AN1/Summary: It's about Helena and Johnny and Tim and the fact that 'some' (at least) of her characters are way more real than they should be...
Disclaimer: All mistakes are mine. Sorry for not being a native. Aside that like nothing belongs to me. Characters belong to themselves or their owners.
AN2: I'm weird. And my mind came up with this. I hope you like it. Either way comments are love.
The chapter's short I just want to know if it's worth writing and if anyone would read it. I couldn't find a proper category so it ended up being here. It's a Tilena story with Johnny Depp included as a family friend and Tim's best friend.
And I made certain things up so it's probably not 100% accurate.
Chapter 1: Off With His Head!
She was sitting on a chair on set drinking a coffee as Johnny approached her. He eyed her suspiciously and she raised an eyebrow, "what's it?"
"Didn't you just wear something else and stood over there?", he pointed somewhere in the direction he just came from.
She shook her head.
"Never mind", he said, "I'm probably just tired and seeing things."
"So are you finished for today?", she asked him.
"Yup, want to eat something?", Johnny asked her.
Helena jumped up from the rock she was sitting on, "Let's go, I'm starving."
So they left their work place together and looked for a nice little restaurant.
"So have you heard anything from the kids, yet?", Johnny asked as they were seated.
Helena smiled, "they're fine. I just talked to Tim, seems that he was pretty tired though."
Johnny laughed and looked at his watch, "probably... He should have gone to bed then."
"Yeah well you know Tim. He doesn't sleep that much anyways. Uh and apparently he misses us", Helena said laughing.
Johnny laughed too, knowing what she was thinking, "suuuuure. He just misses his 'no one's disturbing me'-time."
"Probably", Helena said still laughing.
It didn't take them long to order some drinks and and pasta.
They were talking about anything and everything and both of them were happy that it wouldn't take that long anymore until they could go home to Europe. Not only because they missed their kids but they didn't really like Los Angeles that much. If not to say not at all.
It was then that Johnny caught a glimpse of red hair from a few tables away. There sat a woman who was apparently not that happy with her food. She was standing now and kept yelling at that poor guy. Her flaming locks that had about Helena's hair length but were way more curly were loosely hanging around her shoulders and back and touched her red leather jacket. She wore a white long skirt with black hearts on it and a matching white top. Johnny wasn't able to see her shoes though.
"What are you staring at?", Helena asked quietly after a while because he kept on staring and stopped to eat.
"Uh", Johnny said turning his gaze back to Helena, "there's that red haired 'woman' and she reminds me of someone. I guess I'm really seeing things now."
Helena didn't wait any longer and just turned around. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Is that what I think it is?", she asked after a while and kept staring herself.
"Uh what are you thinking then?", Johnny asked.
"Did she just mutter 'off with his head?'", Helena asked and was glad she was actually already sitting down.
Johnny just nodded and added, "Uhum", as he realized Helena was still staring at the woman and therefore couldn't see him.