If This Was A Movie - A Joshifer Fanfiction

Chapter 4

"Jennifer, get up! The plane's leaving in an hour!" I heard. Someone was talking to me. "What?" I say, groggily. I don't recognize the voice. I'm half asleep, but I remember now that I'm supposed to be on a flight to LA today. "Come on, get up! We're going to be late!" The mystery person says again.
I get up and make a beeline to my bedroom door to see who's at it, but nobody is anymore. Sighing, I walk over to the adjoining bathroom and begin to get ready. I try to avoid the mirror, though, because I know I'll look like a wreck. I stayed at the New York premiere's afterparty until 3:30 in the morning, and now it's 6:00 AM. I only got at most two and a half hours of sleep. The worst part is that I now have a throbbing headache since I'm hungover.
My last memories of last night are clear, though; I danced with Josh until early in the morning, before going over to get some refreshments... And I assume that was the point where I got drunk. I was so tired at that point that I literally fell asleep on the counter. Or that's what I imagine happened, at least.
I decide to quickly shower and change into some different clothes, and when I glance at the clock in my bathroom, it's only 6:10.
I head to my closet, in search of winter clothing. The weather outside has been stubborn and snow still falls to the ground, so in a matter of minutes I'm wearing snow gear from head to toe, as well as sunglasses and a beanie, so that the paparazzi hopefully won't find me. I doubt my efforts will work, but I hope they'll leave me alone today.
"Jennifer, come on!" I hear from outside my bedroom door again. This time I recognize the voice as Amanda.
I quickly run out the door of my room, rushing down the hallway and down the stairs. There, near my front door, I'm met with my security guard as well as an attendant, who leads both me and the security guard out to the car waiting for me out in the front of my house. The cold air hits my face as I walk and feels refreshing against my throbbing head.
The snow laden path to the car finally ends, and I get in the passengers seat, next to my driver. I guess I'm not qualified to drive in my hungover state.
It takes an hour, in terrible traffic, to get to the airport. When we finally arrive, I see that the paparazzi have also arrived. Annoyed, I pull my beanie down so it further covers my face, and I'm quite tempted to flip them off. I decide not to, but it's extremely hard to resist. They scream my name, but I also see a couple of teenage girls watching me in awe. It's an odd thing, to be at an airport and have strangers watching you. I guess I should have grown used to it by now, but I haven't. I try to block it out to the best of my ability.
I check my plane ticket and see that I'm headed to Terminal 4. I walk briskly toward the Terminal, careful to avoid the paparazzi.
I reach the terminal just as they've began boarding, so I walk up to the Ticket Agent and she lets me into the plane immediately. I'm directed to the First Class section, and I fall asleep as soon as I sit down.
And then the dream begins. In the dream, I'm sitting in my kitchen. The doorbell rings, and for some reason all of my security people and attendants are gone, so I walk over and get the door. It's Josh. Josh and Claudia. Claudia lies on the ground, unmoving. Josh is dying, too. He begs for help, but I can't move. I'm stuck. I try to cry out, but my voice won't work. Josh looks at me with the most pained expression on his face, and it makes my heart ache. He dies, very slowly, and in agony. I look around, and my entire family is lying dead, too. My mother, my father, Ben and Blaine, and even Pippi. I want to cry, to sob for an eternity, but I still cannot move. Suddenly, a figure comes out of nowhere and attempts to stab me. He does not succeed. I am still stuck in place, unable to move away, when the figure takes off his mask and reveals himself as Nick, and goes in for the stab that means my death--
"We are now beginning our descent to Los Angeles. Please make sure your belts are on tightly and your trays are fastened." The intercom announced. I wake with a start. I am extremely shaken from my dream... But then I begin to process what the intercom had said. We were already landing! I must've slept for hours. I looked out the window to see an expanse of beautiful ocean, and a city coming into view. It looked like a grid with tiny little cars the size of ants that grew closer as the minutes passed. It was interesting to watch the city grow larger and more alive as we got closer, it was almost like watching a time lapse of history pass by.
Before I knew it, we were approaching our landing. The intercom crackled and began to speak again. "Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the LAX airport. The local time is 2:00 PM and the temperature is 67°" it finished. 2:00 PM! I was asleep for six hours!
I'm still disturbed and shaken from my dream when we finally land in the airport.
They let the first class citizens off first, so I'm off within minutes of our landing.
I walk through the airport with my head down, in hopes that nobody will notice me. My plan quickly fails as the paparazzi come into view, waiting for me outside of the terminal. But next to them, I notice a small group of fans that continues to grow. I make an impulse decision to go and see them. "Jen! I love you so much!" The fans scream enthusiastically, over the sound of the paparazzi yelling my name. I walk over to them and smile. I see they've brought things for me to sign, so I take out a sharpie. "Oh my god! Jen! It's really you!" One of the girls in front says, before bursting into tears. "Aww, sweetie, don't cry!" I say, trying to soothe her. This doesn't help, as she starts to cry even more. I look at her face. She has warm brown skin with dark straight hair, and wears a shirt that reads "Jlaw" with arrows adorned on either side of the writing. The girl next to her is also wearing a shirt that has my name on it, this time reading "Jennifer Lawrence Is My Savior". I crack a smile at her, she's crying as well. I reach over to hug both of them, but my security guard holds me back. "Jennifer, you can't have any contact with them." He says, strictly. I sigh. "What are your names?" I ask, wanting to sign things for them. "I'm Cynae." The girl with the 'Jlaw' shirt on says. I sign her shirt, with my name and hers. I also sign the other girl's shirt as well, before security pulls me away. I'm upset that I have to leave them, but I guess it's good that I won't be late to the Fan Appreciation Event later today.
Just when I exit the terminal, my phone starts ringing. I get annoyed, because I think it's some reporter that wants to do an interview with me. I hesitantly get my phone out of my purse anyway... And Josh's name pops up. His photo, too; a selfie we took together while filming Catching Fire. My eyes widen. I thought he was supposed to be being interviewed right now...
Regardless, I answer the phone immediately. "Joshy? Hi. What's going on?" I say, nervously. "Hey, Jen... I have some bad news." He says. He sounds like he's been crying, and he sounds extremely tired. I want to cry. I hate seeing-- I mean, hearing-- him this way. "What's going on?" I reply, trying to hide the fear in my voice. It doesn't work. "Jennifer..." He almost never calls me Jennifer. I'm instantly nervous. This must be serious.
"Claudia died."

Authors note: MUHAHAH cliffhanger 🙃
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