A/N: this is my first story so please don't hurt me lol. its a little short and i will update soon as possible. Reviews please :)
*Beeep….Beeeeep…Beeep..*
"Fuck me" I say in a mumbled tone as I rolled over in my tiny trailer bed, the alarm ringing in my ear. I don't want to open my eyes knowing that the sun will just blind me anyway when I walk out of the trailer into the hot blazing sun of California. Maybe I should be use to the hotness by now knowing that I have lived here most of my life anyways. When I finally get enough strength to move, I reach my hand out and feel around the dresser hoping the next thing I touch will be the snooze button on the alarm but instead I hit everything else...my cigarettes, my cell phone, and the empty bottle of vodka from last night all of which fall on the floor. When I finally get to the alarm clock after what feels like agonizing minutes of that loud god damn obnoxious beeping…I sit up and look around the trailer my eyes still half way shut.
"Shit…" I say as I see is clothes piled everywhere except for my 70's costumes all lined up perfectly in the closet. I finally realize, shit today is the last day of shooting The Runaways. I go over in my mind what I can kind of remember of what scenes I have to shoot today and its all just a blank to me…Probably from the vodka with Scout.
As soon as I get out of bed I hear banging on my trailer door. What the fuck I think as I back look towards my alarm seeing that it's only 8 a.m. What time was I suppose to be out there…
"KNOCK KNOCK! Come on Kristen were all waiting what the fuck you doing in there!" I hear Joan say. I trip over all my clothes just to get to the door. When I finally get there… Joan's standing there in blue jeans and her Blackhearts tank top…her original choice of clothing.
"Yeah Joanie I'm up" I say to her, half way blind from the sun that's blearing in my eyes and still half way dazed from sleep. She looked at me funny and blushed.
"You know you're only wearing boyshorts right?" Joan said as I looked down at myself to realize I went to bed topless. "Shit! Sorry!" I said to her as I grabbed the nearest thing next to the door and covered myself with it. Joan just laughed her ass off.
"Rough night?" Joan asked as she walked into my trailer and shut the door behind her. I looked around the floor trying to find something to cover up in when Joan picked up a tank top and handed it to me. I grabbed the tank top from her quickly put it on. I probably would have been twice as embarrassed if it was anyone but Joan. I ran my hand through my hair.
"Kinda I guess...I mean I went drinking with Scout and I honestly just don't remember even coming back in here." I laughed. She stopped and looked around the trailer and started kicking clothes around.
"Sorry about the mess." I said as I shrugged my shoulders and tried to find my cigarettes in the pile of clothes on the floor. Joan just smiled and slumped down on the tiny couch. "You know this is the last day of shooting right?" Joan said to me as I picked up my pack of cigs and put one in my mouth.
"Yeah I know." I said as I lit the cigarette and filled the intoxicating smoke into my lungs. Joan just looked at me with a different expression on her face. Different from when she first came into my trailer. "What's wrong?" I asked. She continued to look at me and didn't say a word. I knew what that look on her face meant. I knew Joan Jett well enough, so well in fact that in the past year and a half she could just look at me and I would knew exactly how she felt and what she was thinking even if she didn't say a word. "You don't want it to end do you?" I asked her. She smiled and walked up to me. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug.
"Thanks for doing this movie; you don't know how grateful I am that you and Dakota did this movie about me and Cherie. Words cannot thank you enough kid."
I smiled and hugged her back. "It's no problem Joanie." She let go of me and took the pack of cigarettes out of my hand and put one in her mouth. I pulled out my lighter and lit the cigarette for her. She inhaled deeply and gave me a playful punch in the arm. "You ready to finish up a masterpiece today?" she laughed as she walked towards the trailer door. "Yeah lets make this day count." I said as I put my hands through my hair and finished my cig and put it out in the ash tray. She smiled, "Good, and remember to hurry up most of us are ready for you, Dakota is in make up and your suppose to be there with her. Ill see you out there K." I nodded as she shut the door. I took off all my clothes as I hoped in the shower and going over in my mind that I had to make this day count for something. When I was finally dressed in my red leather suit, I put on my sunglasses, ran my fingers through my black hair, put another cigarette in my mouth and walked out of my trailer.