When a gorgeous young photographer accidently walks into a startled celebrity, her life takes a drastic turn. Will she manage to stay on the wild roller-coaster of life, or fall off before finding her happy ending?
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Fable mindlessly hums to herself as she makes her way down the dimly lit streets of L.A., her button nose burrowed deep within a book. Locks of coppery-auburn hair fall in waves about her heart-shaped face, framing it beautifully. She pays no mind to the shoulder-length waves, all too used to their untamable chaos. Her mind is lost deep within the fantasy her eyes observe from the sweet words lining the pages. Though she sees the cloud of smoke roll over her pages, she doesn't realize what it means until it's too late...
"Ah." Fable gasps as she walks into a firm stranger. Though she stumbles back, she is quickly caught by the stranger, preventing her fall. He pulls her into his chest instinctively. Her sparkling blue eyes fly up to lock with the gorgeous chocolate brown ones of Johnny Depp.
"I'm so sorry." Fable chokes as she studies him in shock. His dark blue fedora is tilted to one side from the collision. It adds to his scruffy look. Wild locks of brunette hair sway in the light breeze beneath the fedora. His handsome chin is covered in a little bit of stubble, though she can smell his aftershave.
Johnny's black trench coat is open slightly, revealing a black button down; three buttons of which are undone. Fable finds herself accidentally staring at his exposed chest. Her mind is trying to put together what his tattoo says, though she can't see all of it. She had heard he had gotten a new tattoo during all the court trials but she never investigated further.
"I'm sorry." She squeaks suddenly, hastily looking away from Johnny's chest.
"Are you okay?" Johnny asks breathlessly, letting out a wheeze. As he does, a cloud of smoke erupts from his mouth and nose. He was quite obviously trying to hold it in longer. He quickly swats the smoke away as best as he can before holding the cigarette high above his head.
"Sorry." He mutters as he does, his cheeks rosy in the cool air. He takes this moment to study the startled young woman pressed against his chest. She seems tiny in his arms, thin and pale; much like a glass doll. He's never seen such a frail-looking woman. Instinctively his arm loosens around her. If he had to guess, he'd guess she's in her early twenties. She can't be more than twenty-four or twenty-five. At five foot nothing, she is nearly a foot shorter than he is, her head barely coming to his shoulders.
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Her tight black t-shirt and fitted leather jacket do a wondrous job hiding her modest curves. She has on a high-waisted burgundy skirt with five gold fastens running down the front; the bottom of which is undone. This has exposed just a hint of gorgeous, fair skin. It looks soft and warm. Johnny snaps his jaw shut as he hastily looks away. There is a strong tingling traveling down his body now, a feeling he is all too familiar with. Unfortunately for him, younger women have a strong effect on his body.
"I'm sorry," Fable mutters again, her eyes dropping embarrassedly. How could she walk into such an icon? Her pale cheeks quickly turn nearly as dark as her red hair when she sees the bulge steadily growing beneath Mr. Depp's tight, raggedy, dark blue jeans. Did she cause that? She gives a startled squeak before hastily looking away. Without a word, she locks eyes on her shoes. The heeled, leather boots look tiny next to his matt black, platform dress shoes.
