Title: No title/Follow up "Cloud Blood"
Fandom: FPS
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Johnny/Keira
Disclaimer: Let me just make it clear that I make money out of writing this. HA! I wish that were true. Nope, I don't. I do not intent to speculate on their personal life, this is entirely fictional stuff and I am aware that it will never happen nor do I want it to happen. It's just my twisted little brain coming up with ideas it really shouldn't. So, don't sue me! (Other than that all you'll get from me is a rusty old computer and 20 bucks).
Summary: Disappointment is hard to cover up.
Feedback: Is WANTED.

p.s I'm working on part three as we speak. This is more an in-between chapter.



Now look at her book of days
It's the same on every page
And she's got a little tin cup with her heart in it
To bang along the bars of her rib cage
Bang along the bars of her rib cage
--- Ani Difranco - Fierce Flawless


One hand on her abdomen, she pulled back the skin covering her torso with the other, making the ribs more visible than they already were.

Not anorexic at all.

She couldn’t believe why it was on all the front pages. But she’d heard the whispers behind her back when they thought she wasn’t paying attention. ´Look at those arms, they look like they could fall off any minute now, there’s no meat on there at all!’ And she would stroke her upper arms absent mindedly, all the while keeping the smile on her face unwavering.

There was no time to be self-conscious in her business, yet it was all Hollywood was about.

She’d seen the pictures in the magazines in LA, when she was rushed past the small local supermarkets. She’d even been able to get her hands on a pair, even though all of the people she cared about or worked with had tried to keep her away from them. Didn’t they know by now that she was able to hold her own? She wasn’t about to get blown away by some stupid tabloid babbling about her so called anorexic figure when she’d just become the new face of Chanel’s Mademoiselle.

Her right index finger trailed a path over her left breast, slowly finding its way downwards past the hard bone that it encountered underneath the skin.

Nothing to be worried about at all.

No, she wasn’t worried about magazines at all, but more about the way his eyes scanned hers when she denied another slice of bread after an exhausting scene. It was just, she wasn’t hungry. Not ever since she kissed him on the decks of the fake ship, when all of her surroundings had fallen away for just a moment and she hadn’t been able to think straight.

Just in that moment, anything had been possible. She had been so nervous when she had been trapped between his body and the railing of the ship, that when he finally kissed her, she'd almost lost her balance and had to hold onto him in order to keep herself standing.

It had been a gentle kiss.

Nothing about the kiss had been aggressive, in fact, it had been like he’d wanted to tell her that he cared, and it wasn’t just about lust. He had been in control, the whole time, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her collarbone, barely using his tongue at all. And when he did it only made her want more. The thought of the kiss still caused her to shiver all over. She hadn’t, in her entire life, been kissed like that. She couldn’t compare it to anything.

It was like he was her first crush all over again.

Ever since that day, he hadn’t acted differently towards her whatsoever. She, on the other hand, found it more and more difficult to keep her feelings and actions under control. And when they were both in the same room, she found it hard to believe that people didn’t notice the tension she felt between them. It was like a lightning had struck the day that they’d kissed, and she was waiting impatiently and nervously for the rolling thunder that usually came right afterwards.

The longer it took, the more anxious she got.

***

The wind was slowly picking up again while she was sitting in a folding chair, holding another steaming cup of coffee that was yet too hot to drink.

“So, what’s up between you and Johnny?”

Shocked by the suddenness of the exclamation she forgot about the coffee in her hand for one split second, which was enough to stain the front of her brand new shirt.

“Shit, shit. I’m sorry let me clean this up for you love.”

In a minute Orlando was back with a clean towel and a bottle of water.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It was my stupid self that was shocked by your bloody awfully loud voice!”

She gritted her teeth in mock-anger, while he pouted and continued to clean up the mess that was the front of her shirt. When it got a little too private, though, and he didn’t stop, she snatched the bottle and towel away from him which made him laugh whole heartedly.

“But, seriously, what were you on about just now?”

He sat down next to her in the seat that said Orlando Bloom, taking the cleaning kit from her and putting it down on the ground next to his seat.

Meanwhile Keira’s eyes had caught Johnny’s from across the set, where he was getting ready to shoot another scene for the third movie. It was just one casual glance, and there was nothing strange about it, but when she turned around to continue her conversation with Orlando, there seemed to be a knowing gleam in his eye.

“I’m talking about this date he’s taking you on.”

Her mind did a double take.

“I’m sorry, date? I know nothing about a date.”

Orlando burst out into a loud laugh when he saw her surprised and almost anxious face. He gave her a playful pat on her knee and then stood up.

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t exactly mean date. But I mean the fact that he’s taking the three of us out to dinner.”

When she still didn’t look as if she knew what the hell he was talking about, Orlando’s face turned more serious.

“So you mean you know nothing about the dinner invitation for tonight?” And then, under his breath, “I swear I thought he said he’d invited her.”

“No I’m sorry I know nothing. Guess that means I’m not invited, then.”

She stood up squeezed his arm, barely able to force a smile upon her lips. If she would’ve shown the disappointment she really felt, there wouldn’t have been a doubt about it that the indifference she’d been faking towards Johnny had been for nothing.

“You two have fun, though.”

Without saying another word she turned around to head back to her trailer, where she’d been spending most of the afternoon. She hadn’t felt like coming out anyway, and just when she’d forced herself to do it, she had been confronted with only bad things. A coffee stained t-shirt.

And Not invited.

The two words echoed in her ear, even though nobody had spoken them.

With a disappointed sigh she opened the door of her trailer, pulled it shut with an amazing force that made the door rattle, and fell down on the small and actually really uncomfortable couch.