrity. And she was right, when Kim reached the end of the runway she was almost blinded by the glare of the hundreds of camera flashes in her eyes, and it was all she could do not to fall over because of them when she turned back to walk away from them.

Gerry locked his eyes on her from the first minute she appeared. The way she walked along the runway was like nothing he had ever seen, she almost looked feline in the way she moved, and in Gerry’s eyes had an edge to her that none of the models ever could. They didn’t have her spark. Once she had disappeared backstage Gerry lost all interest in the rest of the show, and began to find himself daydreaming.

‘Mr. Butler, Mrs. Sheridan will see you know’ the receptionist spoke, rousing Gerry from his thoughts. He looked down at the cover of Vogue once more as he stood up and placed it back on top of the pile, and wondered when he would get to see those enigmatic eyes up close again. Little did he know but it would be sooner than he expected.

What do you all think so far then? All r&r’s are very welcome and would be hugely appreciated as I’d love to know what you all think of it!

****I am not taking credit for the fashion show idea. Avid watchers of Sex and the City will know it came from there!****
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