𝓘 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓘 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 | cillian murphy fanfic

iv. feeling like an american

"

You make me crazy, you make me wild
Just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child
Your skin so golden brown
Be young, be dope, be proud
Like an American"

Until now, Jennie's and Cillian's life had LOTS of differences.
For one side, Cillian is a famous successful actor, he has a lot of money, fame, and his parents are proud of him.
And, for another side, Jennie quited law school in 1998 when she had the chance to be a supermodel, debuting in Versace, then Dior, then Yves Saint Laurant, assisting is lots of fashion shows, fashion weeks, and becoming ambassador of Versace in 2003.
Both of them had almost all they wanted, and why "almost"? Because the thing they didn't had was the most they wanted, each other.

March 28, 2005
Monday, 20:34.
Jennie walked through the doors of Carrousel du Louvre, her eyes hurting from the flashing lights of the photos the paparazzis were taking her.
She walked to the backstage, where all the models were getting ready for the Versace Spring Fashion Show, and this was a collection Jennie loved.
"Jennie! Sweetheart! Finally, we were in a crisis, we thought you would not come! The people and paparazzi were going to be so upset without you coming.." Margaret seemed to be in a crisis "Im sorr-" "Anyway, Jennie, you are going to go through the catwalk about 3 times" she said, grabbing a light purple dress and hanging it on the hanger "get undress quickly, Jackson! Come adjust the dress to Jennie, quick!".

(The dress)
...
20:46
The show was about to start, when I started modeling in parades I used to get super nervous, now it seems something so neutral to me, so beautiful.
I heared music started to play, people outside cheering.
My stylist finished my make up as I stood up and started to get ready, since I was the one who opened the show, as usual.
"Okay Jenn, you look amazing, do your job as good as you always do, okay?" You're coming out.. Now!"
As Margaret said that, my ears suddenly didn't heard the set, or Margaret, or anything but the beautiful music. The music was as gorgeous the collection was, so I just walked in the parade, feeling free.
The dress fitted perfectly with me, when I walked, the dress moved, but not to much, just in the perfect way.
The camera loved me, all the flashes in my eyes that once I hated, now they looked just normal to me.
The people cheering, I walked straight, I was feeling awesome, walking through the catwalks is like taking drugs, its so fucking addictive.
But then, my eyes notice something, well, someone, someone familiar, someone handsome, with a beautiful face, with a beautiful body, with a beautiful brain, with a beautiful heart, with a beautiful soul, with a beautiful voice and with the hottest office outfit was there.
When I saw him, I was very struck by him, he was very otherwordly, he was so lovely beatiful, I missed every single thing about him.
I just played it cool like I always do, did my pose and continued the runaway.
"You did lovely Jennie! I'm so proud of you!" Margaret said "thank you so much" I said, giving her a smile.

22:02

The parade was just over, I walked in the backstage, everyone congratulating everyone, I quickly got a message from Alison congratulating me, saying that she wished she was with me.
"Jennie" Margaret said, now calmed.
"Someone wants to talk with you" she said, as she introduced me a 66 yeard-old man.
"Hello, Jennie Stern, is so nice to meet you" this man said.
I looked at him confused.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't introduced myself" he said laughing "I'm a director".
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I'm not into the cinema world.. Umm.." I shyly said.
He looked at me and smiled.
"Look, Jennie, I'm directing this movie called "red eye", and I think you're the perfect woman for the role of the protagonist, think about it, yes?" He took a pause, before talking again.
"Just for you to knowing how much I wish you for playing this role, the casting director should be doing this, but I came from the USA to say this to you in person, since I know how important it is, and is a big desicion to make. Yet, you're perfect for this role, think about it, Jennie" he spoke as he handed me a folio with papers "look, this is all the information, since all the cast, what is the movie about, your script, the script of everyone, and my number, goodbye, Jennie" he said, giving me a smile and walking away.

3:29AM, March 29

I am in my hotel room, checking out the folio. I mean, the script is a pretty good idea, original. But then I see the casting, CILLIAN FUCKING MURPHY was the antagonist. I doubt for at least 10 minutes, he didn't called a single time, even when I texted him all the fucking days for two months, and I know I should be mad at him, I should never call the director but..
"Hi? Is this Wes Craven?"
"Yes, this is him"
"I'm sorry for the hour.. I wanted to tell him that.... You can count on me, I'm going to be in your movie" I say, bitting my bottom lip.
"That's.. Wonderful! I'll text you the adress of the set, you have to come in.. 2 days" he speaks "see ya, Jennie" he finally says, hanging the call.
Shit. Me and my impulsive emotions. Am I even ready to see him? Like, I am still in love with him, I already checked if he has a couple and he doesn't, maybe we'll fall in love again?
Don't speak bullshit, Jennie! Start booking the flight.

April 31, 6AM

My flight just arrived. I got a war in my mind since I was thinking bout all the Cillian thing, how is going to be my relationship with him now? I mean, I know that when I saw him, or even think about him my knees (and self-control) loose strength, but would he feel the same about me? Would he be as magnetic as he was? Why the fuck did he came to the parade..
In all my thoughts, suddenly I realized all the flashing lights (again) that were in my face as I walk to the taxi heading to the place.. Where Cillian is. But oh my god, the man he is.

10:57AM
In the way going to this set, I went to the hotel to unpack my things, which it was crazy I could pay for it, since I became a model is weird spending money in expensive things, I guess it's a childhood trauma.
Hollywood was great tho. Lots of great (and bad) people that I know are here, people from my childhood and from my teenage phase, how could I forget that? All my memories in here, the most part of my teenager phase I was so high I can't even remember a thing, but is better that way.
Again, lost in my thoughts, I realize I'm literally in front of the big set, where Cillian was, "oh shit, shitshitshitshit, the fuck are you doing Jennie" was all I could think about in the way of walking into the set, flashing lights hitting my face as the director greets me. I get in and there was the whole set. A lot of known faces to me since Wes shown me everyone. And then, my bones soften. My self-respect lows and my heart skips a beat as I saw "him".
He was in a suit with a pair of glasses that suited beautiful in his gorgeous blue eyes.
Shit! My soul, my heart, my body, my brain, even myself didn't felt like this since 1996. Should I act like a friend? Like I don't know him? The time to think goes down, and then he notices me.
His beautiful eyes looking at him, his beautiful lips that once I kissed formed a smile as his beautiful mouth said my name.
My cheeks blush as I look at him, he was looking so fucking handsome, and the funny part is that I am the model.
" Jennie " he says before getting up from his chair and coming towards me.

Hiii, osleya here! I'm so happy that here is where the good part starts, don't expect that Jennie and Cillian are going to have a nice relationship soon like in the first part.
-𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, 𝐎𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚