Hey guys. This is my second fanfiction, but my first story outside of the Cullen world. I hope that you enjoy it, because I am having a fun time writing it. I made up this story and the characters in it. Sorry if it isn't any good...Please review and tell me if you want more chapters!
"Welcome to Los Angeles," The flight attendant's voice comes out of the intercom, waking me up from my sleep. "Today is May 18th, and it is 65 degrees outside on this beautiful day. We hope you enjoyed your flight from Nashville, Tennessee. We hope to see you soon."
Suddenly, everyone on the plane stands up and tries to get their luggage together. I grab my Coach purse out from underneath the seat, and stand up trying to feel my legs again. I thought that I should sit in the normal seating of the plans for once…so the wrong choice. Nothing is better than the extra room first class gives you (okay well maybe my own private jet, but that is only for long trips). I wanted to feel normal for once, so I bought a normal ticket on a normal plane.
Wrong decision. The whole time I was being stared at, and I was finally able to ignore the stares for a few minutes and I got to sleep for a little. Now I can feel the stares back on me, and I notice different camera's in the passenger's hands –and it doubt it's for their first look of the LAX airport.
"Excuse me," A woman in the row in front of me asks shyly, while she rests her hand on a ten year old girl standing next to her staring at me with her mouth open. "My daughter absolutely loves you and your show. Do you think you could get a picture with her?"
Well, I can't really say no in front everyone in this plane. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my fans, but when someone wants a picture, everyone wants a picture. "Of course," I say with the best smile I can do at five in the morning.
The young girl kneels on her seat that is directly in front of mine, and I put my arm around her shoulder. She looks like she is about to faint and too shocked to say anything. "Smile!" The woman says excitedly, as she aims the camera to our faces.
CLICK.
The flash goes off, and that's what starts the chaos. Different people are shoving their children, or themselves, at me holding cameras up in the air trying to get a picture of or with me. I am just standing in my row holding a smile, as I try to figure a way to get out of it. Usually my huge body guard, Bryce, would tell them to back off, and they would right away. If I didn't know him I would be afraid, too. He is three hundred pounds, and is always wearing his dark black sunglasses wherever we go.
"Back up people, please," A flight attendant's voice yells over the crowd, but only some of the passengers stop trying to get closer to me. "We have to get everyone off of the plane. We have a schedule."
I can't keep my smiling face on anymore. I honestly don't know if any of these people are willing to stop. The flight attendant must see my face, because right when she gets close enough I feel her grab my wrist, pulling me down the aisle. "It's alright, your safety is our number one priority," She whispers into my ear, as she almost runs down the aisle.
Another flight attendant walks past us, and then holds her arms out, blocking the rest of the passengers leaving the plane. "We need her to exit safely, and then you can be released." A older man yells something rude at the back of the plane. "We are not treating her specially, but we wouldn't like her not to get ran over."
"Do you have any one here picking you up?" The flight attendant asks me, once we are walking off of the plane and down the passenger walkway.
I nod as I take my iPhone out of my purse checking the time, "My brother should be waiting for me. I just have to get my bags."
"Would you like me to go with you?" She asks me as she straightens her skirt.
I can tell that she is actually worried for me, and I smile. "I'm okay. I'm sure I can find some security by the gates if I need any help."
"Alright, well I'm sorry that you almost got trampled." She tells me her voice almost shaking.
I would tell her that it happens to me all the time, but then she might take me to baggage claim without choice. "It's alright, trust me. Thank you for being so kind." I can tell that her smile almost fades away when I'm about to say bye. "Did you want an autograph? I carry a Sharpie with me all the time, and I bet I have some paper in my purse."
"You don't have too, I understand that you probably get annoyed signing autographs." She says with a small smile, but I can tell she doesn't mean it.
I reach into my purse, and pull out a black Sharpie and a scrap of paper. My personal assistant, Tracy Dab, always tells me to have them handy just in case. "What's your name?"
"Beth," She tells me as a smiles spreads across her face.
I have fans ranging from ten years old to forty years old. It's because the show that I am currently starring in, Dirty Little Secrets, is the biggest thing on television right now. Next Monday we are going to start filming episode one of season two, and I can't wait to get back to work. Even if it means no free time, 5 AM call times, and a lot of hard work.
On the paper I scribble: Beth, thank you so much! I couldn't have done it without you. Then I sign my famous signature (it took a few months, but I can sign it in about a second) underneath, and hand the paper to her. "Here you go. Thanks again."
"Thank you!" She calls out, as I make my way out of the walkway.
Quickly I place my dark red hair into a low, messy bun, hoping that it might help hide that fact that I am Charlotte Davis. People always compliment on my hair, and my dark brown eyes that have an inner ring of greenish blue near the pupil (they say they are my trademarks). I notice that some people are staring at me, or doing double takes when I walk by them. After ten years in the business (I did my first commercial when I was 6) I've learned to try to ignore them.
After a few minutes of navigating through the all too familiar airport, I finally arrive to the luggage claim, only to find all of the passengers looking around for someone. I'm guessing that's me. I consider pulling a hoodie over my head, but they already know I'm here so if I put sunglasses on and my hoodie that's almost saying "here I am".
Most of the passengers are standing close the conveyer belt, so I decide to wait far away from them. I turn around and then I see about twenty paparazzi standing outside of the sliding doors. Security are blocking them from entering, since they basically wait out there 24/7 in case someone famous shows up. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. The camera's start taking pictures of me or recording me as soon as they see me.
The security officers move to make a small gap so someone can come in. When I see who walks in, I can feel butterflies fill my stomach. My older brother, Sean, rushes in looking bewildered because of all of the paparazzi. I haven't seen him for two whole years. Every doubt in my mind races through: what if he doesn't like me? What if he treats me differently? He went to college in Alabama two years ago, during my freshman year of high school, he never came back. I got the job on DLS at the end of my freshman year, and I guess I have been too busy to meet with him. Sure, we have had small phone calls on holidays or birthdays, but never in person.
"Charlie?" Sean asks me quietly, using my nickname that I haven't been called in years. His bright green eyes are showing all of the emotions that I am feeling now: nervousness, excitement, and confusion.
A smile spreads across my face as I remember how much fun we used to have when we were younger. Even though he is four years older than me (I'm sixteen, and he is twenty), we always got along. I used to go to him for everything, but it all stopped when he moved away. "Hey Sean."
"Wow kiddo, you've grown." He says as he runs his hand through his hair, and studies my face.
Yeah, that's what happens in two years. He looks more mature than I remember. He's traded his jeans and t-shirts for kakis and a blue polo, and it looks like he is trying to grow out a small beard. "You have, too."
"How was your vacation?" He asks me as he shoves his hands into his front pockets, making small talk.
I've tried to predict this conversation ever since my parents told me that they were going to build a home in Nashville, and they wanted me to stay with my brother who just recently moved into the Hollywood area until they could come back. I had three ways that I thought it might have happened like. Number one: We would run into a huge hug, and tell each other how much we missed the other. Number two: We wouldn't talk at all. Or number three, how it is happening now: Small talk because we don't know what to say.
"Relaxing," I tell him as I try to ignore the flashes of cameras all around us or the people staring at us, trying to decide if it's me. "I wanted to use all of my hiatus this time around. Mom and Dad rented a house bout that we went on in a lake in Nashville."
He nods, but looks confused. "What's a hiatus?"
"It's a break from filming basically," I try to explain to him the best that I can. I know that I'll have to explain the acting business to him for a while until he gets used to it, that is, if he wants to know.
"Oh," Sean says simply, and then I can tell he is trying to decide about asking a question. Finally after a few seconds of awkward silence he looks around, "Do you get this a lot?"
I look past his broad shoulders, to the guys behind the camera lenses, just trying to get a good shot. I'm actually surprised that the people haven't rushed up to me yet. "Yeah, it happens almost everywhere I go. I don't like the attention all the time. It's creepy to me sometimes that old men want a pictures of me. It's part of the job though."
"IT'S CHARLOTTE DAVIS!" An ear piercing scream comes from behind me, and I whip around to find a girl about a year younger than me standing with a couple of other teenagers.
I guess I spoke too soon. Suddenly, like what happened in the airplane, people start rushing towards me, shoving paper and camera's at my face trying to get something. The Sharpie is still in my hand from earlier, so I start signing different things like magazines and plane tickets, as different flashes go off.
"What the heck?" Sean mumbles loudly as people are shoving up against him trying to get to me. People start breaking through him, and then he is pushed to the very back of the large crowd. Almost everyone in the airport are surrounding me, as I try to keep myself calm.
It's hard remaining at ease when so many people are reaching out for me; just to maybe get a glimpse. While I'm signing a magazine quickly, I feel a large hand grip my shoulder. I gasp as I turn around, only to find a security guy trying to get everyone away from me. When my publicist, Amanda Bentley, and my family see these pictures and videos on TMZ or some other celebrity gossip source they are going to be so mad at me. It took me almost a month to convince them not to bring back Bryce from his vacation to accompany me at the airport so this wouldn't happen. I told them that I could hide enough without causing a huge mob, boy was I wrong. Amanda is going to shove a big I-told-you-so in my face because she warned me, "You can't hide the Teen It Girl in a crowd of people. It just isn't done, Charlotte".
"Back up," Another security guard yells, as I realize that they are in a circle around me. People's hands stick through their wall still trying to get closer to me, but the security doesn't budge.
"I got your bags," Sean almost yells over the screaming crowd, as a security guard brings him next to me. I look down to the two dark purple bags that he is wheeling closely behind him. He must have gone through all of the suitcases to find my name on the tags.
The warm air of LA rushes in, as I realize we are going through the doors to leave the airport. I sigh a sigh of relief that we are finally out, because it took about five minutes, but that was only the stopping of the fans. Now it's the paparazzi.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
"Charlotte, is this your new boyfriend?" "Are you officially over Cody Young?" "He looks too old for you!" "Are you excited about your new season?" "Charlotte!"
The paparazzi yell out to me, as they shove their camera's closer to my face. All of the men are trying to get the best shot. I recognize some familiar faces, because they follow me around. They try to find out exactly what I'll be doing, and they always know. It creeps me out sometimes.
"My car is right here," Sean tells the security, as his squints his eyes. The bright lights on the cameras are hard to get used to, since they almost blind you for the first few minutes.
When we reach Sean's car, a black Ford Fusion, the security open up the passenger side door for me, and I slip inside the car quickly. One of the guards slams the door shut, and then all of the paparazzi line the front of the car, and my side to get pictures through the windows.
"Charlotte!" I can hear them yelling my name louder and louder trying to get me to look up, but I won't do it. It's uncomfortable for me to just sit here and have my pictures being taken, especially when I am doing something normal like sitting in a car.
A few minutes later, Sean's door opens, and he slides in quickly. "Ready?" He asks me as he turns the car on, and tries to motion for the paparazzi to move.
"They won't budge," I tell him, keeping my head low. "Just drive slowly, and they'll start to back away."
He turns to me like I am crazy, "They are people. I'm not going to run over them."
"You won't, trust me, they will walk away. Either that or stay here for a while." I tell him as they bright lights keep invading the car.
"If you say so," He says shaking his head, as he places his foot lightly on the gas. As we move slowly away from the curb, the paparazzi back up, still taking pictures and videos of us.
A few minutes later we finally make it out, and start driving out of the airport parking lot. I lift my head up, and look apologetically at my brother, "Sorry about that. My life gets sort of crazy sometimes."
"It's not really your fault," He says, still looking confused. I can almost hear his heart beating from all of it. "Will those pictures be everywhere?"
"Yeah, you will be able to find the video footage probably on E! News or TMZ on TV tomorrow probably, but the pictures you'll be able to find on the internet or tabloids soon." I tell him, as I try to remember what I was feeling when I first got swarmed by paparazzi.
I remember feeling confused. Why would they want pictures of me? I'm not that different from anyone else, despite the fact that I am an actress. I also felt important. It might sound shallow, but it's true. I felt like I mattered to people, and that I had finally made it in the business. I was also overwhelmed. It's a lot of pressure to feel like you have to be perfect, and the fact that you are growing up with people watching your every move.
I can tell by Sean's face that he is thinking about everything that just happened in the first hour that I've been here. He glances at me before turning back to the road, "You life sure has changed in two years."
Man, has it ever.