Starlight

Chapter Three

"Hey Rose!" Ewan called.

Rose looked over and saw Ewan and Charlie standing next to a small tent constructed on the sand just near the edge of the jungle. Rose walked over to greet the two of them. "Hello," she said.

Ewan motioned to the two suitcases lying in front of the tent. "I was wondering if you could help me unpack my stuff." Charlie made a face.

Rose checked out the tent first. "Did you build this this morning?" she asked as she stepped inside.

Ewan followed her to the entrance of the tent. "Yes I did," he said proudly.

Charlie snorted and then corrected him. "You mean I did." Ewan completely ignored him.

Rose stepped back out of the tent. "It's very nice," she said as she made eye contact with both of them. "And of course I'll help you unpack your things, honey."

Charlie uncrossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "That's it. I'm out of here," he said. Ewan shrugged and pretended not to notice him walking away.

Rose picked up one of the suitcases and brought it into the tent. Ewan did the same. Ewan watched Rose unlatch the suitcase and open it up. She smiled broadly when she looked at it's contents. She picked up Ewan's MacGregor tartan kilt and held it up for him to see. She let a bit of laughter escape her mouth. "A kilt?" he asked.

Ewan smiled. "I was planning on wearing it to a movie premiere in Australia."

"Ahhh," Rose sighed. "So that's what you were doing Sydney."

"That and a wedding," Ewan said nonchalantly.

"Where do you want this stuff to go?" Rose asked as she folded the kilt up neatly.

"Clothes go over there," Ewan ordered.

Rose thought it was strange for Ewan to ask for her help to begin with. Anyone on this island liked an excuse to do something important such as unpacking clothes. But now, it seemed Ewan was studying the way Rose was putting things away. He wasn't helping at all.

She decided to stop folding clothes and ask, "Is anything wrong?"

"No, keep folding," Ewan said quite snappishly.

Rose folded two more outfits and then got fed up. "Are you going to help?"

Ewan just eyed her as if she were crazy.

Rose smiled weakly at him. "I'm sorry, Ewan. I thought you had asked me to help you, not work for you."

Ewan cocked his head.

Rose took in a deep breath and stood up. "Sorry, I've got to go help Bernard."

Ewan sat there in his blue-tarp tent and pouted. He slammed the suitcases shut and unfolded a few of the clothes that Rose had so carefully tucked in a corner. His hand reached out to pick up his kilt and hurl it at the ground, but his memories stopped him. Once again it was premiere night and everyone on the red carpet was thrilled to see the very first of the new Star Wars movies...

Ewan took his seat in a glamorous row filled with Liam Neeson, Natalie Portman, Samuel L. Jackson, Jake Lloyd and George Lucas himself. He slid into his seat between Liam and Natalie and prepared himself to watch his own beautiful face on the big screen. Normally, he hated movie premieres mainly because he didn't like watching himself. He would catch a line that he could've done better and glance around in hopes that no one else had noticed. But, Star Wars was an exception. Ewan had been longing to be in a Star Wars movie since he was a kid. After all, he was only following the footsteps of his Uncle Dennis who had been in the original trilogy.

As Ewan found his seat, Liam and Nat laughed hysterically. Nat giggled, "I can't believe you actually wore it!"

Ewan glanced down at his kilt and a guilty smile spread across his adorable face. He turned around slowly so Natalie and Liam could get the full effect. "D'you like it?" he asked.

As Ewan sat down, Liam sarcastically commented, "It does wonders for your eyes."

Ewan laughed. He had always liked Liam's dry sense of humour. He turned to Natalie to get her opinion. She was still trying to stop her giggles. "Yes, Ewan. I love it."

Ewan sat down between his two friends. He searched down the row for George Lucas and Rick McCallum. He called George's name and he answered, "What?"

"Do you remember doing this with my Uncle Dennis?"

George nodded with a smile and Ewan felt his insides flutter. He had always strived to be as good as his Uncle and now he had finally made it. His exciting perspective on the premiere was interrupted by Natalie. "Which after party are you going to?" she asked.

"Samuel's I think," Ewan replied.

"Same," Liam nodded.

"Yo!" Samuel shouted down to Ewan. "Did I hear my name over that way, Scottie?"

Ewan smiled and nodded. "I'm going to your after party," he said excitedly...

Ewan began thinking about the good life he had had back home. His thoughts kept coming back to his success, money and fame. When he got bored of thinking about himself (which was rare) he started going through the scenes of Star Wars I in his head.

Suddenly, Charlie popped his head into the tent. "Are you talkin' to yourself, mate?" he wondered.

Ewan's eyes grew wide in surprise. He soon figured out there was no way to lie his way out of this, seeing as it was an empty tent that surrounded him. "Just rehearsing lines," he muttered.

"Oh, right," Charlie rolled his eyes. "Mr. Big-Shot-Movie-Star."

Ewan made a disbelieving face at him. "What are you doing by my tent anyway?"

"My tent," Charlie coughed. Then he added, "I was um... picking up my guitar." Charlie poked the instrument through the flap in the tent.

"You play guitar," Ewan remembered. After all, he was the only one on the island who had really ever heard of Charlie's British band Driveshaft. "I sing," he commented.

A spark bursting with ideas lit in Charlie's blue eyes and a huge grin spread across his excited face.

I hope you guys are liking this story so far. Don't worry it gets a lot more dramatic after this. Please review if you want me to add anything in or change anything. And PS: If you haven't realized my new name is Got Scots. I hope that didn't cause you any trouble. Heh.

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