Post by RubyTuesday on Apr 18, 2005 20:36:22 GMT -5
Here's a story I'm attempting to write. It starts off in 2005 but that chages. ;D Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Well shake it up babe-babe-babe-babe-babe..." skipped John's rough voice over the record player.
"Muhrrmmm..." groaned Nicole Swanson as she rolled over and covered her head with a pillow. Noon was too early ot be awake, considering the night she had last night.
"...babe-babe-babe-babe-..."
Nicole rolled herself off of her couch and stretched herself out on the floor. She knew she was going to feel this way in the morning. But she couldn't help it. Premier parties always got her and this one wasn't any exception. She didn't regret it, though. It was the premeir party to the film that's up for five Oscar nominations, one of them Best Actress. She was only twenty-three, but she already had 4 Oscars under her belt.
As the record skipped on, she looked over at the player resting on the table where it was surrounded by empty to half empty glasses, wine-coolers and beers. She rubbed her hands over her face and sat up. Her head was throbbing so she forced herself and made her way to the kitchen.
"This place is a mess." observed Nicole as she shuffled her way through pizza boxes, bottles and other assorted that crap people throw on the ground at parties.
Somehow, she managed to make it semi-safely through the junk yard to her kitchen witch wasn't much differant. There was even a person passed out on her kitchen table. She didn't recognise him so she guessed it was just some reporter who got let into the party and had a little too much unprofessional fun. She smiled weakly at him as he lay there passed out, knowing that he would probably be fierd. Then her heart went out to him. Nicole remembered how awful she felt when she nearly got fired for partying a bit too hard. She's never let "partying too hard" be an excuse for being late ever again. So she walked over to soon-to-be hungover young man and shook him gently. He stirred slightly then jumped a little and sat up. He looked around and rubbed his eyes as they focused. Then they wandered back to Nicole. It took a few seconds for him to remember who he was and where he was and who he was looking at, then it hit him. He sat up straight and hopped off the table. His shaggy, dark brown hair was ruffled, his brown eyes rimmed with dark circles and clothes that were wrinkled and damp.
"Oh shit!" he moaned as he scambled to gather all of his journalist things and take a drink umbrella out of his hair "Shit! Thanks for waking me, Miss Swanson!" said the young man as he swayed trying to maintain what little balance he had.
"No problem." said Nicole smiling slightly. Then she continued, "But remember, play hard ya pay hard."
The young man, laughed a little then rubbed his sore head, looked at his watch and said,
"Yeah, I'll remember that today when I explain why I'm late to the boss."
Nicole did her best to smile then bid him goodbye. As she made her way over to the medicen cabinet and took out some aspirin, the young man came back into the kitchen and said,
"Oh, by the way, you should really stop that record from skipping like that."
"Yeah, I know." she said getting out the orange juice out of the refridgerator "It's annoying but my head was killing me."
"Well, yeah," said the young man who no longer looked as hungover as he probably felt "but it's also a Beatle album. You shold really take care of that thing. It's worth money."
"How would you know that?" she asked him before popping in her aspirin.
"Well, I'm a pretty die-hard Beatles fan." replied the young man, forming a smile at the corners of his lips.
Nicole then noticed the Beatles T-shirt under his black suit jacket. She took her pill then nodded to young man, promising him she would do that. He smiled back then headed twords the door. Then Nicole thought of something,
"Hey! I never caught your name!"
The young man looked back smiling and said,
"Never threw it."
"Mind tossing it this way?" asked Nicole smiling playfully.
"Jimmy Cross. Take care, Miss Swanson." Jimmy said reaching for the doorknob.
"Will do." said Nicole to Jimmy as he headed out the door "He was kind of cute." she decided after Jimmy left.
"... babe-babe-babe..."
"Oh yeah, the record." Nicole remembered. It was still skipping. So she made her way through her messy L.A. home to the record player in her unorganized living room. She looked at the record spinning on the turn table and listened to the word "baby" only getting half way through itself.
"I had no idea I even had this thing." she said, still looking at it "Who's this by again? The Beatles?" she said looking at the lable on the record. Then she lifted up the needle and the room began spinning wildly and all of it's colors blended together.
"What the hell?" said Nicole scared and confused before she heard a loud crack that sounded like thunder and blacked out.
Chapter 1
"Well shake it up babe-babe-babe-babe-babe..." skipped John's rough voice over the record player.
"Muhrrmmm..." groaned Nicole Swanson as she rolled over and covered her head with a pillow. Noon was too early ot be awake, considering the night she had last night.
"...babe-babe-babe-babe-..."
Nicole rolled herself off of her couch and stretched herself out on the floor. She knew she was going to feel this way in the morning. But she couldn't help it. Premier parties always got her and this one wasn't any exception. She didn't regret it, though. It was the premeir party to the film that's up for five Oscar nominations, one of them Best Actress. She was only twenty-three, but she already had 4 Oscars under her belt.
As the record skipped on, she looked over at the player resting on the table where it was surrounded by empty to half empty glasses, wine-coolers and beers. She rubbed her hands over her face and sat up. Her head was throbbing so she forced herself and made her way to the kitchen.
"This place is a mess." observed Nicole as she shuffled her way through pizza boxes, bottles and other assorted that crap people throw on the ground at parties.
Somehow, she managed to make it semi-safely through the junk yard to her kitchen witch wasn't much differant. There was even a person passed out on her kitchen table. She didn't recognise him so she guessed it was just some reporter who got let into the party and had a little too much unprofessional fun. She smiled weakly at him as he lay there passed out, knowing that he would probably be fierd. Then her heart went out to him. Nicole remembered how awful she felt when she nearly got fired for partying a bit too hard. She's never let "partying too hard" be an excuse for being late ever again. So she walked over to soon-to-be hungover young man and shook him gently. He stirred slightly then jumped a little and sat up. He looked around and rubbed his eyes as they focused. Then they wandered back to Nicole. It took a few seconds for him to remember who he was and where he was and who he was looking at, then it hit him. He sat up straight and hopped off the table. His shaggy, dark brown hair was ruffled, his brown eyes rimmed with dark circles and clothes that were wrinkled and damp.
"Oh shit!" he moaned as he scambled to gather all of his journalist things and take a drink umbrella out of his hair "Shit! Thanks for waking me, Miss Swanson!" said the young man as he swayed trying to maintain what little balance he had.
"No problem." said Nicole smiling slightly. Then she continued, "But remember, play hard ya pay hard."
The young man, laughed a little then rubbed his sore head, looked at his watch and said,
"Yeah, I'll remember that today when I explain why I'm late to the boss."
Nicole did her best to smile then bid him goodbye. As she made her way over to the medicen cabinet and took out some aspirin, the young man came back into the kitchen and said,
"Oh, by the way, you should really stop that record from skipping like that."
"Yeah, I know." she said getting out the orange juice out of the refridgerator "It's annoying but my head was killing me."
"Well, yeah," said the young man who no longer looked as hungover as he probably felt "but it's also a Beatle album. You shold really take care of that thing. It's worth money."
"How would you know that?" she asked him before popping in her aspirin.
"Well, I'm a pretty die-hard Beatles fan." replied the young man, forming a smile at the corners of his lips.
Nicole then noticed the Beatles T-shirt under his black suit jacket. She took her pill then nodded to young man, promising him she would do that. He smiled back then headed twords the door. Then Nicole thought of something,
"Hey! I never caught your name!"
The young man looked back smiling and said,
"Never threw it."
"Mind tossing it this way?" asked Nicole smiling playfully.
"Jimmy Cross. Take care, Miss Swanson." Jimmy said reaching for the doorknob.
"Will do." said Nicole to Jimmy as he headed out the door "He was kind of cute." she decided after Jimmy left.
"... babe-babe-babe..."
"Oh yeah, the record." Nicole remembered. It was still skipping. So she made her way through her messy L.A. home to the record player in her unorganized living room. She looked at the record spinning on the turn table and listened to the word "baby" only getting half way through itself.
"I had no idea I even had this thing." she said, still looking at it "Who's this by again? The Beatles?" she said looking at the lable on the record. Then she lifted up the needle and the room began spinning wildly and all of it's colors blended together.
"What the hell?" said Nicole scared and confused before she heard a loud crack that sounded like thunder and blacked out.
<--- By Ciara
I shall write that down and keep it in mind.
