Alexander Ludwig One Shots

Barefoot Cinderella

I make my way through several fans, having to elbow my way through them. I swear, I've never seen so many people in my life. And just to have a chance at meeting some famous people.

Don't get me wrong, I think its pretty cool to be famous and all, but still they're normal people. No different than me or the chick I'm bumping into as I pass by. Sometimes I think we give too much attention to people from Hollywood or NY. Its like they are America's royalty or something. I can hear the screams from the street start up. I take a chance and turn around to see what the screams are for. That was a mistake. Everyone else does the same so I only catch a brief glance as stars begin to step out of their limos and converse with the fans. I duck under people as they rush madly forward, desperate to see a glimpse of some celebrity. Thank goodness I'm not wearing a dress.

I manage to escape the crowd of people and enter into the theater where the movie is going to be playing. Tonight I'm seeing some film called The Hunger Games. A friend of mine is obsessed with it. However, she won't tell details about it when she's around me because ever since she bought a tickets to the premiere tonight, she said I was going to watch the film without knowing anything about it. Something about wanting me to be surprised. I wasn't allowed to watch the trailer or anything. Which means I did. Usually when someone tells me not to do something, I get this irresistible urge to do it. I end up acting on that urge.

I make my way through the large theater, gazing around at everything. Its actually deserted, besides the various staff around the room. I hand the lady at the front my ticket and she allows me to enter. "Which room do I watch the movie in?" She shrugs nonchalantly. "Any you want. We're showing Hunger Games in all of the theater rooms."

All? Man, there must have been more people than I originally thought. I hurry inside, but since I'm the only visitor, why do I rush? I shrug for no apparent reason other than talking to myself and head down a hallway, trying to decide which room I'd like to view the movie in. Does it matter? They're probably all the same.

SLOSH. I look down as I feel instant wetness on my feet. There is a jumbo size puddle of soda lying on the floor in front of my brand new converse shoes. A puddle that I have now walked through, soaking my shoes. Some janitor forgot to clean it up. Looks like my shoes did the work for them. I take a step and wince, feeling the sticky juice soak into my socks. I look around for the nearest restroom and quickly head for it. Once inside the deserted room, I slide myself up onto the sink counter and untie my shoes. I dump it upside down into the sink, watching as the soda drains out of my sopping wet shoe,

I roll my eyes. Really? I take off my now ruined socks and throw them into the garbage can. I run my shoes under hot water and soap, the best I can do for them at the moment. I run them under the automatic hand dryer, but they're still damp. There's no one in the halls, so they won't see me go barefoot. I can put my shoes on after they dry, while I'm watching the movie.

I head out of the bathroom, swinging the door out. It makes a weird thud as it opens, followed by a groan. I look up from the shoes in my hand to see I bumped into someone as I opened the door. My eyes widen. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

My eyes meet those of a guy. A very famous and handsome guy. Alexander Ludwig smiles charmingly at me. "Yeah. I'm okay. I just got hit with a door, no biggie." I smile politely and respond. "Well, I'm glad you didn't get mortally wounded." He laughs, sharp and loud. I look around the deserted hallway and ask, "Aren't you supposed to be outside taking pictures and signing autographs and stuff?" Alexander shrugs. "I'd rather be in here with a pretty girl."

I look at him skeptically. "I bet you say that to all girls, pretty or not." I smile at him, and feel the sudden need to get out of here. I don't need to be talking to him. Come to think of it, he shouldn't be in here. His agent or something would probably be pissed that he's not out there for the publicity. I excuse myself with, "I better go, have to get to a room to pick out a good seat."

Alexander laughs lightly, which comes as a surprise because its so unlike his previous laugh. "Why the rush? There's nobody else getting seats yet." I smile. "Then, if I go now, I get first pick."
I turn and start walking, letting out a silent sigh, glad to be rid of him.

I stiffen when I hear Alexander's footsteps beside me. "Mind if I join you?" I'm about to say no, but reconsider. Why? Its not like he's bothering me or anything. I shrug, "Be my guest." I open the doors of theater twelve and slowly make my way forward. Its dark in here, like when they turn the lights off as the movie starts. I slowly walk forward, my hand feeling on the wall to see when the wall opens up to reveal seats.

However, I'm not paying attention to the floor. My bare feet stumble on an unknown stair, making me let out an "Umph" as I try to stop myself from falling forward. Alexander reaches forward and grabs my hand, both startling me and saving me from humiliating myself.

I can hear the smile in his voice as he says, "Careful there. Wouldn't want you tripping over your bare feet." I blush, thankful now for the dark. "Come to think of it, why are you not wearing any shoes?" He asks as I try to pull out of his arms, but his strong grip remains firm. I answer, "They got soaked. Besides, I like going barefoot."

He murmurs, "Like Cinderella." And I realize just how close he is as his breath slowly blows on me. His nose bumps against mine. I shake my head, refusing to let my mind focus on the chills that his touch is giving me. "Cinderella still had a shoe after she left one behind for the prince." Alexander responds after a minute. "True. But, I still say you're like Cinderella."

I laugh lightly. "Maybe. But I'm missing the Prince Charming." Alexander leans closer and tentatively rests his forehead on mine as he whispers, "Then I'll be him." I take a step back, "What? But I just met you, like five minutes ago!" He pulls me back to him. "And it was an impressive five minutes. You didn't scream my name or beg me to marry you or anything.  So, I'm willing to be your Prince Charming, my Barefoot Cinderella."