Ok, so I used to write fanfics when I was younger and now I'm giving it another go. This is the first chapter to a series I'm thinking of writing depending on how it kicks off. If I get enough interest I will continue it. This first chapter is probably going to be a little confusing and we haven't really delved into the plot yet but this is just to see if anyone is actually going to read it if I start it up. Any and all input is more than welcome.
Santa In Disguise Chapter 1
"Yes, Heather. I know it's bad, but what am I supposed to do? I need this job. I know it's hardly more than minimum wage but that's more than I had before." I tucked my iPhone between my cheek and shoulder to dig my cigarettes out of my hoodie quickly lighting one and stuffing the pack and Zippo back in my pocket.
"All I'm saying is I know that's not you. I just think he's a complete ass to put you in this situation." I could hear the clicking of her mouse over the phone. My best friend the gamer nerd. I will never understand the allure.
I blew a big puff of smoke into the air watching the tufts disperse and fade away. "Yeah, well you and me both sister. I'm just tired of the smart ass comments from the family. It's getting old." I took another drag from the half burnt cigarette watching cars go by on the highway at what seemed like an alarming speed as I stood out front of my place of work.
"Come on J. Don't let 'em get to you. You know it's not true. Unlike me, you were graced with morals and a conscious. I know you'd never do something like that." I could faintly hear the infernal tapping of her keyboard as she undoubtedly had her face pressed against the computer screen.
I giggled at her funny but true statement. "Well, I gotta get back to work." I took one long, last drag and then crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray next to the front door.
'...so all in all, I believe this will be good publicity in light of the break up scandal we are currently mopping up. The public loves a good charity story. I trust you will comply completely and...'
I slammed my laptop shut wondering why I even thought checking my email would take my mind off my current situation.
The pilots voice came over the speakers letting me know we would be landing soon. I shoved my laptop back under my seat and re-buckled the safety belt.
As soon as we landed I was quickly ushered straight past baggage and out the front doors to the waiting limo. There would be someone to get my luggage. Like always. God forbid I have to lift shit. I did however stop at the limo to sign a couple of autographs much to the horror of my security team and disappointment of my publicist. Quite honestly though, they could stuff it. If these people could wait out here for God knows how long I could stop for five minutes and sign their pictures.
After making it into the limo, and on the way to which ever hotel it was this time, I was finally able to roll a much needed cigarette. I let out an intent sigh after that first blissful drag letting myself get lost in my thoughts once again. How would she react? How much of an invasion of privacy was this? Would she be mad or grateful? Hell. I wondered what she even looked like...
"Hey, Jane. Can you come here for a minute?"
I tried not to sigh too loud as i made my way back to HIS office. 'What could it possibly be this time?' I pushed the door open a crack and peeked my head around. "Yeah? What's up?"
My Boss was typing up orders on the computer, taking a quick sideways glance as I looked in. "Just got a weird phone call. I'm letting you go early today." He resumed his ordering as I stared open mouthed at his blank face.
"What? Why? Who called?" I asked regaining my thoughts.
"I'm not sure who she was. She just said that you were needed at home and I would be compensated for the short notice. Weirdest thing I've ever heard. Kept saying something about a Johnny. Like that should make sense to me. Americans..." He started mumbling halfway through his explanation engrossed with the computer.
"I'm sure it can't be that important. I really need the hours with the Holidays coming up. I was supposed to work an extra shift today. Are you sure I can't stay?" I think I was begging but the thought of a short check made me not care so much.
"Sorry but she said it was too important to wait. Go ahead and clock out. See you tomorrow. Oh..." He took the time to look away from the computer and scan me from head to toe. "Wear your other shoes tomorrow and that perfume you had on last week. Thanks." And back to the computer he went with a small smile playing on his lips.
Grudgingly I grabbed my coat and purse and clocked out for the day. 'Great.' I thought. 'There goes twelve much needed hours down the drain. Who the hell called him anyway and what could be so important to drag me away from work? Well at least I'll get to spend some time with my daughter now. It seems like I haven't seen her in weeks with all the overtime I've been working.'
I unlocked the door and threw my stuff in the passenger seat. Starting the car quickly, I cranked the heater as high as it would go trying to get rid of the freezing air in the car. As I sat waiting for the car to warm up I let myself be immersed with my thoughts. 'This is the weirdest shit I have ever heard. My Boss gets a sketchy phone call, from God knows who, saying I'm needed at home, for God knows what, and just excepts it without another thought. Who do they think I am? The Queen of England? I do not have the time or money for this crap. And Johnny who? I dont even know a John.' With the car comfortably warm again I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way home having no clue what was waiting for me.
After getting everything squared away with the hotel room it was back in the limo and off to the real party. Or rather the reason I just flew fourteen hundred plus miles away from home. I still somehow can't believe I'm doing this. 'It just doesn't seem right...'
"Trust me, Johnny. This is perfect. The Holidays are coming up. This girl is ideal for a human interest piece and it couldn't be more perfect timing. You'll fly down day after tomorrow. I have it all set up."
I stood in my kitchen, looking dumbly at my cell, wondering if this was a joke. "Robin, you can't be serious. This doesn't seem fair. Just dropping in on her completely unaware. You have no idea how she is going to react. I'm not sure I can do that to someone."
"This will be her dream come true. I've done my research. She is an avid fan of yours. She's down on her luck so to say. Trust me. It will be fine." I wasn't sure how my publicist had even found this girl all the way in Texas. Then again I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
"Okay...I'll do it."
"Mr. Depp, we're here." I looked out the tinted windows at the two story house we were parked in front of. It was a decent middle class neighborhood. I got out adjusting my glasses and zipping my jacket up all the way. It was freezing outside. I took one last drag of my cigarette and, putting it out on the sidewalk, walked to the front door.
I had been home fifteen minutes and still no one had any clue as to what was going on. My niece however was very grateful that I was home early. My daughter was cutting teeth again and terrible two's can be a bitch. I was headed to the kitchen for the teething tablets with Isabella on my hip when the doorbell rang. Balancing Izzy with one hand and digging in the medicine cabinet I realised no one was going to get it. "Oh, don't worry. Allow me." I yelled dripping with sarcasm. I made my way to the front door, holding my squirming toddler and trying to open the darn medicine bottle with both hands.
I opened the front door as i put two of the tablets in Izzy's mouth. "Yes? Can I help..." My words died in my throat as I looked up at someone I would never have imagined in a million years to be standing on my doorstep. Johnny Depp.
I was about to ring the doorbell again when it finally opened. A women in her early twenties stood there with a baby on her hip. She had long auburn hair to the middle of her back and gorgeous blue green eyes. My breath caught for a minute as I stared at her. I'm sure I looked like a complete ass just staring at her.
I soon regained my composer as I extended my hand. "Hi. I'm looking for Jane Asher."
She stood there staring at me like I had just grown a second head. I wasn't sure whether to speak again or wait for a response. Finally it looked like she was going to say something.
"I'm sorry. What?", She said as she blinked those beautiful eyes.