Chapter one.
15 hours ago, I had just left my home town of Manchester, UK, to pursue a new life in Los Angeles. Walking through the terminal of LAX airport. I pulled my long auburn hair up into an updo, and walked through customs. I had nothing to declare and that’s when I noticed him.
“Tommy Lee” I whispered, loudly enough for my best friend ever, Vanille to hear. “who?” she announced. “The drummer of Motley Crue” I hissed back. She went on into some insane rant that I completely ignored. Stupidly I continued to stare at him. Despite his age, I had an incredible, but certifiable crush on him, and had done since I was 15 years old and there I was. Just 6 feet away from him. “so close but so far” I muttered, and lugged my suitcase off the trolley and lugged it towards the airport exit. I was so tired from travelling and felt so scruffy in my modded “Girls, Girls, Girls” halter top and black skinny jeans.
The sun shone brightly and straight into my eyes. I grabbed my phone to turn it on and due to being dazzled accidently dropped it. That’s when I heard a male voice, with a thick Californian accent, give my phone back and ask if I was okay, as I looked a little shocked. When I looked up. I saw him, and my jaw dropped. It was THE Tommy Lee, holding my phone and talking to me… I quickly awoke from my daze and took the phone from my hand. “Thanks, Oh my God, You‘re Tommy Lee!” I replied, rather surprised. “and you would be?” he answered. “Ruby” I smiled. “new here?” he asked, referring to the union Jack suitcase I had standing next to me, I nodded. “from England, I’ve just got my work visa approved” I added. He enquired about my job, “Independant film/music video director” I answered. His cellphone began to ring. “I’d better go” he said. I asked him if he would sign my top, and then he quickly departed and bid me farewell.
Or so I thought…
A gift in the form of a fanfic for an old friend. :)
