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More Than You Expected	By : spikes1830 Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 19443 -:- 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: I do not own anything in this story except for my original characters (including You, Frankie, and Dashlee.)
Tuesday
“I can’t believe you’re ditching me for a month!”
You’re in the car with your friend Francis, who’s behind the wheel, bringing you to the airport. And she is not happy about it. “Frankie, you know I’m not ditching you, I told you that you should come. And it’s not a whole month.”
“Fine, not a whole month. Three weeks and two day. It’s still a long time. And it’s not like I refused to come I just--”
“Enough excuses, if you wanted to come that badly you would’ve found a way. I don’t mind, Dashlee and I will have plenty of fun without you.” You tease.
“Hmph.” She puts on her pouty face when you scold her. “It wouldn’t be so bad if this trip really was temporary, but I know you’re going out there to look for jobs and check out different areas to live in too. It just means that you really will be ditching me, like forever. Admit it.” She says, defiantly.
“Frankie honey, that’s so far in the future I get dizzy just thinking about it. Now no more guilt trips or I might forget to buy you a present while I’m gone.” You fake threaten her.
“So, have a great trip! What gate shall I stop at?” She shapes up right away.
“That’s better. I think it’s number three. Wherever the Delta ticketing counter is.” You say as you start digging in your purse. You finish digging for things just as she stops the car near your door. “Thanks.” You say, giving her a hug while sneaking gas money into her purse (she would never just accept it). “I’ll give you a call when I get a chance.”
You’ve gotten your boarding pass and you sit down at the gate your plane will be leaving from, only to realize that you forgot to buy magazines before you got to the airport. You turn around to head to one of the main terminal’s shops. As you turn you see some guy who you think you know. You look closer, smiling at him and, deciding that you don‘t know where you know him from, keep walking. You are just entering the nearest shop but a hand grabbing your arm stops you. You turn around to find out who thinks they have the right to grab you and, it’s him. “Who *are* you?” he asks while you wonder what to do. That’s when it hits you. It’s Johnny Depp. You decide to continue to pretend you don’t know who he is as you give him your full name. “Hi, I’m John,” he responds, realizing his bad manners. “Are you on flight 624?”
“Yes, but I forgot to stop and pick up some reading material. Maybe we can chat when I get back?” You again smile at him while thinking, ‘Because if you don’t let me go and have a moment for freaking out, I’m gonna make a scene.’
“Oh, I‘m sorry.” he realizes that he’s still holding your arm and drops it. “When you return then.“ He says to your retreating back.
*************Backstory**************
All of Hollywood, no, all of the world was talking about the split when it happened. Vanessa dumped Johnny Depp. She tamed the wild beast and than kicked him to the curb. She fought for and won, sole custody of their children. It had been a year since than and it sometimes still appeared in magazines. Updates on Johnny’s love life. Blurbs about her recent marriage to some other singer. The whole world knew that Johnny wanted his life back. He dated several people, most of whom ended up being too Hollywood for him. He’d become a recluse. Only leaving home when it was for work, unless he thought that his current girl was a ‘keeper’. That never happened these days. He hadn’t dated anyone for a few months and had been rumored to be shooting a film somewhere in the Midwest. You hadn’t known where until know.
**************His POV***************
‘Who *is* that girl?’ He wondered to himself as you walked away. ‘And why did it take so long to find someone who doesn’t freak out every time I talk? She *seems* normal. Maybe someone who isn’t from Hollywood wouldn’t be Hollywood. I wonder if she’s sane.’ He walks purposefully towards the gate attendant’s counter.“I think I should get to know her a little better...” he says to himself, smiling at the woman who turns to him.
“Can I help you?” The attendant asks.
“I believe maybe you can,” he says and begins conversing about seating arrangements with her.
*************Your POV****************
‘AAAAHHHHHH. I just met Johnny Depp! I just spoke to Johnny Depp! AAAAHHHH! Okay, calm down, you might have to talk to him more… I doubt it but. AAAHHHHH!!!’ You finish internally freaking out and purchase a few magazines and some gum before walking back to your gate, thinking more about getting to Cali than anything else. Until you reach the gate and see him of course. ‘Wow he really is beautiful,’ you think to yourself while trying not to stare. You sit down facing away from him he turns around to see you there.
“Hello again Miss (your last name),” he says, sitting next to you.
“Um... Hi?” You stammer while trying to think of something more intelligent to say.
“Did you find what you needed?” He inquires.
“Yes, and you can call me (your name).”
“Good, now I hope you don’t mind my bothering you to talk.”
“No it’s really--“
“(Your full name) please report to the ticketing counter at gate G17, (Your full name) please report to the ticketing counter at gate G17, thank you.”
“Sorry” You frown at him, “I’ll be right back,” you say walking to the counter. “I’m (your name).”
“Hello. It seems we had a problem with seating and oversold our coach seats and the airline would like to offer you a free upgrade to first class on this flight for the trouble of switching seats.”
“Um… Yeah, absolutely,” you respond, wondering when this great luck is going to end. “Thanks,” you add as you return to your seat in the waiting area.
“What was that for? If you don’t mind my prying.” It appears he still wants to talk to you.
You shrug and tell him, “they oversold the flight and upgraded me to first class.”
“Well that’s certainly a bit of good luck.” He smiles and you realize, he doesn’t seem at all surprised.
You brush the thought away to agree. “Yeah.” You begin searching for things to say that won’t make you sound stupid. “So what are you here in (place you live in) for? You don’t quite sound like you’re from around here. And trust me, that’s a good thing.”
“I was here on business. And you, or do you live here?”
“I live here, but I’ve always loved California. I’m going to visit and I’m intending to move there as soon as the opportunity presents itself.” You tell him. Then, realizing he didn’t need all that, “and that was maybe more than you needed to know. I’m babbling so I’ll shut up now” You can feel yourself start to blush.
“It’s okay. So, what area are you thinking--“
“All first class passengers and passengers requiring assistance or extra time to board, please make your way to gate G17 at this time, all first class passengers and passengers requiring assistance or extra time to board, please make your way to gate G17 at this time, thank you.”
“Oh goody,” you say dryly.
“Not a fan of flying?” he inquires
“I just don’t like sitting still for that long,” you respond walking towards the gate... “Goodbye!” you wave and you’re already out of site when you realize that he is no doubt in first class as well. ‘Oops, maybe I shouldn’t have walked away so fast... Oh well, too late now.’ It’s not like you’re going to be sitting by him anyway. That would be a bit *too* much good luck.
“Ticket please. (You hand over your improved boarding pass and your ID) Thank you.”
“Thanks.”
You quickly find your seat and get settled. It’s a window seat, which you hate. It always seems to take longer to get off the plane from a window seat. ‘Hopefully I’ll sit next to someone else who wants off as bad as I do... But doesn’t the airline let first class get off first anyway? Well I’ll survive, at least it’s comfy.’
“Well this should make things slightly more bearable.” Johnny says, sitting down next to you. You smile at him, wondering how you can possibly keep from saying something stupid for an entire flight.
‘What can I talk about? Not our jobs and not movies for sure. Probably best to stay away from books and music too...’ You turn off the iPod you had gotten out of your bag, and face him, “What a surprise! At least I have a decent single serving friend (if you don’t get it, watch Fight Club).” You say, smiling again.
“Good movie” he replies, settling himself in the seat next to you. “So, what ties you to (name of where you live)?”
“Work mostly, and the few friends who I’ll lose when I move”
“Where do you work?”
“At a bookstore, how about you?” you reply, thinking ‘Damn! Now I’ll have to admit that I know who he is!!’
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Actually yes I do, I responded without thinking.”
“So than what do I do?”
“Um..”
“Go on, or do you really not know?” He says, looking at you questioningly.
“You’re not just John, You’re Johnny Depp.” You say, deciding to come clean. “I figured that you probably get sick of people freaking out because you do your job well.”
“Well thank you. For saying I do it well, and for not freaking out. If you had, I might not have paid off the airline to let you sit by me” he says as your jaw drops.
“Why?”
There’s a slightly uncomfortable silence before he completely blows off your question by saying, “So, I'm curious if you even like my movies?.”
“Um...”
“You don’t *have* to answer, I’m just wondering.”
“Well, yeah I do actually. I mean they all have a certain amount of entertainment value.”
“Now why do you say it like that?”
“Well, most of them are great. And I don't think you could find a female on the planet who doesn't have a crush on Jack Sparrow.”
“That’s *Captain* Jack Sparrow, luv.” He replies in character. You thought you would be able to contain yourself, but hearing him speak these words in person is just too much. At first you just start giggling, but after seeing his face turn confused, you erupt in a fit of laughter. He looks amused as he says innocently, “what’s so funny? Nevermind, I thought I heard a 'but...' at the end of that.”
“Well I have ot say that Cry baby is..."
“You’ve seen Cry Baby?!” He says, looking shocked.
“Yes” Now it’s your turn to grin. “How many acquaintances make fun of you for that movie? No don’t answer. It’s a movie with the car accident mentality.”
“Car accident mentality?”
“The reasons you watch it is the same thing that makes people slow their cars down to see an accident on the road.”
“Wow.”
“Sorry, that sounded harsher than intended.”
“Yeah, but you might have a point. And I won't get offended, I know what you mean. Anyway, I don’t think I could get annoyed with you.”
“How can you say that? You don’t even know me.”
“Yet.”
“What?”
He smiles and changes the subject, “so where are you staying once you get to LA?”
“My friend Dashlee offered to let me crash on her couch” you say. When he raises his eyebrows at that you defend yourself, “free is always better than expensive comfort.”
“You could stay with me.”
Your jaw drops. “I’ve only just met you.”
He shrugs, “It’s not like I’m exactly a stranger though right? I have something like 5 guest bedrooms and I bet they’re all more comfortable than that couch.”
“Why?” You feel yourself blushing and think to yourself, 'What the hell is going on? Am I just having a very vivid dream??.’
”Well, because couches are made for sitting, but beds are made for-“
“No! I mean why are you offering me this?”
“Because I want to.” You glare at the lack of real meaning. “Okay, okay... You’re the first person in a long time that’s treated me like a human and not a status symbol.”
“Oh.”
“So I was kind of hoping I could get to know you better but it’s up to you. I’ll be right back.” He says, excusing himself.
‘This is possibly the weirdest chain of events I’ve ever experienced. And I really know I shouldn’t but I think I might accept his offer. Good thing I told Dash I’d take a cab to her place. Oh god, what am I doing? This could go *so* badly.’ You think, saying “Hey.” as he returns.
“Want to watch a movie? He asks, pulling out a portable DVD player.
“Sure.”
“What do you want to watch?”
“Surprise me.”
“You’re cute” He smiles softly.
“What?”
“How about I pick three and you pick one of those?” he says, avoiding your eyes for a moment.
“I suppose...”
“Um... How about the new Batman, Dogma, or... Can I pick four?”
“I guess so”
“Big Fish or Fight Club, since you made the reference.”
“Can I narrow it down to two?”
“You’re worse than me!”
“You’re probably right but I’ll reserve judgment.”
“Okay, you can narrow it down to two if you’ll stay with me.”
“Would you mind explaining what sleeping arrangements have to do with watching a movie?”
“Well, if you stay with me than we’ll probably get around to watching the others anyway.”
“Well, okay.”
“Just like that?”
“It was a logical reason. So… Big Fish or Dogma?”
“I'm thinking Big Fish.”
“Sounds good.” You respond, pushing the overhead button that signals a flight attendant.
“Do you need something?” he asks you. You hold up a finger at him, choosing to tell the flight attendant who just showed up what you need instead.
“Could I get some Kleenex, if you have any?”
“Sure”, and the woman leaves.
“Kleenex?”
“There’s some tear worthy parts in this movie.”
“Really,” he raises an eyebrow at you. "Are you a big movie crier?"
“I'm not that bad! I only cry for the really good ones.” You laugh at him as you wave your hand, indicating that he should start the movie.
**************************One and a half hour goes by*********************
“Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened until the plane has come to a complete stop and the captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign, thank you for flying with us and enjoy your stay here in California”
You unbuckle your seatbelt as Johnny puts the DVD player away “We’ll have to watch the rest later”
He tells you, grabbing your hand as you exit the plane. “Did you check any bags?”
“One” You describe it to him as you descend to the baggage claim level on an escalator.
“Okay, why don’t you call the friend you were going to stay with, and tell her about the change of plans, and I’ll grab your bag.” He says, letting go of your hand so you can make the call. "Stay close." He starts watching the baggage claim.
‘OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygod. How am I going to tell Dashlee that I'm ditching her to stay at Johnny Depp's house?!?’ You internally hyperventilate.
“Hello?” Your friend answers her phone.
“Hey it’s (your name).”
“Oh, hi! You here already?”
“Well yes but”-
“But…?”
“Well see someone else talked me in to staying with them.”
“Who else do you know here?”
“Well a few people, some sort of long lost acquaintances but, this person I met at the airport in (name place your from), and we sat together on the plane.”
“YOU’RE STAYTING WITH A STRANGER?!”
“Well, this isn’t as strange as it sounds, see it’s a famous person so”-
“You ready (your name)?”
“Who was that?” Your friend asks hearing the voice that cut you off. “Oh I bet you don’t want to say with him standing there huh.”
“You are very correct.” You tell her
“Can I guess?” she asks as Johnny grabs your carryon and puts it on the cart thing he rented, motioning for you to follow him.
“Go ahead and try.”
“Well I know it’s a guy, is he hot?”
“Yes, very much so”
“Is it in the agreed upon top 5?” she asks, referring to the 5 guys you and her have agreed are the most desirable in Hollywood. (For the record, Johnny Depp, Bradley Cooper, Chris Pine, Ryan Reynolds, and Ryan Gosling)
“Yes.”
“What?! Really?”
“Yep.”
“Cooper?”
“No”
“Well, I don't know if the Ryans are seeing anyone… Johnny got dumped so is it Depp?”
“Uh-huh” you say as calmy as possible. Johnny looks at you questioningly as he hears screams coming from your phone. You’re friend is freaking out.
“Well, I still think that it’s weird that your going home with a stranger,” she tells you after she calms down “but I'm not going to argue as long as you swear to keep your phone on at all times.”
“I will call you tomorrow crazy?” Laughing at her as you hang up and turn to Johnny, "thanks for reminding me to call her.”
“No problem”
You both grab you're bags and throw them on one of those rental carts as to start following him out of the airport. He leads you to the long term parking lot where he unlocks the newest Prius model.
"Let me get those." He says, grabbing for your bags.
"No, I can." you trail off as he's already put them in the trunk. "Thanks"
"No problem" he says opening your door for you (what a gentleman!) "So what do you want to eat? I'm hungry." He says, climbing into his seat.
"Anything's fine with me"
"Not allergic to anything or dislike a particular type of food?"
"Nope" you say, thinking 'Like I'd refuse anything suggested by Johnny Depp!'
"Burgers it is" he says, pulling out of the lot after paying at the toll booth "That's one thing that you can't get as good anywhere else." He says, half to himself "Have you ever had an In’n’Out burger?" he asks as he turns on the stereo
"A what?"
"Best burgers in the world, and I would know."
"Sounds good." You say, smiling (not that you weren’t already) as you're favorite song comes on.
Things are silent for awhile as you both listen to the music. At some point his hand ends up on top of yours, but you aren’t really sure when.
****************************10 Minutes Later*****************************
"Thank you and have a nice day!"
"Thanks," he says to the drive thru attendant handing you some food.
'Oh no. Now I have to eat in front of him without spilling or pigging out!' "Here." You tell him, trying to give him some money
"No, I don't want it"
"But"-
"No"
"Well," you say, hesitating, "Thank you than."
"Mm-Hmm." He replies, mouth full. He follows the grunting up with waving his hamburger around, signaling that you should eat too.
You bit into the burger and wonder how you ever thought McDonald's was good.
"Good?" He asks you.
"Very." You say after swallowing quickly.
About twenty more minutes pass and he pulls into a long driveway and continues up to a large East Coast money style house. "Welcome home (your name)."
“Welcome home?” you look at him skeptically.
“Well can you think of something more fitting to say?”
“No” you giggle nervously.
“Okay than… Ready?” He says, looking at you, then the house.
“Yeah, let’s go.” You respond, flustered as a result of the pull between you and him. He baits you deliberately, and seems to know you inside out already. ‘It’s like Dash said, I shouldn’t be going to a stranger’s house like this… This was--’
“The best room is upstairs; you don’t mind sharing a bathroom do you? It's one of those Jack & Jill style ones.” He interrupts your worries.
“Not at all“, you say, eyes wide as you follow him up an ornate curved staircase and into an upstairs den.
He continued down a hall and showed you into a bedroom near the back of the house. “I’m across the hall if you need anything. When would you like to go to dinner?”
“Um…” You stare, impolitely, at him and then back at the room.
“Tell you what; I’ll come back after I make a few phone calls. Make yourself at home.” He left the room and you closed the door behind him, not noticing the open door on the other end of the wall. ‘Wow, this is some guest bedroom.’ you think, looking around.
The room was painted a dark blue. There was dark cherry wood furniture that included a coffee table, a desk, a nightstand, a dresser, a bookshelf, and an entertainment center. There was also a couch, a recliner and a desk chair, all of which were black. Than there was the bed.
It was one of those beds that you practically needed a ladder to get into. When you stood next to it the top, not counting all the pillows, came up to your mid stomach. It had a cherry wood, canopy style frame. The sheets were the super soft cotton, but they were under the enormous satin blanket with some other blankets in between and the many pillows that had taken over the bed. The sheets and the blanket were dark reds and blues (to go with the cherry wood), the top layer being a deep midnight blue. The pillows were a variety of dark colors, and shapes. Reds, blues, greens, purples, golds, you name it. And they covered not only the bed, but the couch and recliner as well.
You stop focusing on the room and decide to change out of the clothes you wore on the flight. You change your pants, remembering that the door is shut, and you’re down to your bra, rummaging in your suitcase for a new shirt when…
“(whistling catcall) Looking good honey. Bet you forgot that I said we shared a bathroom huh?” He looks you in the eye but you catch him looking farther south. You’ve gotta give him credit for the effort. He is trying to be a gentleman.
‘Well he’s already seen me, I might as well have a little fun.’ You think, smiling as you walk towards him. He backs up a half a step as you advance on him. “Like what you see?”
“Very much thanks.”
You press against him so you can whisper in his ear, “Good, ‘cause the show’s over” and with that you push him into the bathroom and slam the door shut. ‘That was pretty good for thinking on my feet’
You hear him laugh and say, ”wow” as you walk back to your suitcase.
‘Even better.’ you think, wondering what will happen next.
*********************************10 minutes later****************************************
After you’ve finished changing you open the door and walk through the bathroom towards his room, wondering how the rest of the strangest day of your life is going to go. You enter the room to see him on the phone, without a shirt on. ‘yum, yum!’ He waves at you to wait as he finishes his conversation, after which he turns to face you. ‘now it’s not that I don’t know what his chest looks like, but I’m a few feet away from Johnny Depp’s half naked body!!’ you think to yourself as you try to keep your eyes on his face.
“So you wanna go get a bite to eat later?” he says as he looks through his closet.
“Um…” You respond, still recovering from the shirtless thing
“Otherwise I could just nibble on you for awhile.” He laughs at your blank, but shocked, stare. “Relax, I’m just messing with you, I’ll wait until either there’s no trace of jet lag, or you just can’t resist my charms any longer.” He says, reading your expression perfectly.
“What would you have done if I had said I‘d like that?”
“I’m not sure." He looks thoughtful for a moment before shaking it off. "Moving on, so how long are you here for, by the way?” he asks you.
You realize how weird this situation is, again as you reply, “about three weeks, I’ve saved my vacation time up since forever. But don‘t worry about me, I can always go stay with my friend when you get sick of me.”
“No, It‘s good. I’m glad you’ll be here for awhile. It’ll give me time to convince you that you want me.” He winks at you as he pulls the shirt he found over his head. “So what stuff were you going to make sure you got to do while you were here?” He asks, gesturing for you to sit by him on the bed.
“The usual tourist stuff I suppose. I know it’s geeky, but I want to go to Disneyland.” You shrug, “I suppose a few beaches would be on my agenda. Dash and I were going to go to San Diego but I guess that’s off now. I haven’t really planned much. It IS a vacation after all”
“Will you let me take you to San Diego?” He asks, watching your face as he suggests it.
“Sure, why not?” You say, “but are you sure you want to be seen in public with some clueless tourist?”
“I have no problem being seen with you.” A pause follows his statement before he asks, “Are you going to let me play tour guide?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’m pretty much at your mercy while I’m here.”
“Just the way I want you." Laughing at what you're sure is a Deer in Headlights look on your face, he continues. "Just kidding. But seriously, I want to spend time with you.”
“And (your name)’s word of the day is, Why?”
“Well, if nothing else we’ll no longer be complete strangers staying together…”
“And the actual thing you had in mind?” You say in your best ‘I mean business’ voice.
“Well honestly, I’m intrigued by you. And I’d like to see if we’re compatible enough for something to develop, I guess.”
“Wow, you actually answered.” You grin at him with raised eyebrows.
“I didn’t feel like being dishonest. Is that all you have to say about it?”
“What else do you want me to say? I have no problem with the prospect of, whatever it is you’re suggesting. I can always make up my mind later.” You tell him, while wondering to yourself, ‘I wonder what exactly it is he wants to develop? Sex? Love? Something completely unrelated? I doubt that last one.’ You blush a little.
“What are you thinking that’s making you turn red?” He asks teasingly.
“That’s for me and me alone to know. For now. But moving on, I have two questions…“ You trail off, waiting for his acceptance.
“Shoot.“ He says looking at you expectantly.
“What do you want me to call you?“
“Johnny. I said John because you threw me off, acting like you didn’t know me. Next question?“ He implores.
“Okay, what exactly are you calling these future trips and dinner tonight? A date? Or are you going to ask every time we go somewhere together?” You demand, as nicely as you can, trying to distract him from your blushing face.
“Do you always have so many questions?” He answers with another question.
“When I’ve committed myself to living for a month, with someone I met less than ten hours ago, yes.”
“Okay, fair enough,” he agrees. “So did you want them to be dates?” He requests.
“That’s not what I asked,” you state in a matter of fact voice.
“Well why don’t you figure out what I want while we’re out tonight than?” He suggests as you both stand up. “I’ve got a few more things to take care of, feel free to use anything in the house…”
“Thanks.” You smile and turn to leave.
“Really, you can use anything. I’d even be generous enough to let you use me.” He comments.
Without turning you tell him, “be careful, sometime I might actually take you up on THAT offer.”
“Oh, I look forward to it.” he responds quietly as you pass through the door.
You return to your room and look around, deciding what to do until he wants to go to supper. You figure that unpacking may be the wisest course of action.. I mean, having ALL your cloths wrinkled would be bad. Especially considering that you think he was asking you to date him. ‘Oh. My. God.’ It hits you. ‘I’m dating Johnny Depp. Okay, it's not that he's Johnny Depp, he would be cool without that. It seems like I’ve known him way longer but….. AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!’ You giggle to yourself and head towards your suitcase. You take a mix CD your Frankie at home gave you and put it in the stereo by the window. You turn it on quietly and begin your task.
Awhile later, after you’ve basically finished unpacking, you decide to explore the house. ‘Frankie would kill me if I didn’t write with details in this situation.’ You wander through the upstairs, finding a stairway to the third floor that has a locked door at the top, another bedroom, the den and an office. You walk farther into the office, hoping to get more of a feel for John’nys personality. It’s a little messy but average and you head downstairs to see what else you can find. You reach the bottom of the stair and walk into the living room area. Through one of the doors is the dinning room, and you briefly wonder if the room even gets used much. ‘At my place I always eat in the living room or the kitchen.’ You continue through the next door, a swinging door, into the kitchen. It’s clean and modern. It has a bar counter on one side of the room, and the chairs surrounding it deepen your suspicion of the last room remaining unused. The other side of the room is your basic kitchen. You walk through the second swinging door into a hallway. The doors there lead to two more bedrooms and a bathroom. You reach the end or the hallway and you’re back in the living room. The door you hadn’t tried there reveals an unexciting bathroom. Your self guided tour of the inside of the house complete, you head outside.
Naturally the first thing you notice is an absolutely amazing pool. It’s one of those ones that is made to look natural. It has stones lining the edge and a secluded alcove at the far end. Upon closer examination of said alcove, you see it has a boulder to sit on underwater and there is a manmade waterfall.
Turning away from the pool you glance back towards the house and realize that you missed an important detail. There is a deck spanning the entire backside of the house on the second floor. It appears to lead out of not just Johnny’s room, but the one you are staying in as well. Deciding you have seen enough for now, you decide to head back upstairs.
Once you get there you peek in to see that Johnny still seems busy. You decide to write to Frankie as you grab your phone. You go back down the stair and, being slightly tired from both jet lag and going up and down the stairs so much, you grab some water from the kitchen before sitting. You get comfortable in the couch and get down to business. You’ve been writing an email containing every detail of your day and are completely engrossed when you start feeling funny. You glance up and look across from you and realize that Johnny’s been sitting in the chair, watching you.
Now that your out of your trance he says, “I’m done with my business so if you wanted to, I was thinking we could leave in about 15 minutes. Sound good?”
“Sure. One more question first though.” You concur.
“Fire away.” He responds.
“Where are you taking me?” You wait.
There‘s a moment of quiet before he says, “to the places you‘ve never even dreamed of baby.” He says it in a way that you know should creep you out. And he smirks at you as you roll your eyes at him.
“Well,” you say as you shrug, “will you at least tell me what kind of clothes to wear?”
“Well, I’m wearing this…” He says, sprawling so you can look at his clothes (Or admire his body, whatever).
You gaze at him more hungrily that he realizes. He’s wearing jeans that are the perfect fit and a simple shirt. He has a extremely beaten up leather jacket lying next to him. You take him in once more briefly before breaking your stare. ‘No need for him to know how much I’m enjoying this.’
“So pretty much anything goes but--” he trails off.
“But?” You question, probably glaring at him.
“Well, I wouldn’t argue if you decided to tease me a little. Can’t guarantee I’ll stay a gentleman in your eyes if you do.” He grins and you feel like his eyes got darker.
“Well, by the end of all this you may not be regardless of my clothing choices. But we’ll see--” You cut off. “I’ll be right back.”
“Wait!” He calls out.
You turn to him, “yes?”
“But we’ll see…” He gestures, implying you should finish the sentence.
“We’ll see how long I can remain as much of a lady as you are a gentleman.” You fill in before dashing up the stairs, leaving him to wonder.
You return a few minutes later wearing the jeans that are in the best condition and a tank top with strategically placed lace that lets your smooth skin show through. It looks classy, but it’s still enough to make him drool. You bring down a light jacket, also leather but not as worn out.
He comes out of the daze he seems to be in and makes a strange noise when he sees you and you take it as a good sign. ‘If I can break him before I give in than I win.’ You decide to yourself. You reach the bottom of the stairs and face him, “well, shall we?”
“We shall. But first,” he pauses, “How do you feel about motorcycles?”
“I love them. Provided I have a helmet and you don’t take too many risks.” You respond, already excited for the ride.
“Alright than let’s go.” He exclaims, taking your hand and heading for the door.
You get outside and notice the stand alone garage that you hadn’t seen when you first got there. He gestures for you to wait as he opens the door and walks in. After a few seconds he’s back out with the bike. You put on your jacket, and the sunglasses he suggested you bring, and climb on behind him. He starts it and pulls out of the driveway. And then your inner monologue starts up again.
‘I don’t NEED to hold onto him to stay on the bike. But SHOULD I do it, just so I can hold onto him? It might make it harder for me to hold back later but, it might make it harder for him too. And THAT would be well worth it.’ You grab him as he comes to a sudden stop, solving your problem without even needing to make an effort. When he starts again you continue to hold on as you watch the world go by.
It’s been about a half hour when he turns of the freeway. You come out of the trance you had been in and look around. After another minute or two of driving, you recognize the Santa Monica Pier a bit farther down the road. He drives just past it and pulls into a parking lot.
He parks, you realize intentionally behind an oversized truck and you both get off the motorcycle. You both pull of the helmets and he glances around, you assume for people who might identify him.
You realize that it may have been something else when he leans down and give you a light kiss on the lips.
You feel your eyes widen and he says, “so, still wondering if this is to be a date or not?” You shake your head and he continues, “I hope you know how much it drove me nuts to have your arms wrapped around me when I couldn’t reciprocate.” He smiles at you.
“I’m glad to hear that,” you say grabbing his hand to squeeze it briefly before dropping it again.
“Something wrong with holding hands?” He asks, looking a little confused.
“No, I just don’t know how you feel about PDA.” Your assure him, grabbing his hand again and keeping it this time.
“Ah well, you’ll no doubt know exactly how I feel about that by the end of the night.” He smirks as he looks you over.
‘I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking when he looks at me like that.’ Instead of continuing to wonder, you break his trance by asking, “So which direction are we going?”
“Oh! Yeah,” he says, shaking his head like he's clearing his thoughts, “this way.”
He leads you and after a few minutes you arrive at a small but busy restaurant. He stops and turns to you to say, “We’ve been lucky so far but I need to warn you, There’s no chance of us going in here without at least one person saying something that relates to who I am and what I do for a living. Is this going to be okay?”
“I’m tough, I can take it.” You say to him with a wink.
“Well, than here we go.” He says, taking a breath and holding the door for you. You in turn hold the door for him and as he passes through he grabs your hand. He pulls you along quickly, keeping his head down until you reach a corner table that seems a little darker than the rest of the establishment. “One perk of my job… I don’t have to wait to be seated. I just call and say I’m coming, and my table is ready when I get here.” He grins at you as a waitress arrives at the table.
“Hello, and welcome. Can I start you off with something to drink?” She smiles, and you can see her eyes dart between you and Johnny. You both place drink orders and she retreats.
“The entire staff will know you’re here within about three minutes I’d guess.” You say, gesturing at her retreating form. “I could see the gossip in her eyes.”
He shrugs and, glancing at the menu asks, “see anything you like?”
Yeah, I do…” You reply slowly. “But I’m afraid it’s not available on this menu.” You place you hand on his leg as he looks up in surprise. “But if my only choice is the menu, I think I’ll have the chicken.”
He stares a moment longer before regaining enough composure to comment, “If you keep baiting me like that, you’ll end up trapped on your back.”
“That a promise?” You challenge.
“Babe, that’s a guarantee.” This time you’re sure his eyes darkened when he spoke. You both sit in silence that follows, pondering that statement, until the server returns with your drinks and to take your orders. You finish with that and she walks away leaving you in silence again. You decide that if the only way he wants it is bad, you’ll give it to him.
You making inappropriate gestures with your straw and he takes a sip, just as he realizes what you’re doing. His sudden cough sends you into another giggle fit. You stop abruptly as he reaches out his hand to touch your cheek.
“I like it when you smile,” he tells you. “When your not laughing you look so serious. But you’re beautiful like this (your name).” He finishes, pulling back his hand as your food arrives.
Your so flustered that you can’t concentrate on eating. Eventually the habit takes over and you manage to swallow some food. After you’ve both finished, he motions for you to stand as he leaves some bills on the table. He grabs your arm and leads you swiftly towards the door.
“We escaped,” he comments, still half dragging you by the hand. “That was a little less traumatic than I expected. And the pier should be basically okay because it’s not uncommon to see well know people there. And I promise if it’s too much, we can always hide on the ferris wheel.” He remarks, sounding more like he’s reassuring himself than anything.
“I don’t know. You and I alone, and trapped, in a small space?” You grin wickedly, “who knows what kind of mischief we could get into.”
You’re still holding hands when you’ve reached the pier. Johnny leads you into the fray and you notice a few stares, and the odd one or two people actually taking pictures. When you see that, you pull him closer as a reflex.
“You okay?” He questions.
“I like my privacy and I wish you didn’t have to deal with people like that.” You react looking up at him and shrugging.
“Aw, are the tourists scaring you honey?”
“Yes,“ you respond in a small voice.
He laughs, “well than we’ll just have to disappear for awhile than.” He says, heading towards the ferris wheel as promised, with you safe in his grasp.
“Right this way,” the ride attendant stutters, as she leads you to the ride.
“Thanks,” you reply earnestly as you climb in. As soon as Johnny is settled you seize his hand again.
The attendant turns to leave and as soon as she’s out of earshot, “I see you got over your fear of the public. You know that you might end up in some trashy magazine now, right?” He comments.
“Yeah, well. I figure that it’ll happen eventually, I might as well make it clear why we’re together.” You allow.
“And that reason is…?” He prompts you.
“Well, I suspect that the magazines will say I want your money or that you’re using me for sex.” You counter.
“But the real reason is what exactly? It’s just occurring to me that we haven’t talked about why you’re living with me at the moment. Or, we haven’t talked about it without it being a match of wits. If you aren’t comfortable going there yet that’s--”
“Can we wait till I actually know the answer? And maybe when we’re not in the middle of a tourist attraction? And consider that this is all insane since it's been just a day?” You suggest, raising your eyebrows at him.
He agreed and the rest of the night went off without a hitch as you adjusted to the stares. On the ride back it occurred to you how tired you really were so you were grateful when he pulled into his driveway. He put his bike away and held your hand as you walked upstairs. He stopped at your door and gave you a polite kiss. He stood back and looked at you, waiting for a reaction.
When you neither stepped back, or spoke in protest, he lowered his lips back down to yours as you drew in a breath. This kiss was deeper and you were surprised at yourself when you immediately reciprocated. ‘After all,’ you would later think, ‘I have only known him for a few hours.’ Just when you thought you may run out of breath he pulled back and, giving a squeeze to your hand, he said goodnight and went to his room.
“Uh-huh… ‘Night…” You are still a little flustered as he retreats shutting the door behind him.
You walked through the door to your room and looked around for something to do. The kiss gave you an adrenaline rush that caused your fatigue to temporarily depart. You decided to finish the letter to your friend back home so you could make sure it would be the first thing she saw when she got up.
As you finished writing, texting her to check her email, you were plagued with exhaustion. You went to the bathroom and got ready for bed hastily. You made your way back to the room and no sooner than you laid down, you had passed out.
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