The Ruins of Our Lives Chapter 18
Jill's POV
It's been three days now since I saw Life and Stuff. In that time, I bought tickets to the next taping, airline tickets for Brad, Lauren, and I, and probably one of the most horrid outfits ever invented. (The outfit is so if by some chance, Randy sees me, he hopefully won't know it's me).
Right now, I'm driving to the airport. I told Wilson that Brad and I are going to visit my mom. He said he'd be out of town, but didn't say where he was going.
I've been thinking about how I'm going to go about approaching Randy and what I'd say to him. I did decide to type (not write) him a fan letter, and ask for him to meet me backstage after the show. If that doesn't work, then I'm going to look him up in the phone book. If that doesn't work, then I'm searching every damn residence in Southern California for him.
I guess I'll just admit to Randy that I made a mistake and ask him to forgive me. I don't know what we'll do if the series gets picked up. Who knows, we might decide to move to California. It's not like Brad and I really have anything left in Detroit except for heart wrenching memories.
Later That Day in Los Angeles
Jill's POV
The plane just landed at LAX a few minutes ago. It would've been about five minutes sooner, but they had runway problems, so we couldn't get clearance to land. It seems like that always happens to airplanes I'm on. Maybe I'm bad luck.
After we pick up our luggage and do all the other typical post-flight things, Brad, Lauren, and I head to the motel I made reservations at. About halfway there, my cellphone begins ringing.
'Hello' I answer, trying to keep my focus on this damn LA traffic.
'Hi Jill, it's Heidi. Where are you at right now?' Heidi asks.
'I'm in Los Angeles, trying to find Randy' I tell her.
'I don't know how to put this Jill, but there's something in Detroit that you need to see as soon as possible. It really isn't something that you should hear over the phone' she explains.
'Uh...Okay, I should be back to Detroit in about three or four days. I'll just stop by your house then, if that's alright' I say, perplexed as to what could possibly be left in Detroit for me.
'Yeah. I'll see you then' Heidi says.
'Bye' I say half heartedly as I pull into the motel parking lot in the rented sedan.
'Who was on the phone?' Brad asks.
'It was Heidi. She said that there's something in Detroit we really need to see. We'll stop by her house once we get back to Detroit' I explain.
Earlier That Day Back in Detroit
Heidi's POV
'Could you get the door please?' Scott shouts from the kitchen. He's working on the sink right now. Something with the flange.
I peek out the window to see who's at the door, and nearly have a heart attack.
Jill's POV
Oh my God. I can't even move. I'm in the studio right now, waiting for the shooting of the next episode of Life and Stuff, and who just happens to be here, sitting further down in the audience? None other than Wilson Wilson, as in Wilson Wilson my next door neighbor.
Well, maybe he won't see us. I just want to know what he's doing here.
After the Show
Jill's POV
'I'm looking for Randy Weiss. I'm a relative of his, and would really like to speak with him' I explain to the security guard whose hulking presence halted me in my tracks on the way backstage. I told Lauren and Brad to wait out of sight, so that way if I couldn't get in, we could at least give it a shot with Lauren.
'Yes. It's the third doorway on the left, then just look for his dressing room on the right side of the hallway' the security guard says. These are magic words for Lauren and Brad, who were immediately hot on my heels. When the guard stops them, they just point to me, and he lets them pass. I take the guard's instructions, three doors down on the left side, and I immediately snap my head to the right, looking for the name Weiss.
I finally find the door I'm looking for, located right next to Jonathan Taylor Thomas' room. I knock on the door, and wait. It's only a few seconds, but seems like a few thousand eternities before the door opens.
A/N: Yes, I'm going to be Mean Mr. Author, and make everyone wait until next chapter to see what happens. What can I say, I love cliffhangers. (Both when I'm the one in suspense, and when I'm the one keeping people in suspense).
I think most of you out there in readerland know who's at the door of the Keppert residence. If you don't, then give me one hundred dollars and I'll give you one dollar and we can call it a good deal. ;)
Please R&R if you want me to finish this story.
Thanks for reading, and thanks in advance for reviewing. (And the hundred bucks!)
-Yours truly, Randy Weiss/Taylor