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Post by aiden on Nov 8, 2008 22:21:19 GMT -5
His first thoughts were of agitation, but he couldn’t understand it. He winced, scrunching his face and rolling his head left, right, and back a couple of times. His eyes tried to crack open on impulse and he quickly learned what the problem was. A ray of light was stretching through a crack in the curtains, shining right on his face. He slammed his eyes back shut as they struggled to adjust to the sudden change. He groaned and turned his head away from the sunshine, just as he became aware of a pounding sensation assaulting his head. It was a very familiar sensation and as painful as it felt, he showed no outward signs of his hangover.
His lips felt very dry and he quickly flicked his tongue out, lining them with a thin layer of saliva. He definitely needed water. He laid there for a few seconds before realizing something. His eyes snapped open. Sunshine? What time was it? Why was he still in bed? He had an early interview today. Why hadn’t his maid, Erica, woken him up? He bolted up and his eyes widened at the sight of a room he didn’t recognize. Where the he.ll was he? He blinked a couple of times before coming aware of a presence next to him. He looked to his right and saw the figure of a woman laying next to him. He raised an eyebrow. Something else he didn’t recognize.
“Wild party.”
He muttered to himself, looking away from the young woman. He swallowed and put his hand to his forehead. Interview, right. How much time did he have left? He glanced at his wrist and saw that it was naked. He looked over at the side table and just as he expected, it was laying there. It was on top of some piece of paper. He checked the time and cursed. He was fifteen minutes late. They were going to have to reschedule. This was terrible timing because the interview was supposed to be free advertising for his newest book that was to be released soon. Oh well. They still had time to get the news out.
He stood up, a little unsteadily, spotting his clothes strewn about the floor, mixed with the woman’s garments. He wasted no time marching around the room, collecting everything and slipping it on. As he went for his socks, however, near the side table, he noticed the paper again. He stepped closer and peered down at it curiously. He froze upon reading it the first time. His eyes skimmed the black words over and over until he couldn’t make sense of the individual letters. There was no way. There had to be a mistake.
It was a marriage certificate.
He stared down at him name, Aiden Elkhart, dread starting in his toes and building its way up his body. His eyes flitted down to his hand and sure enough, he saw a simple silver wedding band on his finger. He was afraid to turn his head, but he did anyways. The woman still seemed to be sleeping. He looked back down at the paper. Lila Cole? It seemed that it had been more then a wild party. That wasn’t just some girl. His wife? Oh god. Oh dear lord.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
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Post by Alison on Nov 8, 2008 23:27:27 GMT -5
Dreamland.
Pure bliss.
Alcohol, bright lights, loud music, loud people, flirting, dancing, sex.
This wasn't just a dream. It was a flashback.
Lila Cole found herself back at the club in London. She was there with a few friends, also depressed over a guy who had rejected her just a day ago, and her friends thought that alcohol and dancing would cheer her up. "Come on Lila! Live a little!" Claire said with a grin, moving her blonde hair out of her face. Lila rolled her green eyes over at Claire. "Just because you can take alcohol because you're Russian doesn't mean that I can." Lila retorted, not really wanting to drink. "Oh come onnnnn do the sake bomb with us!" Gina said with a grin, her dark cropped hair swung this way and that, close to her head. Her tan skin and high cheekbones made her look like a mod model.
Lila sighed. "Fine." She relented, making Claire and Gina cheer. "Ready?" Claire asked with a grin, readying her hands over the desk, wanting to bang on the table to do the sake bomb. Lila pursed her lips and nodded. "Yup." She said with a sigh. "One...two...three." In unison they banged on the bar and the sake cup went into the beer up, and they drank both drinks.
"Woo! I'm going to dance! What about you?" Claire asked with a saucy grin. Lila laughed. "You guys go ahead." She waved them off. Gina and Claire giggled and then left towards the dancefloor.
Now, fastforward to her meeting a very hot male, who was also drunk like her. To them dancing on the dancefloor saucily, to them kissing on the dancefloor, to them kissing in the taxi, to them well....
Lila woke up with a groan. Her head was pounding. She had no idea where she was. She only remembered a bit of the night before. Going into bed with a guy that she barely knew. Wow. She went into a hotel and shagged a guy that she barely knew. Lila turned over on her stomach and blearily opened her eyes to look out the window on her side. She looked down at herself and with a shock, she wasn't wearing her dress from the night before. In actuality, she wore nothing when she woke up.
'So it wasn't a dream.' Lila thought to herself, her head still pounding. 'Wait a minute...' She heard the bed creak as someone got up from the bed. 'Oh god.' She thought to herself.. She definitely shagged a guy. She closed her eyes again as she heard a whisper from him. She sat up after a while, and rubbed her head. "Can you keep it down over there? I have a headache over here." Lila called from her spot in the bed, her dark red hair spilling over her thin pale shoulders. Being half-Irish does make you able to take in more drinks, but also on the upside, doesn't give you a horrible hangover. Just a headache.
She covered herself up quickly as she realized that she was bare, and wrapped the covers over her top. She looked down at her hands to see anything different. Oh there was. Lila gaped at the ring on her left hand. Her other ring was on her right hand, why is there another one on her left hand. "Oh god." She whispered to herself, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips.
"Did I...?"
Lila muttered to herself. She married someone. A guy! Really. She was that drunk enough to marry someone. That never happened before.
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Post by aiden on Nov 9, 2008 13:03:02 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for the shock to wear off and once if was gone, he felt nothing. He was completely numb with disbelief. This couldn’t be right. It was a joke, right? A really bad joke. He tried to remember the night before, but found it was much too foggy. He knew he’d been at some new club drinking himself plastered all the while flirting with several different girls, but none really had peaked his interest. Apparently this chick had, but he couldn’t remember her at all.
After a few seconds, he snapped out of his daze and realized the girl was awake and saying something. She had a very distinct accent, much unlike his own. He had a American accent as he was actually born in the United States. He’d moved to London at the age of sixteen, but still held fast to his old way of talking. He turned his head to glance at her, taking in his disheveled appearance. Her hair was a bit messy, probably from their wild activities last night, and there was still sleep in her eyes. He eyed her for two seconds, watching as she discovered her own ring, before realizing this might be some scheme against him.
After all, he was worth quite a lot of money. She probably recognized he was, saw how out of it he was, and married him so she could get a cut of his money from the divorce. He swallowed hard, mentally kicking himself. That had to be it. He felt like he could strangle the girl. He looked away from her, back down to the certificate in his hand. Well, he wasn’t going to let that happen. He dropped it back on the table, resisting the urge to shred it to pieces, and grabbed his cell phone out of his back pocket of his jeans.
He flipped it open and speed-dialed number one; his manager. Continuing to ignore the presence of the girl, he went into the bathroom and checked his appearance, making sure he was mildly presentable. His hair was pretty bad as well. He turned on the sink just as his manager’s voicemail came on. Aiden cursed loudly as the familiar voice told him to leave a message. He dipped his hand into the stream of water and went on to run it through his hair, fixing it a little.
“Jack, I need to talk to you now. Call me within the next hour, or I swear to God, I’ll fire your ass.”
He allowed a small dramatic pause before going on.
“And get me divorce papers as fast as you can.”
He flicked the phone closed and shoved it back in his pocket. They both knew it was an empty threat. Aiden would be nowhere without Jack and he was the closest thing he had to a friend. Still, that was his way of letting his manager know that it was urgent. He examined himself a little further in the mirror until he was satisfied that he didn’t look like he’d just woken up with a massive hangover. Speaking of which, he really wanted some ibuprofen for his headache. He turned off the sink and let out a small sigh.
He marched back out of the bathroom and grabbed the marriage certificate. If he was going to divorce her, he needed to know her name. He folded it up carelessly and shoved it his jacket pocket. Time to go. He couldn’t even stand being in the same room as her. He’d be in contact when he had the papers ready to be signed. He wasn’t going to let her have any ammo against him. Without sparing so much as a second glance, he slipped on his shoes and marched out of the room.
He made his way down the hall to the check out counter, noticing the man’s eyes sparked with small excitement. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Walking up to the counter, he leaned on it, telling the man he wanted to check out. Just as he assumed, the room had been paid for on his credit card. As they were finishing the process, the man did something a bit peculiar. He glanced over at the entrance, a bigger excitement in his eyes. Aiden looked over and his shoulders slumped when he saw what was obviously a man in the paparazzi waiting outside. He looked back at the clerk and glared.
“You called the press?”
The guy blanched at the look on his face, shaking his head.
“No…no, of course not. Why would I do that?”
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Post by Alison on Nov 9, 2008 17:42:59 GMT -5
Lila had no idea what was happening. Apparently they had a fun night the night before, too bad that Lila didn't remember anything at all. But then to the shock of it, she knew that she married him. Really, married? Gina and Claire will laugh their heads off silly when they find out what she did. Lila groaned, putting her head into her hands. Oh god. What should she do now?
She knew that he heard her speak, and she narrowed her eyesight til she was glaring at him. "Hey. Answer me." She answered, her accent thick with London poshness. She couldn't help her accent. She was a full British woman as well. Lila looked at her ring, her eyes widening in fright again. God. A twenty-two year old, and married. This was not how she wanted her life to go. She wanted to get married later. When she was in her later twenties, not now.
Too bad Lila Cole had no idea who he was at all.
She got up quickly, and side stepped for a second for a brief moment of dizzyness. Oh god. That was not cool. Lila shook her head, as she grabbed her clothes and pulled them on, as well as the flats that she wore the night before. Good thing that Lila was a low budget girl. She also hated to wear heels. Her friends Gina and Claire were all up in her ears when they found out that she came into the club wearing cute golden (obviously spray painted to look golden) fabric flats.
She sat on the bed, running her fingers through her hair, to try and smooth it down. They did not rent a room at a four star hotel. They did not have sex. They did not get married. Lila chanted to herself as she smoothed down her simple black dress and took out her phone from her purse. She turned it on and waited til she punched in her password to hear the away message.
"Lila~!! I can't BELIEVE that you went to a hotel with that hunk! What a hottie!!" Gina screamed into the phone, obviously drunk. Lila suspected that she called after Lila was leaving the club with him. "Get get get his number when you two wake up! Have funnnn!!!" She squealed at the end, and then hung up. Then she received a few text messages from Gina and Claire, and ugh, her mother. She read them. "Heyy L, did you have fun last night? wink wink! -G." "Li, G told me about you and a guy...is it true? xD -C." "Lila, why didn't you pick up this morning? Call me when you can. -Mom." She rolled her eyes and looked up to see him leaving the hotel room.
Lila followed him down the stairs and to the counter. "Hold on! Just what happened last night?" She demanded as they stood by the doors. The paparazzi went crazy, snapping photos and such. She looked at the paparazzi oddly, confused as to why they were here. Paris Hilton wasn't here. Nor were any American celebrities. This was not a five star hotel at all. She looked over at him and narrowed her eyes. "Just who are you? Did you bring this along?" She gestured a wave over to the paparazzi, her hands on her hips as she glared at him.
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Post by aiden on Nov 9, 2008 18:28:41 GMT -5
Aiden had all hell in his eyes as he stared down the man, so much so that the guy took a couple of steps back fearfully. Then, as if to make matters worse, out of the corner he saw a redheaded figure marching from the hall. His initial irritation gave way to fear. What if the press saw her? What if they saw them together? And just as those thoughts entered his mind, he saw the flashes of several camera’s going off a time out of the corner of his eye. Before he could do anything, the woman marched up to him and started giving him twenty questions.
He turned to look at her, his back to the entrance, blocking her from view. He stared down at her, fury and disgust shining his eyes. She was going to milk this for all it was worth, wasn’t she? What if it hadn’t been the clerk that had called the paparazzi? What if it had been her? This was all a part of her plot. Well, it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to ruin his career. He wasn’t going to allow it. Let her try. He was much more clever then she was, and he had more resources.
“You stay away from me.”
He hissed quietly, turning away from her. Something struck him, however. Her words were repeating in his head and he just realized that she’d asked who he was. No. It was just part of her scheme. Practically everyone knew he was by now. He tilted his head slightly to himself, pondering that. He shook his head to himself lightly. It didn’t matter. People don’t normally go to bed single and wake up married.
He turned on his heel and marched for the door, opening it and immediately getting questions thrown at him. Several voices blended into one and camera bulbs blinded him as he took a few steps forward.
“Mr. Elkhart, can you explain why you rented-”
“-took a girl into your room? Who is she? A-”
“- woman you were just speaking, a fri-”
Aiden opened his mouth to speak, but the door suddenly opened behind him and the girl came up right behind him and a whole new flurry of furious questions were yelled, each reporter desperate to get their’s out first.
“Miss, what’s your nam-”
“-you know Mr. Elkhart?”
“-did you two just talk-”
Then, one of them yelled something that made Aiden felt like he’s just been punched in the stomach.
“They have wedding rings!”
His eyes widened as 10 pairs of eyes flicked down to his hand and took in the wedding band. He blinked as the most furious torrent of questions was thrown their way. Then, after a few seconds, he managed to pull himself together. He flashes a very fake, but realistic, charismatic smile at the yammering press. He glanced back at his wife and was displeased to note that she barely looked presentable. Even so, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
“Yes, this is my wife, Miss-”
He paused, trying to remember the name he’d read in the certificate.
“-Lila Cole, now Miss Elkhart.”
The continued to ask questions, but he ignored them, speaking above them all.
“It was supposed to be secret, but I should have known better then to try and hide things from you guys.”
A small laugh spread through the crowd and then they waited for him to continue.
“I would answer more questions, but as you can see, my wife has quite the night-” he gave a small wink, “-and she would like to get home now.”
He turned so he was standing in front of her and put his mouth near her ear casually and whispered urgently.
“Play along.”
He then pressed his lips to hers, holding her tight to him. He could hear camera’s going on frantically, all of them trying to capture the best picture of the kiss. He kissed her long enough too be natural, but kept it as short as possible. Once he finished, he pulled back rather abruptly and turned back to the media.
“Now if you guys wouldn’t mind, we must leave, I’m afraid, but if you want to schedule an interview, give my manager a call, alright?”
He pulled past the crowd, dragging Lila along. They didn’t care that he didn’t want to talk anymore. They started yelling questions after him, following the pair as he went to the curb and flagged down a cab. As soon as it stopped, he opened the door and practically pushed Lila in, not allowing her time to protest. He hopped in after her and slammed the door shut. He relayed the address to his house and when back to ignoring Lila’s presence.
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