|Love story Keenan and Joan
Author: the romantic girl PM
This is the story of Keenan and Joan from the move "Playing by heart." enjoy!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Keenan & Joan - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,224 - Published: 07-27-11 - id: 7224294
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First even fanfic about an unmade category. Anyone know where I can found subtitles in English to that movie? Because there is a line Ryan Philippe says so fast I can't write it. This line: "Particularly, giving that I have been so defensive as I could."
Help would be needed.
Joan felt a huge sadness. Keenan had once again dumped her. "You're terrific, sensational really but I'm not right for you," echoed in her head. She had always known that she had this power of men; she knew she could make them dance at her feet. But Keenan controlled her. He made her feel vulnerable, shy even and she liked that. The music and the noise behind her weren't loud enough to disturb her. She loved him so much. She had never loved someone so deeply, and so passionately. It consumed her and she wanted more. More of his sobriety and his mystery. She desperately wanted to get to know him, his life, everything about him. It was the mystery that made him so attractive. They completed each other, she talkative and lively, he calm and silent. She could only stare at her vodka martini. "Goodbye." Goodbye forever, my love, thought she. She felt a suit against her shoulder. The last thing she wanted was an disgusting, sweaty man that flirted with her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" asked the Don Juan-wannabe-guy.
"I already have one," said she as disrespectful as she could so he would understand that the fight was over. But the guy was stubborn and went to her other side.
"How about another?" And before she had the time to say no, he bid the barman to give him drinks. "She'll have another one and I will have what's she having. I like your tight body, it's look like it would do what I tell him." Before, Joan would have laughed and flirted back. But now she knew Keenan, all this nonsense was just very irritating.
"I said…" repeated the guy, thinking she didn't hear properly.
"No I heard what you said and I admit "what?" was a rather banal cliché, non-colourful response. What I really meant to say was why don't you do the world the big fat fucking favour and scrawl back into your mother womb."
He tried to explain himself. "Some girls like men to say something like that, you know."
She didn't want to admit she used to be "some girls" but no she was different. " Some girls like men to take a dump on them. I'm not even one of those girls."
He continued, more excited than ever." I like your dirty little mouth." She could see the desire in his eyes and she felt disgusted by it. She felt claustrophobic for a moment and she had the strong desire to leave the nightclub.
"This conversation is so over." She rose from the barstool.
"Hey, what's your problem?" said the guy, not thinking for one second that a girl could reject him.
"What's my problem? Wow! That's fucking priceless! You cannot be for real." And indeed, she thought, why did he keep insisting when she wanted to be left alone? She noticed her behaviour and compared it with Keenan's. She understood now why he kept running away. She didn't realise how pushy she was. She could only be horrified at her past behaviour and she decided to change. For everyone's sake. If she wasn't so pushy, maybe the men will in her arms. But the only man she wanted in her life was Keenan and she could not have him. "it's there hidden cameras?"
"Are you natural redhead?" asked he as he put a dirty hand in her hair. Her body shivered at the idea of his dirty hand on her hair.
" You as much as think of touching me, you're gonna find yourself somewhat limping back to your mother's womb," she warned him.
"Oh yeah, I take my chances" said he as he was raising his hand to her hair.
"Yeah?" The man didn't succeed in his task because he got a drink on his face and a knee into his balls. The man reacted as every man does when he is hurt at that area while Joan calmly smiled to nearby people and walked away. Worried faces asked the man how he was before they returned to their conversation. She took two drinks and walked thought the crowd to find an empty table. She happened to hit someone a lost half the content in one of her drinks.
"Shit, fuck!" shouted she before she looked up. The man standing in front of her was no other than Keenan. He looked at her with surprise and wondered what had happened to put her into such a rage. She wondered what he thought of her, with vodka martini in each hand. Better to lie than to admit the truth.
"This isn't what it looks," explained she.
"Most things are," replied Keenan, reading her like an open book. She could never hide anything; he knew it, because all her real emotions showed in her eyes.
"Right," said Joan with pretended boredom and prepared to leave.
"Joan." He took a step to stop her. " I have been thinking." He didn't know how to continue.
"And?" replied Joan impatiently.
"And I feel, I feel…I feel," stammered he. This was the time he really said what he felt for someone and it was harder than he had predicted.
"You could have fooled me. You know, that you could feel. That you feel anything," mocked Joan, leaving for the second time, afraid of if he would destroy her a second time. It's better to leave than to cry at his face. She could feel the tears coming at her eyes, but she wouldn't let Keenan see them.
"Okay, now you are being mean." She felt glad that she broken one glass wall off his defence but she didn't like to be mean.
She laughed bitterly. "You know what, Keenan, pardon me for being an angerball."
"An angerball?" asked Keenan.
" But a lot seems to happen in the emotional roller-coaster which I laughingly call my life. What's happened to me in last few minutes, do you know what, let's just call this the new me." Joan wanted to convey in these words that she could live without him and she would. She didn't need him. He liked to crush her heart in pieces and she wouldn't allow him to do that.
"There was nothing wrong with the old you," confessed he sincerely. He liked her this way, talking and laughing at him and making him feel alive and brave. The new Joan wouldn't be like that at all. Joan was taken aback. He knew just the right words to make her heart melt. She felt angry at him. What right had he to say something like that? How dared he? To be mean and then change suddenly like that? It was cruel and unjust to her feelings. She could stand the mean and cruel Keenan but not the nice one. He was too painful.
"You can't treat people like the way you treat people and then, say something adorable like that!" cried she in anger. He knew he had hurt her, he could see it in her eyes. But she didn't know what made him like that. She shouldn't want either. He always succeeded to run before the serious begins. But she did give her up anything about him and now that she was about to give up, he wanted to continue the fight.
"There is some things about me you don't know," explained he with difficulty.
"I don't know anything about you!" persisted Joan with the same tone.