Ichabod Crane sucked on and crunched down on a piece of ice from his drink. He lowered the tall glass and shook it making the last few pieces of ice loudly click together. He sighed and lowered his head. Ichabod was finally in his trailer, alone with no director, no Assistant Director and no cost-stars. He sighed. He pinched his forefinger and thumb against the bridge of his long nose. He closed his eyes. God, he was tired. He filmed his scenes and then his scenes with the rest of the cast all day long. He will film scenes with his leading lady co-star, Abigail Mills, tomorrow.
Ichabod threw his lean thin body into his make-up chair. He turned the chair to the bright lit mirror and sighed. He raised his glass to his reflection.
"To my co-star, Grace Abigail Mills," he toasted. " 'till we meet luv."
He chuckled at his toast and took a sip. The rum and cola left in his glass was smooth as it went down his throat.
He was excited when he first heard that Grace Abigail Mills was going to be his co-star. The buzz around the beautiful ingenue was she had starred in major film productions with stars like Bradley Cooper and Jennifer Lawerence.
The director Luke Morales, gave him the well written, funny script at the beginning of the year. Ichabod remembered he looked up from reading to look at the television to see Abigail Mills in a toothpaste commercial. Her bright white teeth sparkled bright as she smiled at the camera. He remembered he smiled back at the freeze frame of his very pretty co-star.
Ichabod's thoughts trailed back to the image of his costar Grace Abigail Mills. He had not yet met her or looked her up on the Internet. He was really too busy. He had time now. His blue eyes shifted to the splayed pile of colorful magazines atop his coffee table to his right. Ichabod jumped out of his makeup chair. It took his long legs one step to get to the coffee table only to freeze at a hard knock on his trailer door. He frowned at the door. Ichabod cursed and turned around. He fell back into the makeup chair again. He'll have to look for her picture in the magazines later.
"Yes. Come in!" Ichabod yelled over his shoulder. Ichabod turned the chair to face the door. It opened and the director of the film Luke Morales, walked inside. Luke Morales's hair was shaggy brown and messy, his bangs fell over his eyes. He tossed his head and focused his big brown eyes at Ichabod. Luke smiled down at him. Ichabod steepled his long fingers under his chin and smiled up at Luke.
"What's up, pal?" Ichabod answered in his best American accent. His hand lifted and waved at Luke.
"You're still practicing the American accent?" Luke chuckled."Sounds good."
"Ah, Thanks mate,," Ichabod answered. Luke smiled. Ichabod returned to his English accent. Luke laughed and let the door slam behind him. He took up the last two steps into the trailer and looked at Ichabod.
"How are you doing, Ichabod?" Luke asked.
"I'm fine, thanks,"Ichabod answered."Exhausted, though. And that's your fault."
"Sorry about that," Luke chuckled."Look, I have good news. Abigail Mills will definitely be on set first thing in the morning."
Ichabod looked up at Luke. His eyebrow raised over one eye. He remained calm and
Unconcerned, stoic. Very English. Inside, Ichabod's heart rapidly beat into his chest with anticipation and excitement. He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly to relax.
"Will she come to my trailer to introduce herself or will I see her on the sound stage?"
Ichabod asked calm.
"On set," Luke answered."have you've looked her up, yet?"
Ichabod stared up at Luke and scratched at his reddish brown beard. He licked his lips.
"No, I haven't had the chance beyond seeing her in a toothpaste commercial," Ichabod said snarky. "you've kept me busy all this time bloody filming," Ichabod shouted."I couldn't go on the internet because I am so tired at the end of day!"
Luke shook his head and smirked. His head turned to Ichabod's coffee table and at the pile of magazines. He walked to the small coffee table and looked down at the colorful celebrity magazines.
"PEOPLE magazine, huh?" Luke grinned at Ichabod.
"Yeah, someone must have left those there to read later," Ichabod said."I was just going to look through them to look for a picture of my co-star."
Ichabod stood up from the chair and walked to Luke as he rifled through the magazines.
"She's in the one with Jennifer Anniston on the cover." Luke swiped away at each issue until he found the one with a smiling Jennifer Anniston on the cover. It was at the bottom of the pile.
"Here it is," Luke said. He swept up the magazine in his large hand. The sound of flipping pages filled the quiet anticipation in the trailer until Luke found the page he wanted.
"Here she is," Luke announced. "ON THE STREET" page 26."
Luke then folded the magazine back to show the page to Ichabod. Ichabod leaned closer to better see the photo.
"Beautiful," Ichabod whispered. In the photo, Abigail Mills is walking down the street with a very tall good looking black guy. Ichabod guessed he was Abbie's boyfriend. They held each other's hand and looked happy and in love.
Ichabod ignored the guy and gave all his attention to his co-star Grace Abigail Mills. 5'2 and petite. Abbie had dark naturally coiled curls that frames a round face with delicate angelic features; like a dolls. Her mocha complexion is flawless and smooth. Her eyes are deep brown under black long eyelashes. Her red full mouth is a Cupid-bow's upper lip below a full bottom lip. They looked soft and moist and he wondered how they tasted. She wore skinny black jeans and navy blue short sleeved t-shirt with a low collar. She wore black high heeled shoes. Ichabod guessed so she can look her very tall 6'2 boyfriend in the eye. His blue eyes shifted to the guy walking with Abigail in the picture. He wore blue jeans, black shoes and a jean shirt with the collar pulled up. His upper lip was clean and his lips were full. His beard was thin and sporadic as if he'd just decided to grow it out. A slight frown creased Ichabod's forehead.
"The tall bloke. Is he her boyfriend?" Ichabod asked.
"Yeah, his name is Daniel Reynolds," Luke sighed. "They've been dating for a while now. I think about a year. The lucky bastard."
The two men frowned. They shook their heads. Both felt jealous and hated Daniel Reynolds.
Then Luke raised his eyes to meet Ichabod's. A small smile spread across his thin lips.
"But of course you have Katrina," he stated."I was happy that I finally talked her into coming on board my film with your help, of course. How are you guys?"
"We're fine," Ichabod answered.
He met Luke's eyes and then turned his head away. He walked back to the large makeup chair and sat back.
"Doesn't sound so good,"Luke said flatly."What's wrong?"
Ichabod shrugged.
"It's just Katrina," Ichabod replied. "You know our relationship is now mostly for the cameras, right?"
Luke nodded. He knew about Katrina and Ichabod's breakup. It was doomed from the start, really. Luke was sad and yet happy for both when they decided to spilt up. They were terrible as couple.
Luke has known Katrina and Ichabod since starring Ichabod in his film four years ago. Even then, Luke didn't think Katrina was the right woman for Ichabod. They looked like a nice good looking couple but he never did see that spark of electricity between them. The spark of electricity that is palpable to the people around them. The spark just wasn't there between them.
"Well I don't think Katrina sees it that way,"Ichabod answered."She seems to think we are still together, off camera I mean."
"Oh."
"Yes, we have gone out to dinner with couples as friends,"Ichabod replied."oh, so I thought."
"What happened?" Luke fell into the second makeup chair beside Ichabod's to hear his story. He smiled at Ichabod.
"She kissed me at the end of the night after going out to dinner with friends," Ichabod answered.
A small low groan escaped from Luke's thin lips and he closed his eyes. He sat up in the chair and shook his head.
"Please, tell me you didn't sleep together,"Luke groaned." He stared at Ichabod. His forehead creased.
"No! I would never do that to Katrina," Ichabod shouted. " I wouldn't take advantage of her like that."
Luke sighed with relief.
"Oh, good," Luke sighed. "Then what happened?" He squinted at Ichabod.
Ichabod sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. He sat back in his chair and began to stroke his reddish brown mustache with his index finger. He shrugged.
"Nothing," he sighed."After I dropped her off at her apartment. She kissed me at the end of the night. It was a very passionate kiss I did… What?"
Luke's eyes narrowed at Ichabod.
"Did you kiss Katrina back?" he asked. His voice serious.
"No, Luke I didn't kiss her back, "he said flatly."I pulled back and bid her a goodnight."
"And what did she do?"
"She said goodnight and I left, that's all," Ichabod answered.
Luke frowned.
"Katrina didn't ask you to come inside?"
"No, she didn't. She only waved at me when I left her at the door." Ichabod shook his head.
"Have you seen Katrina since?"Luke answered.
"Yes. I saw her just today. We had lunch together."
"And what happened?" Luke asked. "Did you discuss the kiss?"
"Yes. And she apologized,"Ichabod said."she told me she was just feeling nostalgic and missed
Us."
"Us?"
Luke's eyebrow raised.
Ichabod nodded and shrugged. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Then he let it out slowly.
"Yes. I can't understand why," Ichabod answered. "we were always working. We never saw each other. I was always sent away to do some movie. Katrina was always suspicious of my co-stars. She always thought I was sleeping with them when I wasn't."
"I remember that,"Luke answered. "She showed up at the movie set last time because she thought you were sleeping with Emily Blunt."
Luke was silent.
"I don't know why Katrina would even think that," Ichabod said. "I've never slept with my co-stars. Not when I was with Katrina and not before I met Katrina. That is just too low."
"What if your co-star is just too irresistible?" Luke chuckled. "What then? Would you still feel the same?"
A silence fell between Luke and Ichabod. Both knew who the "irresistible costar" he was referring. A silence fell between the two friends.
"No, no matter," Ichabod replied his voice soft."it would be unprofessional and I am always professional when I am working on a film. You know that."
Ichabod scoffed and shook his head. He swallowed hard. He hoped he sounded more convincing than he felt.
"Yes. I do. You are always professional, Ichabod Crane." Luke smiled and nodded. He wondered if Ichabod Crane's great self control toward his co-stars will stay the same once he's actually met Abigail Mills. Luke's smile widened. He looked forward to tomorrow morning to see what happens.
Luke jumped out of his seat and walked to the door.
"So dude! I gots ta go,"Luke announced."You get some shut eye."
Ichabod nodded and smiled. He loved it when Luke spoke in his "Colonial slang."
He watched his best friend walk two steps away and then turn around to face him again at the door.
"And be on set bright and early so you can meet your co-star," Luke chuckled. He winked at Ichabod and turned to leave the trailer.
Ichabod eyebrows lifted as he watched Luke leave. His thoughts returned to the PEOPLE MAGAZINE photo of Abigail Mills and he sadly sighed. Ichabod, for the first time regretted his earlier noble declaration of no dalliances with his costars.
To be continued….
Authors Note: This fanfic is written for Myhiggins25 Hi MARY! This was her idea and it was such a great idea that i just ran with it. I really hope you like it. Lol I promise part two will come soon, Mary. Lol I also hope my followers like this too. All three of you. Lol Please aim all your flowers or rotten tomatoes reviews to Myhiggins25 THIS IS ALL HER FAULT! LOL Just kidding. Love you Mary. It is all my fault. Lol. Bye. Enjoy.