Chris's P.O.VI awake to the loud annoying blare of my alarm clock.
I smack the top and let out a loud groan, I was never the best at waking up early.But as always the movie must be made with or without me.
I prefer it with me so I pull myself out of bed. A shiver goes along my spine accompanied with goosebumps rising when my skin meets the cold air.
I hate Mondays.I sigh and begin to get ready for work. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the tap to hot. It fills the room with steam so I slip off my boxers and jump in the scorching yet relaxing shower. I scrub up with old spice body soap.
I then begin to sing my part in the song agony from into the woods.After my own "musical number" is over I rinse out shampoo and conditioner.
I turn off the tap and exit the shower. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.
I pull out my razor and shave afterwards applying Armani code aftershave.I leave the bathroom and enter my walk in closet to get dressed. I look through my shirts and pull out a white v-neck and dark jeans along with a base ball cap.
I go downstairs and grab a pair of shades along with throwing on some Keds I head out the door to my new dark blue convertible.
I jump in and keep the top on, not in the mood for paparazzi today. I put the car in drive.Today I'm meeting up with Zach, Ben, Karl and John for brunch, but first I have to go to set for into the woods to finish a seen.
It's not like I could have brunch at 4am anyway.I arrive at the set and walk into the make up studio. I take a seat in my usual chair and wait for Natalie my make up artist. I grab my phone and check my messages. I wait for what seems like forever.
I hear a young woman's voice definitely not Natalie's say "Hello, Mr.Pine I'm Ella I'll be your makeup artist today"I take my eyes off my phone and look up at Ella.
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Prince Charming (Chris pine fanfic)
FanfictionElla's heart is torn apart after her mother passes away from cancer. Then she meets Chris. Will Chris pick up the pieces or tear her heart apart even more? Copyright 2015©