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Welcome to Andarra	By : CommonKira Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Scarlett Johansson, Gal Gadot, Brie Larson, Jenna Ortega, Rhea Seehorn or Emma Watson and I do not profit from these writings.

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"Hmm?" She glanced back at me.
"What about you? Tell me more about the Jennifer Lawrence!" I clapped once, holding my hands together for a while.
We've been travelling for more than 3 hours by now. The sound of clanking reverberated in the two-person sleeping cabin. The train switched tracks. More clanking. Outside it was still day, I noticed. Felt like we were chasing the sun...
Her phone chimed again, but she ignored it, "Well..." She uncrossed her legs, dragging one sneaker with her foot barely in it, then crossed them again, giving me the leg with the exposed heel more prominence. For me? No, she's not paying attention. She continued.
"I was doing a shoot for the new Hunger Games series, when I got the invitation." She gestured with her hands, "My manager was like 'this is clearly a joke'. But I knew it wasn't. I knew I could do this since I was little, but I never actually," Her eyes widened, "Told anybody, ya know? And umm," She quickly stroked her nose with the back of her hand, "I said, fuck it. And I e-mailed them back, and we got into a massive conversation about this. They said that umm," Her eyes wandered, "What was her name... Gal Gadot? Emma Stone? One or both of them..." She looked at me as she squinted her eyes, "Were also there? Which explained why they didn't sign any new movies for the next few years..." She coughed and held her knee with one hand while gesturing with the other, "And like, my fiancee was like totally against me going here, you know?" She squinted again, "But like," She lowered her tone, "It's fucking real. And he got angry that we had to post-pone the wedding for one year. Which, I understand..."
I nod a few times, "Mhmm, I mean I understand how he'd feel, not having you close to him for like a year..."
"Yeah!" The hand she was gesturing with now pointed at me, "Exactly, but he relaxed once I told him it's like a girl's only Academy... Well," She forced a smile looking at me, "Until..."
"Until I show up in the picture, yeah... Wait," I tilt my head, "Did you tell him about me?"
"Oh no, God no, he'd lose his shit." She said, "I love Mark, but he's like incredibly jealous. And like, I told him, take it easy, you know?"
"Yeah," I said, "You're right." I nodded, but I lost track of her words after she mentioned Gal Gadot and Emma Stone... But Jennifer brought me back down to Earth as she kept wobbling her leg, the sneaker almost falling out. Man, I need to relieve stress so badly, I'm sweating as well...
It's like I'm imagining the sneaker falling off with the white socks, revealing her bare foot.
"Say, Jennifer." I interrupted her train of thought.
"Yeah?" She glanced quickly at her phone.
"Can you please watch over Michael for a bit? I'm going to use the bathroom they have on this train."
She nodded, "OK. Sure. Wait, but I can't see Michael."
Oh right.
"Wait," She said and grabbed a small towel from her purse, "Maybe this will help." I take it and wonder for a bit. "Oh, genius." And I turn to place it over Michael, who was giving me a blank stare.
It's just for a moment, alright buddy? Just play along.
He tried unfurling his wings for a brief moment, but I was faster. "Make it faster still, boy. This towel... " He sniffed it a few times and said nothing.
"That's so weird!" Jennifer smiled, "Like, it's like a floating towel!" She covered her mouth and chuckled. "I'm sorry Michael."
"Don't worry, I think he likes it already."
I turn and leave the cabin, Jennifer kept making remarks about the invisible Owl towel. That should keep her distracted for a bit. Phew. I close the door and make my way to the right until I reach what looked to be a simple one bathroom stall? I pressed on the door to open, but it wouldn't budge. Occupied? I knocked.
"Just a moment!" A girl voice replied. The toilet was now running, and the door clicked to unlock. I stood aside, waiting for it to open. And waiting... And waiting... What was she doing in there? I didn't hear any running water... And -- It opened, her short light-brown hair and brown eyes and freckles made my time stop.
"H... H..."
"Hi!" She said smiling. I nodded and tried to smile. "Sorry it took this long... Umm... " She looked at down at the floor as she angled to fit through the entrance to the stall, "Can you make room please?" Her palms were up as if trying to push me aside. I made a bit more room and she budged through to leave the stall. I looked at her leave. Her denim skirt and yellow blouse completed by the black leather shoes she wore.
She turned as she walked away, definitely noticing I mumbled. I kept looking at her posterior, then her face. She smiled and kept walking.
"Hi... " My words left my mouth along with the rest of the air in my lungs.
Emma Watson. Holy Jesus Sacrimoni. I am falling... Falling... Oh fuck, I missed the door frame! With my other hand I quickly balanced myself as I almost fell into the open bathroom stall. My heart was beating too fast.
I closed and locked the door and pull down my rugged pants. I didn't know if Emma did number one or number two, because of my bad smell, but it didn't bother me now. I grabbed and stroked my dick as I was imagining Jennifer Lawrence's sock falling off and images of Emma Watson looking at us as I grab Jennifer's exposed heel, her toes dangling in the air, what color was her toenails I wonder, red. Bright red... Sperm rushed out, flooding the toilet seat that Emma occupied just a moment ago. Oh shit. I was panting... That was the fastest ejaculation I ever had. Gods.
I kneel and smell the toilet seat. It was still warm. My mind kept telling me to put my dick against it and rub it again, but I stopped. No. I know I was disgusting and smelly, but I didn't need any new germs to add to my collection.
"Phew... " I said, my heart calming down just a little. I breathed in, then breathed out. "Phoooo... I'm alright. Phew, that was intense." Still kneeling, I pull myself up and relieve myself, not realizing the toilet seat was down, combining my piss with my sperm and whatever Emma left behind... "Oh fuck!" I stop mid-piss and clean up with... This is some very soft toilet paper! Oh my goodness.
Moments later, I leave the bathroom stall and head back to my train cabin. As I slide the door open, I see Jennifer taking pictures of Michael? No, of her white socks, feet in the air? She stumbled, "Oh!" She said, "You're back!" And she gave me a big smile, "I was just photographing Michael. Hope that's okay!"
I nod as I enter, "I mean you can try!" I give a devilish smile as I stare at her feet now sitting down on the floor, atop her sneakers. Man, it felt so good to be relieved. Yet I still can't stare away from her legs. And now I know Emma Watson is also with us? Like... What the fuck. I shook my head a little, and sighed as I sit next to Michael, covered in Jennifer's towel.
He did look very cute, like a babushka, that's true. Too bad she couldn't see him the way I could.
The demon owl however, didn't look towards me at all when I came back, instead he stared at Jennifer, who was now texting something on her phone rapidly, while placing her feet into her sneakers.
"Hey, umm." She said, focused on her phone, "Is there anything I can place the phone on, at the bathroom?" She asked.
I think back... Well, besides meeting Emma Watson, stroking my dick and cumming in less than 6 seconds, I didn't recall anything but the sink...
Wait a minute! Did Emma wash her hands?
"Well?" Jennifer now quickly glanced at me, but my eyes were all over the place, "No," I said, "Only a thin sink."
"Pff, alright." She dropped her phone on the seat and put on her sneakers, her finger going behind both heels, to push them in. She got up. As she was leaving, the phone chimed again, and she retreated a bit, looking at it for a moment, sighed, then left the cabin and closed the door.
In that tiny infinitesimal moment between the click of the sliding door and the next frame of reality, the cosplaying owl unfurled its wings and jumped, dropping the towel on the floor.
"Michael, what the hell!" I whispered, but the owl didn't stop. He approached Jennifer's phone and tapped it. Tap, tap, tap.
What are you doing?
Tap, tap, tap.
"Her phone, boy. It's unlocked... I'm trying to slide it open."
Oh.
I move over to his position, and press my finger on the screen, "Don't." I tell him, "If you open it, the notifications would dissappear, and she'd get suspicious." Michael stopped, but I moved my finger across it, keeping it active. I knew I shouldn't, this was an invasion of privacy, and I'm not a bad man.
"Why are you doing this Michael?" I ask him, but the bird just stared at the phone screen, and my eyes followed his. My heart sank by the first words I read.
<3MyMarkyMark<3
Hey! Did loser creep come back?
I press the notification, expanding the rest of the messages from the past few seconds...
<3MyMarkyMark<3
Love, I'm telling you, he's masturbating about you as we speak! You never even let me do that before we get married!
<3MyMarkyMark<3
This is torture, send me more babe, I can't get off to your socks. Give me more skin! You're giving him more opportunities than me! Don't you love me?
<3MyMarkyMark<3
It's not good enough, I want more.
SistahAubrey
No shit Mark's been going crazy. A fucking homeless creep? How did you get paired with him gurl? I'd ask the conductor to throw him out, they said no men at your Academy, what gives babe?
I breathe heavily, manually, as I gently grab Michael and return to my seat. The phone eventually shutting off its screen.
After I sit, a moment passes before I sigh... Still staring at the floor, Michael presses his beak into me, reminding me of a simpler time, when I thought I had magic. Hope.
"She called one of her friends to gossip about you while you were gone, boy. I knew you wouldn't believe me. " His wing unfurled reaching high-near my head as it surrounded me from right to left, giving me a hug?
I leaned forward and grabbed the towel from the floor and folded it, then placed it on Jennifer's seat. When I laid back into my seat, I felt as if I was falling onto the softest pillow that could ever exist. It felt so good. Surrounded by a calm sea.
"I'm really alone in this world, still." I said out loud, mincing my words, grinding my teeth. I felt my eyes get watery.
The cabin door slid open, and Jennifer casually walked to her seat. She grabbed her phone, stared at it, then just started typing again, smiling.
"Phew," She said, "They really should clean those bathrooms more often." She kept typing, "Smelled like, rust and piss all together."
Yeah, she mentions it now. I realized why she went to the bathroom. To check if I masturbated. What the fuck was I thinking, being friends with someone of her caliber, she doesn't even look at me as a Human...
The pillow grew sturdier, embracing me. I could see Michael's white feathers engulf my left shoulder.
Don't think I'd let this change my mind, Michael. She's a piece of shit...
Jennifer chuckled just then, sometimes giving me quick glances, but mostly just typing away. My eyes were looking outward, through the window, at the ever similar landscape of forests and fields. No mountains yet, I haven't seen mountains in so long.
... But I'd never even think about murdering her...
Why did you pick me Michael? There's so many more capable murderers, psychopaths out there. You chose a fucking loser to be your side kick for this dumb revenge plan...
"Because... " Michael started, but Jennifer interrupted him, laughing with her mouth open, then did a half-assed attempt to cover it.
"Sorry!" She said, holding a hand out. I gave a half smile. "It's just a great meme my fiancee sent." She said.
Meme? It's been so long since I even saw one. So many years since I had a phone...
"Because... " Michael said, "You were the only one who'd listen."
I smiled, there was a small window of hope there, opening again. What kind of feeling was this, I wondered? It felt... Good.
A tear fell down my cheek, but I quickly brushed it with my hand, pretending to scratch my face. I smiled. I held onto this beautiful feeling. Hope for something?
"As I listened to you, boy." He retracted his encompassing wing, slowly. "Setting up a speed record while masturbating. To socks."
Aaand it's gone.
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