The Air I Breathe

Chapter 9 - L.A. Confidential

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Italics - thoughts, phone conversations and foreign language

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Scenes with this divider (•┈┈┈••✦♥✦••┈┈┈•) are happening simultaneously.

Also, there's a small bit of smut in this chapter. I'm GREAT at reading smut; not really good at writing it so I hope the scene doesn't throw off the chapter too badly.

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(GWEN'S APARTMENT-MONDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2015; 7 A.M.)

GWEN'S P.O.V.

I can safely say my alarm clock didn't wake me up this time... it was my phone's ringtone. To be honest, I'd rather be woken up out of a sound sleep by Bruno Mars' Uptown Funk over incessant beeping any day. I've been 28 for officially one week and... IT WAS THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE! I stretch and let out a long, drawn-out yawn as my mind goes over the last 168 hours. Never in my wildest dreams, and I've had some doozies, did I ever think that I'd save the life of Sebastian Stan, go on a date with him and KISS him! Back in the day, VH1 used to have a show called The Best Week Ever... THIS is mine! This definitely beats how I used to envision my future. Let's just say my version was a lot darker. I hear Laurel and ScarJo stirring as they wake up with yawns of their own.

"Morning." I say as I crawl out of our pillow fort.

"Morning." They yawned back.

"How'd you guys sleep?"

"Considering my head doesn't feel like it's getting split like a pistachio, I'd say pretty good." If this sleepover was on a Friday or Saturday, she'd be nursing a wicked hangover right now. Laurel has work this morning which is why she didn't drink too much last night. I'm not a big drinker, either. Being blitzed off your ass may have worked for Hemingway, Faulkner and Poe; but that ain't how I roll.

"Same. Although, I dreamed I was the chick the two teenage horndogs made in Weird Science. Now, I've got Oingo Boingo stuck in my head." Scarlett complained slightly.

"Better that than half a bottle of champagne giving you a migraine." I tell her as I grab some items to cook and I've had worse 80's earworms stuck in my head. Red, Red, Wine anyone? "They did a series based on the movie in the early 90s. You think they might try to revive it?"

"Knowing how ratchet Hollywood can be, they just might have plans for a reboot. I hope the don't; they already fucked up 21 Jump Street!" We ALL cringed at that! Laurel's face was all contorted as she made her way to the kitchen. I imagine she thought of the total shit storm of a movie she spent money to see.

"Ugh! Don't remind me, girl! That one hurt my heart! Johnny Depp's legacy deserved better."

"It's a sad state of affairs when the fineness of Channing Tatum can't save a flick!" I agree with Scarlett 100%! If the actor you hire can't cover up the fact your movie sucks ass with either his looks or his acting, there's just no saving it.

"Let's talk about something else. Hollywood ruining my childhood every chance they get is depressing enough; especially on a Monday." I grab some k-cups and three coffee mugs and I get that going while I start cooking. Anyone who starts of Monday without caffeine is either very brave or very stupid.