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Just Friends	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 5546 -:- 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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Title: Just Friends
Author: Hecate
Summary: Everyone else can see that Gerry and Kim are made for each other, but why can’t they see it for themselves? M/F, Language, OC, RPS, Lemon, WIP.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gerard Butler and Kim Appleton (OC)
Feedback: All feedback would be warmly welcomed!
Characters: Gerard Butler, Kim Appleton (OC), some other famous faces are mentioned, plus all my other OC’s.
Disclaimer: Apart from the mentions of actual people (whom I do not know), all characters and the story itself is my own fictional creation. I am making no profit from this story, so don’t sue me because I’m not a wealthy woman! Any similarities to real life are purely coincidental.

May 10th 2004. Bethnal Green, London.

‘Yes Lucy, the fax arrived here’ said Kim, rolling her eyes, ……………….‘Yes I know what I’m doing at what times and no, I won’t be late…………… yes thanks for that, turning up at 11.30 is it? Hmmmm, yep, black Mercedes, ill look out for it……… ok yep, yes if you could have that script Fed-Exed to the shoot id be more than grateful…………. fine, ok,………….bye, bye Lucy’

Kim’s agent had been like more of a second mother to her since she took her on. She moaned about the way her assistant organised every second of her life into specific and tightly scheduled times and places, but she would be hopeless at doing it for herself. This was after all the reason why actors (and actresses in Kim’s case) hired personal assistants in the first place.

Kim was already running 30 minutes late in getting ready for her photo shoot and interview for British Vogue, to which she was going to be on the cover. She did wonder why they where choosing an actress for the June edition front cover rather than a model. They informed her it was because she had polled at number one of the 20 hottest young actors in Britain today as voted for by Vogue readers, and thought it fit to interview her and have her on the cover of the next issue. Kim hated photo shoots. She never thought of herself as being photogenic.

She guessed that maybe having the constant glare of a camera flash in her eyes was something she should get used to; she had done more than 20 magazine interviews in the last month with over half of them involving a shoot too, and over the last three years had started to grab the attention of the famously annoying London paparazzi more and more as well, especially after her highly acclaimed appearance in a major TV networks adaptation of Mary Queen Of Scots, in which she had took the lead role to a series of red hot reviews. But still, she didn’t feel comfortable in the presence of a camera.

‘I cant believe I’ve only been back in London for a day and its off to work again for me’ she grumbled to herself as she drained the last of her very stewed tea and made her way into the bathroom to take a shower. ‘No bloody piece for the wicked’ she continued to complain as she removed her little shorts and vest top set she had slept in and pulled the curtain back to get in under the hot jet of water. As the water cascaded over Kim’s toned body she let out a sigh of relief. To Kim showering was more than just getting clean, it was like the hot jet of water cleansed her head too, and whatever thoughts she had swirling around in it bothering her, and at any given time there where many of them.

Once Kim was showered she stepped out and wrapped herself in warm towels from the radiator and exited the bathroom, bedroom bound. Once inside her room she quickly grabbed some clean underwear, a pair of torn and very faded blue jeans, a white shirt, her charm necklace and a big silver cuff bracelet and threw the items onto herself in the appropriate places, not even letting herself get dry properly. She knew she would have her hair and make up done for her once she got to the shoot so she gave her hair a quick rough dry with the towel she had wrapped around her head and threw it on the floor before grabbing her jar of moisturizer and giving her face a good coating of it. She spritzed her hair with some ‘bed head’ effect spray just so her natural curls wouldn’t make her look like she had the appearance a cave woman by the time it had dried and went through to her kitchen to make herself a quick cup of tea before the car came to fetch her. She sat and read Lucy’s fax of places she had to be over the next week while the kettle boiled. ‘London Premier, perfume launch party, interview, interview, interview, phone interview with LA Cosmopolitan, charity dinner, Paris premiere, blah, blah, blah’.

Out of all that the charity dinner was the one that appealed to her most because of its cause. Kim had been an avid animal rights activist since she was a young teenager and was honoured not only to be invited, but to be asked to read a speech about the work the charity did into funding alternative research into the prevention of using animals for cosmetic and pharmaceutical testing. She hadn’t even had time to buy a dress for the occasion, this was yet another time Lucy had saved her ass and gone to Prada on her behalf and picked out a beautiful deep claret satin dress that Kim had loved. She had to stop being so hard on Lucy. She did a damn good job, and did more for Kim that was required of her job description. Feeling a little bad, Kim quickly called the local florist and arranged for a huge bunch of white roses to be sent to Lucy’s office. Just as she put the phone down the intercom to her flat buzzed. ‘Off we go again’ thought Kim as she quickly grabbed her handbag and pulled on her boots before running through the door, cup of tea still in her hand.

After what turned out to be a good day at the shoot (the photographer had cracked her up laughing at every opportunity to make her feel more at ease at being in front of the lens, and the lady interviewing her had been lovely), Kim was glad to kick off her boots and go scrub off all the horrid thick shoot make up she had been plastered in. After washing her face clean she slumped down on the sofa, light what must have been her fortieth cigarette of the day and began to read the script that had been sent over to her at the shoot. She studied the lines of the character she was being offered the screen test for and laughed her head off; the character Frankie had some of the best comebacks and one liner’s she had ever read. After the 6th page she was hooked. The script was effortless to read and she almost felt as if she was being pulled into the pages themselves as she read through them. The script was for a film with the title ‘Professional Lies’ and was a story of a group of highly elite and professional thieves, pulling off heist after heist with the greatest of ease until they hit an inevitable glitch in the plan, and so it went on.

Kim rubbed her eyes and sat up to look at the clock; 10pm. ‘Not too late to call Lucy’ thought Kim as she reached inside her bag for her mobile phone and pressed ‘call’ when she got to Lucy’s number in her directory.

‘Hello grumpy, what can I do for you this evening?’ chimed Lucy merrily down the phone.

‘Hey! If I was that grumpy would I go to the trouble of sending you flowers for being such a superstar?’ said Kim in a mock upset tone.

‘No, this is true, but you always did know how to get around me didn’t you? Laughed Lucy.

‘Oh shut up’ laughed Kim, ‘I just wanted to say I’m very interested in the script and I’d like to do a screen test for Frankie’ she continued as she reached over to the coffee table in front of her to grab her packet of Marlboro reds. ‘If you could let my agent know ASAP id be grateful honey’.

‘I must admit I read through it and thought you would go for it, half of the characters have already been cast, they had trouble finding the right leading lady until someone in production mentioned your name’ Said Lucy, ‘Oh and it seems you aren’t going to feel so lonely working on this either, a certain friend of yours has been cast as the leading man’.

‘Oh really, who might that be then?’ asked Kim, feeling happy that she would be working with a friend.

‘Gerard Butler’ said Lucy.

As soon as his name rolled off Lucy’s tongue Kim felt her heart thud into her chest. ‘Oh that will be nice to see him again; I haven’t spoken to Gerry in a while’ she said quickly, her voice coming out in more of a rushed squeak than anything else.

‘I thought you might like that little nugget of info’ said Lucy, barely suppressing the giggle that was bubbling up in her throat.

‘Oh shhhhhhhh!’ Scolded Kim, ‘How many times do I have to tell you we are just friends?

‘Until I actually believe you?’ asked Lucy, still giggling.

‘I’m hanging up now’ said Kim in a playful warning tone.

‘Fine, you do that. It will just prove to me that you have something to hide’ Lucy continued, getting into her stride.

Kim made a frustrated ‘GRRRRRR!’ noise down the phone and pressed the call end button. About a minute later the text message tone bleeped. The text read;

‘You know I’m only winding you up, but c’mon girl, at least admit you fancy the pants off him! See you in the morning, L xxxx.’

Kim shook her head and placed her phone back in her handbag. The truth was that she did find Gerry attractive. What woman wouldn’t? But the fact of the matter was that they where just good friends.

Kim had first met Gerry on the set of ‘Dracula 2000’ and they had hit it off instantly. As the embers of Kim’s open fire glowed softly and crackled as they began to lose heat she thought back to the time she had first set eyes on him…….

January 16th, 2000. New Orleans.

‘For fucks sake how cold is it in here?’ Kim said as she hoisted her big warm coat up over her as much as it would go.

‘Miss Appleton! Be careful with those wings!’ shouted Juliet, the fearsome wardrobe chief. Kim only had a small speaking part in the movie, as a girl celebrating the Mardi gras dressed up as a dark angel who is lured in by Dracula, which required Kim to wear very little. All she wore under her coat was a pair of PVC hot pants and bra, fishnet tights and a huge pair of black feathered angel’s wings.

‘Eye eye captain’ called Kim, doing a little salute in Julie’s direction, which earned her a playful scowl from the wardrobe chief. She re adjusted her coat so that it was behind her huge black wings rather than over the top of them and sat down again.

Kim had been waiting around for hours that night for her scene, but filming was running two hours behind. She shuddered and asked one of the crew when she was likely to be on and he replied ‘about another 45 minutes’.

‘I’m going for a smoke then’ said Kim as she unattached herself from the huge black feathered wings, placed them carefully down on a nearby table, put her coat back on again and exited the freezing cold set and went out back for a cigarette.

‘It’s fucking warmer out here than it is in there’ muttered Kim as she swung one of the heavy studio doors open.

‘You’re not wrong there’.

As Kim turned to find the source of the voice she was confronted with a pair of the most electric green eyes she had ever seen.

‘Looks like you are getting into your role well, lurking in the dark there’ said Kim as he walked towards her.

‘Gerry’ he said extending his hand to her.

‘Kim’ she said, ‘and I know who you are’ said Kim, a shy smile playing on her lips.

Gerry smiled back and reached into his pocket for a lighter, he had withdrawn it and politely lit Kim’s cigarette for her before she even realized.

‘Thanks’ she said, smiling and letting out a sigh of relief as she inhaled her first puff of smoke.

‘I heard you getting a bollocking from out here, she’s a bit of a dragon lady that Julie’ said Gerry as he watched Kim smile once more.

‘Yes I suppose you could say that’ agreed Kim, leaning back against the wall and breaking her eye contact with Gerry, feeling she would fall over if she looked into those amazing eyes for a second longer.

‘I haven’t seen you on the set before today’ said Gerry in an enquiring tone.

‘No I just got here yesterday. I had a brief chat with the director and some of the other crew about my few scenes and then went straight back to my hotel. I’m starting to wonder why I agreed to do this, all seems to be a lot of waiting around for not very much’ said Kim, noticing Gerry had moved from his position next to her to right in front of her.

‘That’s the life of actors for you!’ chuckled Gerry.

‘Well, not for you it isn’t, you have a fair few more scenes than me’ laughed Kim.

‘I didn’t used to. Everyone’s got to start somewhere’ said Gerry, feeling sorry for the young girl in front of him that was obviously still getting used to the sometimes monotonous life on a film set. He remembered his time of only acting small parts yet having to wait and wait to be called on set for hours, being bored out of his skull.

‘So I take it this is your first film then?’ he asked, noticing for the first time just how cold this girl really was; even her little rosy cheeks where trembling slightly in the cold night air. ‘Here’ he said, removing his long black wool coat and draping it round her shoulders.

‘It’s one of my first yes, and thank you for this but won’t you get cold?’ said Kim as she pulled the huge coat around her shoulders over her own coat.

‘I come from Scotland Kim, believe me this isn’t cold compared to there!’ he said as he laughed warmly. ‘And I do believe all you have on under there is little more than underwear’.

‘True’ said Kim shyly as she laughed. She felt an instant connection to this man. He was warm and friendly with all of the same natural charm of the character he was playing, except he was much less lethal than Dracula! Kim stayed outside for another cigarette and continued chatting with him until a crew member came and fetched Gerry for his next scene. Kim reluctantly gave Gerry the beautiful coat back and smiled as he left in tow of the man sent to fetch him. When she finally had her scene she couldn’t help but notice the way Gerry eyed her up and down with a little smirk as she took her coat off and walked onto the set before having the make up lady make a fuss over her thick black eyeliner and apply another trowel full. ‘He must think I look as silly in this costume as I feel’ thought Kim, and didn’t think on it anymore.

Throughout her short time on the set of Dracula Kim found herself forging a lasting bond with Gerry. They shared the same sense of humour, liked the same music and books (Gerry kindly lent her a copy of his favourite book, ‘Fear and loathing in Las Vegas’), and they just seemed to click with one another. Although he made an effort to have a chat with as many of the cast as he could she couldn’t help but notice that he always talked to her for the longest. She thought it was amazing just to have a nice friend that was a guy and didn’t want things to go any further than that. Gerry had confided in Kim that he had a steady girlfriend called Clare back in London but didn’t want the world and his wife knowing about them, mostly to save her from the media glare as she wasn’t famous, but also because he liked to keep his private life private.

On her last day Gerry made sure that he gave her a copy of his email address and mobile phone number, telling her to call him and let him know how she was getting on in her next film, and that maybe they could meet for a drink when they where in the same place at the same time. And the rest as they say is history. From then on they had become friends, and seen each other whenever their lifestyles had allowed them to.

As Kim was getting ready for bed she continued to think about her friendship with Gerry. She then realized she was obsessing. ‘Stop it Kim, he’s not interested, and neither are you’ she sternly told herself. She found it hard not to look at Gerry sometimes and secretly wish he looked at her in the same way he used to look at Clare, but she shook all thoughts from her head as she pulled back the duvet and got into bed. She knew she didn’t want to push things further with him because it was fine as it was. Definitely. Things like that had the tendency to ruin friendships, and its not like she thought she was anything special looks wise, even though they where no longer together Clare was a million times more beautiful than her, and definitely much different to Kim. There was just no way Gerry would give Kim a second look as far as attraction went. Just being friends was good enough for her; at least that’s what she told herself over and over again. And then reminded herself not to obsess.
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