bad date // depp

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|| Chloe ||
He loved me? And he asked me to move in with him? It must've been a dream. A great dream. Me and Johnny unfortunately had work today which meant we couldn't see each other. I decided to go to school in some skinny jeans, a simple white tee and my favourite leather jacket.
I strode into the building beaming from ear to ear. The smile faded when everyone was starring at me, I kept myself to myself as I looked at the floor. Once I reached my locker my best friend Kate ran straight at me.
"Chloe! Where have you been all the weekend?" She said,
"I went out with a friend." I defended
"Yeah some friend! You lucky girl! You went out with Johnny depp!!" She grinned as she held up a magazine with mine and johnnys face plastered all over it. "Who's Johnny's new girl?" "Mysterious girl with Depp."
My eyes went wide. I quickly pushed Kate and I into the girls bathroom.
"This cannot be happening." I said with my fingers on my temples, pacing around the room.
"What's there to worry about Chloe!?" Kate said, "you're a star!"
"But I don't won't to be in front of the camera! I want to be behind it!" I felt awful. I held the magazine to my face again.
"They shot the wrong side of my face." I pouted.
"You'll adjust." Kate said. "Johnny wouldn't like you being worried"
I sighed. I had to make it through the whole day knowing that most of Britain had seen my face, news gets round fast. The first period bell rang and we scurried out the toilets.
After lunch, I had the afternoon free, I decided to go to the hall to sit down and rest. But there was a conference type event going on. There were three chairs with microphones on the stages while dozens of students struggled to their seat. I sat at the back and observed. And to my surprise, my favourite director and screen-writer, Bruce Robinson came on stage after being called on by the host! I was in a daze, with a bright smile appearing on my face. The third seat was empty for a while, and I wondered who was going to occupy it later. It turns out they were commemorating my uncle, Hunter S. Thompson! My smile grew wider wider, as I just scored my afternoon. Bruce was talking about his time writing the screen play for 'The Killing Fields' and I was just in my element when they announced their third guest had arrived.
"O-M-G" I whispered as the girls started to scream and clap.
He walked up and sat down taking his smoking papers sitting down. Johnny. I beamed, like a proud mother I suppose, which was strange to think. He made eye contact, oh- how did I feel like a twelve year old girl again. Did I just see a wink? A random girl squealed from across the room think he winked at her. Sucker, he's mine.
"Hi." I mouthed to him still making eye contact and still grinning from across the theatre.
"Hellooo" he 'replied' with the 'o' shape dragging on for seconds. Which was ugh, hot.
"So hey, what's up Johnny?" The host, rudely interrupted.
"Oh, uh just distracted" he giggled, holding his cigarette but not lighting it.
"What are you distracted with?" The host asked, Johnny was a private guy so I wasn't getting my hopes up for him to tell the world. Well it was already out in the world, so too late.
"Uh..oh a girl." He smirked he glanced at me.
"Randy little shit. " Bruce said, who was now smoking his own cigarette, and the room erupted with laughter.
Johnny and Bruce talked about their movies together and the creative process, it was so interesting to see someone talk about what they love and are in involved in. The passion in his voice just says it all.
"So, now I think we'll move on to the questions." It was about an hour through and I was enjoying every minute of the 'chit chat' interview, all 60 of 'em. A girl who was nasty to me in my class last year put her hand up to ask a question. Johnny, who was now on his third cigarette said,
"And you? What's your question?"
she replied, "who's your girlfriend? I heard she goes to this school." She wafted her hair over her shoulders. I send her a scowl. Johnny noticed.
"Well, she's got beautiful features. Hair, eyes, lips. Wicked sense of humour. Amazing cook, and a great kisser. You wouldn't like her. " He grinned inhaling his cigarette smoke. Everyone laughed again. And I felt like a proud mother again.