Hello EVERYONE! I know it's been a while but I'm back. This chapter took awhile because I wasn't sure where I wanted to take it and also because I've had a-lot going on in my life. Anyhow I'll try to update soon. Please leave a comment and I promise there will be more Angelle in the next chapter. You guys are awesome and yeah I'll talk to you all later :)
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Elle wasn't sure what to do with herself. In that moment her heart was still racing, her hands still shaky, skin tingling in the places Angelina's fingers touched. Her eyes were still blurry with images that reminded her that just seconds prior Angelina was in her arms. Holding her, kissing her, silently pleading for her to hold on. But all those feelings come with the baggage of love, a slowly crumbling mass of heartache that she wished would dissipate.
Running her fingers through golden locks, the actress snuck behind the thick crowd of stars, her frame easily being enveloped by the flashing cameras and loud chattering. Elle couldn't find time to think of anything else but getting out of the party. As a wave of adrenaline ran through her frame her eyes searched through the room. Like being trapped in a haze the blonde could not think of anything but making it out of the building. The idea of finding her older sister, calling a cab ahead of time, saying goodnight to her co-stars, all of those things did not cross her mind as her body slid through the elaborate hall, dashing passed star after star.
In an instant her eyes locked on the door labeled 'exit' and only then did slight relied roll through her tense figure. With hands twisting, pulling, and pushing a wooden door open Elle was welcomed by a cool night breeze. Her heels met the cement that was different from the decorated marble of the halls floors. Hearing the materiel clack against the hard cement ground, the youth was finally able to take in a full breath of air.
A frosty air crashed against her pale skin, reddening her cheeks to the flush tint of cherry and drying her lips of Angelina's taste. Taking in the familiar Hollywood breeze, Elle allowed her fingers to cover her eyes and slid down her face as if she had just washed it clean.
Leaning against the door that lead to the up-scale party hall, the blonde allowed her body to rest temporarily. As her head tilted toward the dark nights sky, bare of stars and clouds, blue orbs took in the more than the calming sight.
He thoughts were driving her crazy and the expected migraine pounded against her skull just at the worst moment. Without her consent tears dripped from her eyes, forming streams down the slops of her cheeks before dropping onto the cold cement. Feeling helpless the youth slammed her fist against the wooden door, hoping that maybe the action would prevent the flow of tears but nothing helped.
All she could think about was Angelina. Her beauty, her scent, her presence, all the pictures that formed behind her eyelids as she closed her blue skies became heart ranching. She couldn't think of anyone but her lover and with every fleeting image came another. And with every image came more tears and masked emotions.
Biting the inside of her cheek, Elle took in some more air holding back the cry that wanted to rip from her throat and echo through the nights air. As the minutes continued on Elle found her mind clouding even more. The air was doing little to clear her mind, and the tears traveling down her cheeks were doing little to bring her peace- it only created more havoc.
Reaching into her purse, Elle pulled out her cellphone and searched through the internet to find an available vehicle. She didn't want to leave Dakota at the party and take her car along with her, as much as she wanted to get away from Angelina she didn't want to screw her sister over too. Moving through a list of numbers Elle picked one site that offered rental vehicles and ordered, for the night at least, a car to use.
Expecting the simple silver Toyota Camry to be pulling up in a few minutes, Elle made her way to the front of the building. Her steps were careful as she made sure to stay in the shadows and avoid the waiting paparazzi that was lined up at the entrance. Allowing her blonde hair the shield a side of her face, Elle folded her arms over her chest and lowered her head slightly, she couldn't chance a paparazzi catching her-even if she was just standing around.
Already pulling the money from her purse Elle didn't realize the vehicle pull up about half an hour later. Her attention was focused on sorting out her cash and calling her best friend, and as the phone ranged she was solely focused on the Emma picking up, which she wasn't. But her eyes were brought up from the device when the sound of tire rolling against cement grabbed her attention.
In her view was the brand new Toyota Camry, sleek enough but not too expensive to grab the eyes of the prying paparazzi that lurked at every corner. Elle turned her phone off and approached the vehicle as a tall man stepped out, his name legible on a white tag.
"Hi?" Elle spoke, walking up to the man wearing a big smile, his whitened teeth resembling that of a Hollywood native. He was dressed in sharp suite that resembled that of any business man, his dark chocolate hair parted back. Not only did he look professional but he stood tall as well.
"Hay, are you..." He looked down at a small sheet of white paper, seemingly filled out already. "Elle fan..."
"sssssh..." The blonde brought her fingers to her lips in effort to tell the man to keep quite. She looked in the direction of the paparazzi and thanked the heavens that the man did not gain any attention, the dressed up workers seemed occupied by some starlet who decided to show up fashionably late.
"Fanning? Yeah that's me."
She removed her finger from her lips and smiled a silent apology to the dark haired worker. He only lifted his brows questionably before continuing on with the conditioned procedures of handing over the rental car.
Once the cash was exchanged, agreements finalized through handshakes, and the keys in Elle's hand, the man made his way into another vehicle where another worker waited.
Putting the keys into the car engine, the young blonde zoomed through the parked cars and quickly she was out of the lot.
On the road Elle drove aimlessly, her blue eyes gliding over moving lights and flashing signs. Her windows were rolled down and while her car speed forward the chilled wind swept across her face in harsh strokes, pushing her golden hair back.
Stopping at the red light, Elle heard her phone ringing and quickly picked it up. She was expecting Emma to call her back soon so she answered after the first ring.
"WHAT'S UP BITCH!" The loud voice came through her phone, it sounded like the feisty red head had started partying way before she had even called-but then again it's Emma.
"Hay..."
"Hay? You okay Princess? You sound like someone just drained the light out of you."
Elle flinched when she heard the reply, Emma is always good at reading her even when she's miles away. Maybe that was a good thing but sometimes she was certain that the up-beat beauty was a psychic. Denying was not an option when it comes to Emma, in-fact Elle was sure it would rise suspicion so she just skidded over the topic of her emotional state.
"I'm not peachy but I'll be better after tonight." She replied quickly, hoping to take the attention off of her.
Sitting in her bedroom while looking for a pair of heels, Emma already knew Elle was avoiding the issue so she let it slide. It's most likely her best friend would crack sooner or later- Elle's not one for hiding her feelings when it comes to her. Her night was already sorted out, she was supposed to meet up with Elle and Dakota at some up-scale club and then head home. It didn't sound that exciting, and being gay, Emma was sure she wouldn't be getting laid tonight. But she hadn't seen her best-friend for the entire week and with work they only talked an hour or two every few days. She wasn't one for dresses so she rolled up the tailored black pants and flattened out her lace top.
Moving a strand of thick red locks behind her ear Emma moved the topic from the depressed sounding blonde and onto their night. She wanted to make sure Elle was showing up since the blonde despised the night life. After what happened a wile back, the youth did not enjoy going out as much.
"I'm on my way to meet the girls at some high-class club. Ugh I don't know why Dakota likes those places." Elle giggled cause she knew how much her friend despised busy, stuck up clubs like the ones Dakota enjoyed. "The only reason I'm going is cause you are."
"Oh I'm not going anymore," She put the car into drive after the light turned green. "I'd rather hit up some old pub or something..."
Emma ears perked up and soon she listened closely. Emma could usually predict every scenario when it comes to the shy blonde but this comment was strange. Especially for Elle. Unlike most people, the blonde was always committed to keeping plans. In middle school, Elle was the student that came to class with a migraine or cold just because she wanted to present a project or take a test, unlike others like Emma that would stay at home and relax. So when Emma heard Elle talk about ditching she was not only intrigued but happy. The last thing she wanted was to head home sexually frustrated or holding onto wasted strangers that can't handle their liquor.
"Really?" The blonde listened as her friends voice lowered in curiosity. "Baby girl are you sure you're all right?"
The nick-name brought a warmth to Elle, the kind that reminded her that Emma was never changing. That despite what she was doing or her friend was going through they would always be close enough to use the same names they used in middle school. It is such a small thing to be happy about but Elle was just glad to know she could depend on her close friend to always stay solid. In this moment of her life, everything she does seems to be on shaky ground. Whether with her career, her parents, or her damned love life. Emma is the solid ground she needs.
"Yeah I'm cool... I guess. Anyways I'm willing to go where ever you want." She made a turn to some coffee shop that seemed reasonably empty and still open. "I was just driving around anyways."
This comment brought a sly smile to Emma lips. She wanted to make her friend smile and laugh again, Elle sounded like someone had taken everything from her and with Emma's sharp ear the youth was sure she could hear her friend sniffling. Hoping to lighten the mood, she made a comment to tease her tense friend.
"Why don't we hit up a gay club, huh baby girl? You can be my lesbian lover for the night." Humor was in her voice as she poked at her cute 'straight' best friend.
"Sure."
Elle voice was too dry and chilled to be a joking reply, like the witty ones she usually gives. Emma sat up a little straighter, not sure if she just heard the blonde correctly. As she stated before, Elle is her straight friend who never wants to go to clubs nevertheless a gay club.
"Okay this might be my imagination but...did you just say 'sure'?"
"Yeah. I'm all up for being your lesbian lover for the night. I already fucked another woman so it wouldn't be hard doing it for the ni..."
"WOW WOW! Did you just...what? Wait Elle shut the hell up before I loose my marbles. Pull up at my fucking house, this is too much to talk about over the phone." The youthful fox-haired girl spoke, her long pale fingers sliding through locks of blood orange.
"Hahaha, it's not.." She wanted to brush it off like she did with Dakota, but honestly maybe getting drunk tonight would help her a bit. "Just say the clubs name and we'll talk there."
Giving in to her best-friends suggestion, Emma gave Elle the directions to the club and finished getting dressed, this time with more on her mind then getting laid. Not only was she worried about her best-friend but she was also shocked, like the kind of shock where your mouth stays open. Tying her long red hair into a loose ponytail, Emma skipped out of her apartment.
Parking the silver car in-front of the large building, Elle tucked the keys into her bag and made her way to the buildings entrance. The outside seemed pretty basic, it was a large brick building, with no sign that signaled a club other than the loud music and security. Making sure to lock the car, Elle took out her wallet that held all her cards and information. Placing a smile onto her face the blonde stopped at the figure standing at the entrance. Her blue eyes ran from bottom to top as she looked at the woman who waited silently. The guard was tall and toned, not too muscular or too lean. Her hair was as dark as midnight and cut short, loose curls adorning her head. The woman's skin was a rich chocolate that illuminated her white teeth and nose ring. As her oceanic eyes reached bronze and gold mingled eyes, her cheeks redden. She hadn't realized the woman was looking at her curiously as well. It was like she was checking Elle out but it was clear that she was amused by the blondes facial expressions.
Giving a slightly awkward smile at the woman, Elle moved closer and showed her ID once the security asked for it. She took notice of the name on her shirt, 'Shelia', she took a mental note of it before making her way in. It's best to recognize who's there to protect and who's there to start drama, not that she could ever forget the stunning woman who joked with her before letting her in. "Thank you Shelia." She smiled, watching the taller woman smile back before she continued forward.
The entire atmosphere of the club was lively. Not in the way of drunk people getting wasted, although there were some drunk customers, but in the way of people just having fun. The lights weren't too bright and the music ranged from hits of the year and some classics. The only way a person would be able to tell the difference between this club and any-other was the fact that the whole room was filled with mostly women. It didn't seem restricted by age either because there were women who seemed to in their twenties and others in their late thirties and forties. The women ranged in shape and color and everything else. There were couples, kissing, people making out and others just talking and drinking. It was just so inviting and Elle was glad she finally decided to come, even-though her friend was no-where to be found.
Finding a seat at the large oak-wood bar, Elle waited to make an order. Yes she is 'under age' but she was turning twenty soon and two years doesn't mean shit in Hollywood.
In a few minutes a tall striking woman came over to her. Elle was sure she was the bartender because she was behind the bar and also making drinks, if that wasn't obvious enough. The blonde looked up from her phone, where she was texting Dakota, to meet the woman smiling at her, her hands busy wiping some glasses.
Elle looked her over quickly and wondered if all the workers in this club were attractive. From the lovely security to the bartender, Elle was beginning to realize that she might like this club more than she thought. The woman was tall, like almost six-feet tall. Her hair was dyed a pastel blue that hung down her back and rested just above her shapely bottom. Her features weren't as strong as Shelia but she had the coolest gray eyes that were surrounded by thick black lashes. Along with them was a sharp nose, decorated with a beautiful septum piercing, the nose ring a light silver color along with floral patterns. Her brow was a light brown but arched softly. Altogether she was very beautiful and the blonde couldn't help but stare at her.
"Hay there," Her voice was a mixture of soft convincing and soothing roughness. "How can I help you stranger?"
Elle smiled, the woman's tone brought her out of her thinking, more like observing, process. "Any suggestions?" She questioned the pastel haired beauty that looked straight off the runway, her blue hair doing little to distract from her delectable features.
"How about some Pink Pussy." Emma's voice spoke behind her. Even through the music the blonde could hear her best-friend's voice clearly.
Elle turned around quickly, surprised by her friends request and wondering if it really was a drink or Emma being naughty. Before she could say anything, long arms wrap around her waist and a curtain of red hair came closer. She rested her head on the shoulder of her friend and pulled her close, the scent of fresh cucumber and vanilla reaching her nose.
"Hay there princess." The red-head whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek lightly and messing up her sleek golden locks.
After the short display of affection, Emma took a seat next to her friend her green eyes resting on the bartender. Elle noticed Emma's prolonged gaze at the mixologist while she prepared the drinks. A bright smirk playing on her lips while her eyes roamed over the older woman's figure. As the woman turned around, her gray eyes met with green and the blonde, who sat quietly, could have sworn she saw the blue haired beauty blush. Emma had that effect on people, with one look she could make panties drop but this look was more than lust.
"Here you are..."
"Thank you Jackie." As she took the cup from the bartender her fingers lingered on top of the woman's warm olive skin. Jackie pulled her hand away, giving Emma a look before turning to Elle with a smile.
Taking a sip and then another, green eyes watched while the taunt ass walked away. Before she could turn to her friend the red-hair heard the glass cling against the bars wooden top, empty. Emma watched in amazement as the star took her drink and chug down her entire glass.
"Wow slow down there." Jackie spoke lightly, her hand resting on Elle's shoulder while her gray eyes flickered with concern. Emma wasn't sure what to say, the drink wasn't that strong but it sure as hell was no fruit punch. Elle was drinking like a seasoned drunk and in that moment Emma was certain something was wrong. Quickly the tall beauty turned to Emma, eying her with suspicion and giving her a look that read 'what the hell did you do?'
"She's my best friend Jackie. I don't even know what's going on with her at the moment." Emma spoke without needing the bartender to speak a word. Her green eyes moved from the too enticing figure and onto her best-friend who had ordered another few drinks.
"So..."
Elle turned to her friend, her lips curving into a stiff smile. "What?"
"I should be asking that babe, you just chugged down that drink, a glass of tequila, and ordered three more. Oh and not to mention that fact that you told me a while ago that you fucked another woman, and agreed to come with me to a gay club. I mean damn Elle! If I knew Paris could do that to a girl, I would've come along too."
"That was a-lot huh?"
Elle giggled in response, her laugh interrupted by a few hick-ups and heavy leaning, which made Emma move closer to keep her steady.
Emma laughed as well, her eyes turning to the bartender that seemed to be examining her. She smiled at the blue haired majesty but did not receive one in return. Instead her eyes followed clear grays that were aimed at her hands around Elle's waist. Almost like she had been burned, Emma removed her hand before realizing her action. She laughed it off before turning back to the tipsy blonde.
She knew Jackie always had a silent thing for her, even after the countless times she's seen Emma leave the club with various women. Now to say the foxy girl was a player would be a...understatement. Unlike her best-friend, Emma was not into committed relationships and truth be told she had her reasons. But if it came to the gorgeous bartender, then maybe she would consider things. However, Jackie was very very strict when it came to relationships and despite Emma's efforts the woman constantly told her to 'get serious' and 'stop fooling around. It wasn't a lie to say that Jackie was older than Emma but age ain't nothing but a thing. Plus, if she was reading the circumstance correctly, she was pretty convinced that Jackie wanted her too.
"Instead of drinking your worries away, why don't you just talk to me."
Elle rose a brow in question, "Just talk?" Emma nodded a 'yes' with encouragement.
"Alright."
"Great! Now tell me EVERYTHING!" Emma smiled, expecting a short tale of some oversea rendezvous.
"Jackie can I get a glass of tequila..." She spoke, eying the woman's leather encases behind, watching as she took other customers orders. When the woman turned around Emma wasn't sure what to do. Her eyes were still looking in the same area but now it was her crotch. "Shit! Look away." She mummered to herself but green eyes remained glued.
Hearing a laugh come from Elle, Emma turned to see what was so funny. "You...you like her. Hahaha oh my gosh Emmiiieeee you're so not sssslllyyy! You're eating her alievvveee." Putting her hand over the tipsy blondes mouth, the red head begged her friend to shut up, she was too embarrassed to be laughing at Elle's unkempt state. "I am so not...eating her alive." She lied, moving her hand away from the rosy lips that were wet with peach tequila.
Elle continued to giggle, her body swaying in the chair. Emma grabbed her waist to keep her steady but the star wouldn't stay still. Soon they were in a little dance where the blonde would move to one side and her friend would try to keep her down. Before Emma knew it her hands were holding tightly onto Elle's waist, keep her steady.
"Here's your drink." Jackie gave a knowing smile. "Th..."
"Thanks for the drink." Elle took the cup before Emma and Jackie before could take it away from her. "Yahhh! Stop all that drinking." She took the cup from Elle's hands but it was already empty.
"What the fuck has got you drinking like a seasoned alcoholic?"
"Nothing." Elle voice was now meek and drained, all the drunk laughing doing little to hide her heart ache. "Nothing huh? You think I'm going to buy that?"
Elle shook her head 'no' before looking in her friends bright green eyes, similar to Angelina's in color but so different in every way.
"And stop looking at me like I did something to you."
Elle could feel warm soft hands pat her head to cheer her up but before she knew it she was kissing her best-friend. Well in the moment it wasn't her best-friend Emma, it was more like the formation of Angelina right in front of her, talking and laughing with her. In the blondes mind all she could remember were those emerald eyes and warm fingers, not the long red hair that was so different from Angelina's nor her thinner lips. Maybe drinking all that liquor wasn't the best decision after all.
Emma was so shocked she didn't know what to do. Her hands moved from the blondes waist and onto the bar table, slapping it to get Jackie's attention since Elle had a tight grip on her face. The kiss was great, in-fact it was one of the best she's every had, but somewhere in the back of her mind Emma knew this kiss had something to do with Elle's french lover.
In an instant the tall bartender ripped the two women apart, a blaze moving through her eyes before settling on the startled Emma.
"I told you she's experiencing some heart break." Emma spoke, reading those gray eyes clearly. Jackie was a quite woman so she didn't say much but she did voice her opinion but in this moment she didn't say anything as she walked away. Emma knew Jackie was pissed and the heaviness of her boots against the wooden floor gave away more than her words ever could. Shaking her head in confusion and frustration, Emma looked at the blonde that was still day dreaming. Knowing that this little kissing scene was doing little to show that she was no longer 'fooling around' Emma released a sigh.
"Hay...Baby girl." Emma lightly slapped her friends cheek to wake her up from her haze. "Trying to kill my game or something?" She joked despite her worry that she was just adding onto the list of reasons why Jackie would never consider sleeping with her nevertheless dating her.
"Huh?" Elle seemed to wake up, her lips wrapping around a glass of cold water instead of the shot she ordered.
"Story. Now." Emma said, her eyes locking with crystal blues that were hiding a lot.
"What?"
"Don't fucking even. Kissing a girl might be okay but kissing you're best friend like...like that is not. Now spill it before I really get mad."
Her blue eyes hardly opened as the blonde giggled lightly. "Okay Okay, tell you what, I'll tell you everything if you get me some amaretto sours." Emma laughed, despite her serious tone Elle seemed completely un-rattled, in-fact the drunk blonde was absolutely adorable.
After getting Emma to agree to the drinks, Elle went on to tell the story. Mostly in whispers as she pulled the red-head closer to her, an action that looked completely intimate to others, aka Jackie.
Emma took a minute or two to let the entire story sink in. Okay not story more like drama. First she was envious because Angelina Jolie is every ones dream girl and second she was sadden. Emma knew about her best-friend's closed heart when it comes to relationships but for her to fall in love so easily and then be forced to forget it was just sad.
Pulling the blonde into a cozy hug, Emma felt those hands push her off gently.
"I'm fine." Elle's voice creaked, her head lowered.
"No you're not." Emma whispered.
Looking down at her lap where her hands rested, Elle looked at her manicured nails, the blonde could feel the emotions start to steer up again. "Do lesbians all have short nails."
The fox haired beauty was so surprised that she couldn't help busting out in laughter. She laughed so hard that tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Looking at the blonde that began to laugh as well, she gave her best friend a tight hug.
"Where's my amaretto sours."
"None for the babe, alcohol doesn't heal broken hearts." She saw the blondes pout and nearly gave in but like any good friend she didn't. Patting her back lightly, Emma continued speaking "Listen-water, sleep, and time heals broken hearts. I don't want you becoming some alcoholic over the worlds sexiest milf. Come on I'll drive you home."
"I can drive myself."
"No you can't." Emma spoke while putting on her jacket. "You can stay at my place tonight and try to sleep off all those tequila's and pussies."
Taking her friends hand into her own, the taller of the two, thanks to her heels, escorted her bestie out of the club, not paying attention to silver eyes that followed her every move.
"Ugh fuck!" Elle screamed as her friend opened the room curtains. "Wake up sunshine, it's already six and I have class around ten." Emma spoke, a toothbrush in her mouth while she walked up to Elle's frame.
Pulling the comforter from over the blondes face, the bestie watched as her friend groaned and whined. Pulling, more like dragging, her friend out of the bed Emma helped the blonde into the bathroom.
"brush your teeth and take a shower, I'll be downstairs."
[45 MINUTES LATER]
Emma had her red hair brushed and moved behind her ears, she was hunched over the coffee table and seemed to be reading the a magazine.
"What are you doing?" Elle asked, her voice still sore ruff from all the alcohol she consumed. "Reading the news," Elle poured herself a hot cup of coffee. "Hay did you hear that Kylie got her boobs done? Damn if I had money like that..."
"You would have the biggest condo and tons of girls, I know, I know." The blonde joked, taking a chair next to her close friend. She took a piece pastry from Emma's plate and ate it slowly. She wasn't really hungry but she needed to settle her rumbling stomach.
A long moment of silence passed between them until Emma coughed and decided to speak.
"So you fucked Angelina huh?"
Elle eyed the mischievous grin and rolled her blue eyes.
"Yup."
"Was it..."
"Oh my god YES! EMMA IT WAS HEAVENLY." She spoke in an exaggerated tone. Elle just didn't want to think about Angelina at the moment and the fact that she had work early all week made her want to drop dead.
"Okay okay, I was just curious. But DAMN Elle! Good job."
"Yeah except for the fact that screwed myself over by actually falling for her."
She dropped her head on top of the table, the subject making her more physically tired. Emma patted her damp blonde head and decided to ask some questions she couldn't last night.
"Do you love her?" The red-heads voice was calm and understanding.
Elle turned her head to the side and looked out the kitchen window, just above the sink. "Yeah."
"Like love love? Do you think you could ever get over her?"
"Love love and no, I might just drown in my sorrow forever." A weak laugh passed her lips, unconvincing to her friend.
"So she like doesn't want you back at all?" Emma continued moving her fingers through the silky strands.
"She does, well she acts like she does...fuck I don't know." The youth lifted her head from the table and turned in her seat to face her best friend.
"Every time I see her it like-like electricity between us and I want to devour her...but at the same time I want to hold her close and just kiss her." She ran her hands through her hair to sort out her emotions and then lazily looked at her friend, blue eyes showing her defeat.
"Oh, this is a sticky little problem."
Elle looked at Emma like 'no duh' and they both busted out laughing. "Spicy aren't we." Emma poked the blonde into smiling bigger.
"Okay I have an idea but you have to bear with me."
The star raised a brow questionably and took a few minutes to go over her options, which were none other than crying and being miserable. She told Emma to tell her what she suggested she do to get over this heartache.
"Listen your going to have to do a-lot of shit." Elle looked worried at the comment but Emma calmed her down. "Nah nah not like over-powering or something but like doing stuff do distract you."
"Like..." The blonde spoke, her tone asking the red-head to continue her idea.
"You still dance right?" The blonde nodded 'yes'.
"And you have classes and homework, plus you've got casting and acting." A smile curved on her lips.
"So what?"
"So you're going to make yourself busy, so busy that you don't have time to thank about it. If she really doesn't care for you, she'll never notice...but if she does..." Her smile turned into one that exposed her slightly crooked bottom tooth. "She'll be either one-concerned, two-jealous, three-Elle deprived, or four-she'll realize that your worth it and actually take the plunge."
"You make it all sound so easy."
Emma smiled and pinched her friends cheek jokingly then finally stated, "That's cause it is. Others around you might cause drama but if you love someone it's easy to realize. The hard part is fighting for it." Emma leaned in closer to Elle, "And you darling, you've got to let her fight for you."
Elle made her way to the set a few days later. First she finished breakfast with Emma and then went home to freshen up again. She enjoyed her best-friends style but leather and distressed shirts weren't her style. After organizing her schedule differently, where she added her dance class, college class, and some extra activities, like working out, into her schedule. She called a few places to get everything sorted out and communicated with her teachers to let them know her change of schedule. They had always been willing to corporate with her since her grades were always excellent and her profession was very demanding. After getting a majority of things settled Elle finally felt like she could relax if only just a little, her mind was still filled with everything involving Angelina.
The blonde walked onto the set, her hair pulled into a loose bun and body decorated in a plain white shirt and blue jeans. Her favorite sneakers accompanied the outfit and a thick warm caramel cardigan kept her cozy from the approaching autumns wind.
She greeted everyone with a plastered smile before sitting down and preparing for makeup and wardrobe. As the professional hugged her good morning and started on with her makeup, Elle decided to take her time up by focusing on the scene they would be doing for the day. While sitting in the pulse chair the blonde instinctively pulled out the script and silently read. She could hear the artist talking about her life and what had been happening with the crew but she truly wasn't listening. She replied with a few 'really' and 'wow' but didn't say much to deepen the conversation.
As her blue eyes continued to go over her lines, she heard heels hitting against the wooden floor and a cool gust enter the room. Elle wasn't sure who it was since a-lot of the crew was just showing up but when a familiar scent hit her nose she knew exactly who it was. Despite her desire to look up and see the face of her lover...co-star she knew it wouldn't be good. Remembering what Emma told her Elle continued reading her script.
"Good morning." The rich tone hit her like a ton of bricks and for a minute Elle felt like she couldn't breath. The blonde could hear Angelina sitting in the chair next to her, she could hear the shuffling of the brunette removing her clothes, and then her smell completely enveloping the youth.
"G-good morning Angelina." She still couldn't turn and face the woman. Instead she took a dry gulp and returned to reading, praying that her makeup would be done soon so she could escape from Angelina's company.
The makeup artist moved on the Angelina soon after and Elle was able to leave to the area and move into her trailer. Once she was dressed and ready she exited the trailer, within a few steps her blue eyes caught onto the brunette, dressed head to toe in her Maleficent custom and looking absolutely stunning. She didn't know she had stopped walking until the brunette looked up from her script and right at her. In that instant, an electrifying heat ran down her spine and Elle was sure her feet were cemented into the pavement and that her body refused to move. Angelina smiled at her but Elle didn't in response, she only blinked her eyes and then silently hurried into the building, pasting her attractive co-star.
The day was fast paced, and when Elle wasn't on-set acting, she was in her trailer doing homework or reading. It was not as if the blonde neglected the staff or her co-stars, she was still 'upbeat' but most of it was acting. She laughed with them, joked along, and with quick observation she was sure no one noticed the slight change in her mood. Or if they did she was to busy to realize.
As the weeks progressed Elle dove completely into her academic and professional life. She hardly spoke with her family, most of the times she talked with Emma was when the red-head would call her, and she progressed drastically in her dancing. Despite the soreness and slow depletion of her social life, Elle hardly thought of Angelina other than when she saw the woman on set. Often she would catch the brunette gazing at her but whenever their eyes would meet she would look at the floor or in another direction.
These actions were noted by Angelina who felt patience shrinking and her desire for the youth increasing. It wasn't just Elle being next to her that she needed, Angelina wanted the connection they had back. The blonde would laugh with her and the other cast but it wasn't the laugh she remembered. It was still, weak, and she could feel her heart breaking with each fake smile the blonde made. Every time she tried to get close to Elle it was as if she pulled back even more and it was killing Angelina, she wanted so badly to walk into her co-stars trailer and just...she wasn't sure what she wanted but Elle was definitely on her mind and as the weeks passed the more she wanted her.
Elle came from the set and made her way into her trailer. Her scene had just ended and the day had dragged into night. She hardly had enough time to study since the movie was coming to a close and scenes were more havoc. Inside the blonde was glad she had her own trailer, although she had to completely brush Angelina, Emma's plan was really helping her get her studies on track. Plus the blonde was sure all the dance practices were helping her tone up. Now she could go running longer, and walk on set without her feet getting too sore. Over-all she was forgetting the heartache, at least that what she told herself, and feeling better or decent at least.
The large trailer had a simple black exterior but the interior was decorated neatly. With Elle's suggestion the entire atmosphere was romantic and simple, with shades of pastel colors and white. She never explicitly asked for one though but with the help of her nauseating manager, who sadly had not been fired yet, she was given one.
After entering the trailer, Elle closed the door behind her. She would change and most likely head home to take a shower and nap off the fatigue. Taking off the long princess dress and the flat shoes as well, Elle stood in nothing other than her underwear. She stretched out the knots in her shoulder and neck but that didn't help anything, she was still sore from all the dance routines she has been learning non-stop and standing on her feet all day didn't help at all.
Hanging her dress onto a clothing rack and setting the shoes next to the small closet, Elle decided to continue on with undressing and redressing. The blonde took a seat in the chair right in front of her white wooden vanity set and began to take the floral pins from out of her hair. The youth admired the way the hair dresser had been able to morph her straight hair to loose curls that framed her round dace nicely. Her features were not as round as they were when she was actually sixteen but she didn't loose much of the roundness, her face just sharpened slightly.
Letting her hands rest against her cheeks, Elle squished them together and then played with her hair. She is attractive and it's damn true that if she tried she could get any lady or guy she wanted, but she didn't just want anyone...and that was the problem.
Rising from the chair to start changing into her normal clothes, Elle moved toward the closet.
knock knock
"Yes?" Elle yelled since she was far from the trailers door. She didn't get a reply but there was hesitance before she heard the knocking again. "Yeah..." Elle responded again, this time grabbing a loose shawl and wrapping it around her semi-nude body. "What is it?" She spoke while opening the door with one hand and running her fingers through her hair with the other.
Elle froze as her eyes caught onto deep emeralds and once again she couldn't talk nor think.
"May I come in." Her voice came to Elle's ear, roaming over her cheeks and filling her nose with the scent of dark coffee. Elle blanked and then looked at the brunette as if she was just registering the star in front of her.
"Um...yeah? Yes, ah..." The blonde moved to the side, holding the door open. "Come in."
Her oceanic eyes watched as the seductive woman walked in, her steps slow and the sound of her heels meeting the hard wooden floors of her trailer. Elle closed the door behind her and leaned against the wall just next to the door. "Can I help you." The youth pried her eyes from the brunettes lovely bottom and her curves, finally looking at the woman who checked her out cautiously.
Angelina walked closer to the blonde and although Elle wanted to back away from the older woman she couldn't, her back was already pinned against the wall.
"How are you?"
"Fine." Elle lied, watching as warm fingers moved towards her. Before Angelina's hand could reach her cheek Elle held onto it and moved it from her body, the brunette sadden by the action.
Letting her hands rest at her side, Angelina gave a week smile before aiming her eyes at the ground. She looked as if she wanted to say something or rather as if she wanted to do something. The blonde let out a sigh, closing her eyes slowly before looking back at her gorgeous co-star. "How can I help you Angelina?"
A soft sigh escaped her full lips before she finally spoke again. "The crew is having a small dinner tonight, I wasn't sure if you heard about it since you left to come to your trailer so quickly."
"No, I didn't." The youth spoke, watching as those deep emeralds roamed over her exposed figure that was easily seen through the silk shawl. The action made Elle excited and it took a-lot for her not to smile. Just knowing that the older woman still wanted her, had a desire for her, made Elle incredibly happy.
"Well I'm informing you because...I really want you to come." She gulped as silence ran through the room, a heavy under current of lust and un-said words between the two women. "I haven't really spoken with you since...ah the party. I would love to just..."
"I will be there." The blonde interrupted, her heart was already swelling back up with all the heavy love she had for the older woman and the last thing she wanted was to be falling for Angelina all over again. She had learned to mask it over these few weeks and she definitely didn't want to fuck it up by attacking the brunette and kissing her.
Again a heated silence moved between them and the blonde watched as the woman moved closer to her, as if she was in some kind of trance. It was actually exciting to have Angelina lusting after her so badly. Despite the brunette's claim to coming simply to ask the youth out to a staff dinner, the way Angelina walked over to her let Elle know that she wanted more.
Within a matter of seconds Angelina was millimeters away from her and their bodies were close but not touching. Angelina didn't speak but her actions were clear. Elle knew where this was going and she wanted to be carried along. She wanted to hold the beautiful brunette and kiss her lips and skin. But she couldn't...she shouldn't.
Cutting the intimate moment Elle coughed. She slipped her body from against the wall and walked throughout the room to the far end, turning around to view Angelina's looking at her confused and obviously heated.
"I have to get ready so..." She looked at the brunette that continued to look her up and down slowly. "Would you mind?"
"Oh! Yes, god I'm so sorry." Her cheeks reddened and she turned from Elle quickly. The blonde watched as the older woman scurried out the trailer door and couldn't help but smile.
"Angie Angie Angie, if only you'd just take me I would have let you." Elle spoke to herself.
Slowly the youth removed her robe, going about her task of changing and not realizing that the older woman was still outside her trailer, hearing every single word she said.