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Good Enough	By : eavey Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 6293 -:- 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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(A/N: I did not write the song that is in this chapter. It is a song by a band called K's Choice. They are really good, and you should all go out and buy their albums.~Erin)

Chapter 25

For the third morning in a row, Ann woke up alone. When she rolled out of bed, Ann was upset to see that Gerry hadn’t even ordered breakfast for her. She did find one comfort though, his usual “Good morning, be home late” note. As she read through it, she saw nothing special. However, right under “I love you” was, “PS: I left something special for you somewhere. If you follow the clues you will find it. PPS: The first clue s on the back. Love G.”

Ann wasn’t even going to pretend she knew what he was talking about. She flipped the note over. It read: “Check the top drawer of the dresser.” When Ann opened the dresser, she found a pair of her favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt that said “Thank God for Scottish men!” on the front. Pinned to the back pocket was a note that said “I’m in here.” When Ann reached in there she found another note that said, “Go the Starbucks in the lobby and ask for and iced triple venti hazelnut latte.”

Ann was so excited when she got on the elevator. ‘I love surprises,’ she thought. When she got to the counter, Ann ordered her drink. The barista gave her a huge smile when she handed Ann her drink and said, “It’s already been paid for.”

“Do you have any idea what he is doing?” Ann asked.

“Nope.” In truth, she knew exactly what he was dong, but she wasn’t about to ruin it.

“Well what do I do now?”

“Check the bottom of the cup.”

“Thanks.” Ann held up the cup and saw a note taped to the bottom. She unfolded it and read, “Go to Lynn and Brendan and ask them for a towel.” Now that Ann had figured out where the end of the game was, she hailed a cab back to their original hotel. While in the cab, she thought about just taking a peek in her room, but decided not to. Finally she got to the hotel. Despite all of her excitement, Ann walked calmly through the lobby. By the time she got to the floor Lynn and Brendan were on, she could no longer contain herself, so she skipped down the hall.

When Lynn heard a knock at the door and saw it was Ann, she motioned to Brendan to call Gerry and tell him she was here. “Why hello,” Lynn said as she opened the door.

“Don’t try to act all cool like you don’t know anything,” Ann said.

Lynn laughed. “So what can I do for you?”

“I need to borrow a towel.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes. Do you know anything about any of this?”

“No.” Lynn was unsuccessfully holding back her laughter.

“Don’t lie to me. I know he told you. Is he gonna propose.”

Ann looked scared so Lynn took pity on her. “No he is not going to propose, but I'm not telling you anymore.”

Ann breathed a sigh of relief. “Well there is my towel?”

“If you would stop talking to me and let me go get it, then you would have it by now.”

“Go!”

When Lynn returned, she handed Ann the towel and said, “Before you leave, look in the middle of the towel.”

Ann did that and found another note. This one said, “Walk to our room. Knock three times and open the door. When you get inside, follow the signs.”

“Well I guess I better go,” Ann said as she ran out the door.

When she got there, her heart was racing. She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath and stepped inside. The room glittered with the light of what seemed like hundreds of candles. There were thousands of rose petals all over everything and there was soft music playing. As Ann walked through the living room, she was struck by how beautiful everything was.

When she got to the doors leading into the bedroom, she saw a sign that said, “This way.” When she entered the room all she could smell was Gerry. She looked around and saw that the candles were made by the same people that made his cologne. There was a not on the bed that said, “Sit down and close your eyes.”

As she sat down, he mind was racing with the possibilities of what was about to happen. She sat for about a minuet or so with her eyes closed. She could hear him walking towards her. As he bent over her, she could feel his warmth on her face.

All of a sudden, there was something cold and heavy around her neck. She reached her hand up and felt it, keeping her eyes closed.

“You can open them if you want love,” Gerry said as a huge smile ran across his face.

As Ann looked down, she was speechless. Gerry had placed a beautifully simple silver chain around her neck. Dangling from the bottom was a diamond encrusted key. She looked over at Gerry and saw a similar chain with a solid sliver lock at the bottom.

“Gerry you didn’t…”

“I know you know how much you mean to me. What happened a few days ago, just made my feeling all the more clear to me. I know corny it is to say this, but you were the key that opened my heart.”

“I don’t even know how to say how much I love you right now.”

Ann began to cry and Gerry held her. She wasn’t weeping, it was just a sniffle or two. When she came out of the hug, they just looked at each other for a moment, searching for what to do next.

Gerry moved his hands to her face and pulled her into the most romantic kisses. It was soft yet passionate. As they undressed each other, the only time their lips broke was when they had to take their shirts off. They spent the next few hours making soft slow love in the glow of the candles.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Gerry woke up and rolled over he was surprised to find that Ann was already up. After the multiple orgasms she had the night before, he figured she was be asleep for days. He sat up in bed and looked through the doors into the living room. There she was necked and playing her guitar on the couch. “Ann,” he called, “what are you doing babe?”

“I didn’t wake you did I?”

“No, but why don’t you come back to bed?”

“I want to play you something first.” Ann walked into the bedroom with her guitar and notebook.

As she sat on the bed in front of him, Gerry said, “This reminds me of that scene in Forest Gump when Jenny is in that club playing in the nude.”

“That was probably your favorite part, perv.” As she got settled, Ann suddenly got nervious. This was the first time she had ever played for just the person she was singing about. “I wrote this one about us. I wrote it yesterday, so bare with me if it sucks.”

“Nothing you have ever written has ever or will ever suck.”

“Thanks.”

As she began to sing, Gerry took in the sight before him. There was a beautiful woman, one he loved, right in front of him playing a song she wrote for him. Ann began to sing…

If I could put you in a frame
I'd draw you smiling
With a cigarette in your mouth
And your hands reaching out for something
If I could
If I could wear all your clothes
I'd still be different
And if I had your speaking voice
I'd never whisper
I'd talk and talk and talk

As Ann continued to sing, she closed her eyes. She could tell that Gerry love the song, but she felt slightly uncomfortable staring at him while she sang.

We will be winners
Our heads glued together
And all is indefinite in you

Gerry smiled as she sang the first line of the chorus. He remembered her saying it then writing it on that note. he was surprised she had used it in the song.

What ever you been told
Don’t turn to God because you're cold
Try the black one
White is nice
If you aren’t blue
You’ll pay the price
Is there no room for us
I’ll make a space for us

We will be winners
Our heads glued together
And all is indefinite in you

Gerry could hear the emotion in her voice as she sang. He watched as a few tears escaped her eyes during the next part.

Meet me in front of
The room where we kissed where
You changed me, estranged me
Where no one resists
Where I’ll follow you
Hollowed by you

Even Gerry was tearing up by now. The last few lines and the emotion in her voice, reminded Gerry of the first time he had seen her. Her voice was hauntingly beautiful that night. He never would have guessed that the short moment they had shared that night would have led to any of this. There was something about the way she had looked at him that night that pulled at him. Just then, Ann looked up at him with the same look.

We will be winners
Our heads glued together
And all is indefinite in you

We will be winners
We will be winners

When she finished, Gerry's mouth was open and he was crying. “I take it you liked it then?” she asked.

“Of course I did,” Gerry replied kissing her tenderly on the cheek.

The rest of the day was spent in bed. Ann played for Gerry for awhile and even tried to teach him a few things.

The next day all four of them flew back to New York. Everyone was so exausted from their trip that they just ordered food and went to bed early.

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When the boys woke up in the morning, the girls were gone. Each of them had left a not saying where they had gone. Lynn was at the gym while Ann was grocery shopping. “Good thing,” Brendan said as he shut the fridge, “because there is no food here.”

Gerry called Ann. “What are we supposed to eat till you come back?”

“I knew you would ask that so I made some tuna salad before I left. You could make a tuna melt.”

“How do I do that?”

“Honestly Ger, you act like you have never used a toaster oven before. Toast the bread. Put the tuna on the toast and cover with cheese. Put it all back in the toaster under a medium setting. When it is done, you take it out, take a bite, and then chew. Don’t forget to swallow.”

“I know how to eat.”

“Well you seemed so incapable of making tuna melts, that I wasn’t sure if you knew how to eat.” Ann began to laugh.

“That’s not funny.”

“I wish I could see the pout on your face.”

“You know you are going to be punished for making fun of me?”

“That was the general idea.”

“So you did that on purpose?”

“Yep. Oh I wanted to ask you, how does steak sound for dinner?”

“Great, I love steak.”

“Well you and Brendan will have to fight over who gets to cook it.”

* * * * * * * * * *

After dinner, Lynn and Brendan was getting so loud that Ann and Gerry had to go over to Gerry’s place to watch their movie. Thank god Ann had taken the time to run to Ikea to get a couch, other wise they would be in the floor.

“You did a great job on my steak,” Ann said as Gerry continued to eat his ice cream. “Most people can't cook a rare steak.”

“I am not entirely sure why you even have them cooked.”

“I don’t like eating them completely raw.”

“Well you were getting a bit close tonight.”

“They taste better that way.”

“If you say so. Hey Ann, what are you doing for the next month?”

“Well I should be recording, why?”

“I was just thinking that I haven't been home in a while. So I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me to Scotland for a week and then tour Europe for a while.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I want you to meat my mom and my brothers. I want to show you where I grew up and stuff.”

“I have always wanted to go to Scotland. Ever since I saw Braveheart I have felt a special connection to it. I even did a project on it in 4th grade.”

“Do you have to remind me how old I am?”

“I didn’t do it purpose.”

“I know. So that means you want to go?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods, unless you take him out of his natural habitat?”

“What?”

“Yes, I want to go.”

Over the next few days, they made plans for their trip. They were going to stay in Scotland for a week. They were going to visit a friend of Ann’s in London and then meet Lynn and Brendan in Amsterdam. Gerry hadn’t told Ann yet, but he had a special surprise of a cabin in the mountains of Romania. Lynn had suggested it to him. He still couldn’t understand Ann’s strange fascination with all things dead and scary. He would soon enough, because he had also arranged for a private, after dark tour of Vlad Dracula’s castle.

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