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Ok y'all...this is a first for me. I'm really new at this whole writing thing...so I'm going to try my hand at some FanFic...I can't promise anything. So, here goes nothin. Here's chapters 1 & 2 of my latest fanfic. And please don't add on...I just wanna put the whole story up here. Feel free to comment though!!
Love in G Minor
Chapter One:
It Was The Rules...
This can't be happening! Carrie thought to herself. I can't have any kind of feelings for him!
Carrie Ristan was twenty-two years olf. She had incredible ((but hidden)) musical talent and was the best photographer this side of the Mississippi. She was an outstanding writer who worked as a journalist for People magazine and she had a knack for producing music videos. To top it all off, she was nothing short of beautiful. Her wavy auburn hair brushed her shoulders and shined in the sunlight. She had striking baby blue eyes and the cutest splash of freckles across her nose, cheeks, and even a few on her eyelids. Yes, she was a bouncing bundle of talent and beauty.
Carrie could easily get any guy's attention. Even while working with many attractive men for years, she'd never realized that. Until now, that is. The only problem was, the man that wanted her attention was off-limits according to her own rule book. She wasn't allowed to like him, let alone love him. He was a client; a partner. And any relationship between them must be strictly buisness. But it's hard not to love someone who's fallen head over heels in love with you; someone as cunning and charming as Clay Aiken.
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Chapter Two:
First Glance, First Spark
"Mr. Aiken, you'll love Carrie. She is incredibly talented and the nicest producer you'll ever meet," Clay Aiken's manager, Vanessa informed him on the way to Spitfire Studios. "Could you tell me a little about her?" Clay asked, studying his shoes. In his mind he pictured an evil old hag of a producer who wanted things her way or no way. "Well, she hasn't been producing long. In fact, you're only her fifth client. She did some work for Beyonce, Mariah Carrey, Switchfoot, and Coldplay," Vanessa told him as the black stretch limo pulled into the back lot of the studios. "She's quite young too. A couple years younger than you actually."
The mental image in Clay's mind switched instantly from a mean old hag to a stuck-up, whiney brat. He dreaded shooting this video more and more by the minute. He, Vanessa, and Jerome all made their way into the studio without anyone saying another word.
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"Ah, Mr. Aiken! You're just in time, but Carrie seems to be running a little late," Carrie's personal assistant, Matt, said. Matt spoke fast, as if he'd drunk too much coffee at once. "I hope you don't mind a little wait."
Clay just shrugged and followed Matt into the lounge. He was getting more irritated by the second. After nearly five minutes of waiting, a young woman zoomed in, also talking a mile a minute.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. That noontime traffic is hell!" she said, hanging her coat up and setting her purse down.
The first thing Clay noticed about the woman who had just entered the room was her accent. It wasn't think, but it wasn't from New York either; she was southern. One of the Carolinas, if he had to guess. Then, he noticed her eyes and how stunning they were. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was so beautiful!
"Um, hello?" she giggled, walking toward Clay with her hand out. "I'm Carrie, Carrie Ristan. I'm the producer here."
Clay was at a loss for words as he shook her hand. She couldn't be the producer! She was neither old nor bratty. She seemed...nice. "Well, are you just gonna sit there? Or would you like to get to work?" she asked, disappearing through the door. Clay watched her go, his mouth hanging wide open and what he knew was the goofiest expression plastered on his face. Jerome cuffed him on the back of the head and laughed. "Clay, man, looks like you've got your work cut out for you this time!" With that, he too got up and followed Carrie through the door. Clay shook his head and soon followed as well.
~*~Payton~*~
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« Reply #1 on Jan 8, 2006, 8:15pm » | |
Chapter Three:
It All Starts Here
"Ok," Carrie said, shuffling through some papers in front of her. "I've got some ideas about this video that I've been working on for a while if you'd like to look through them."
This is it, Clay thought as he took the papers from her. This is where I lose my identity because she wants things her way or nothing at all. This is where everything falls apart because all her work is about sex, loss, drugs, or something vulgar. To his surprise, as he glanced at Carrie's ideas, they were good and really matched what he stood for. "If you have any ideas of your own, feel free to add them," she smiled.
This girl, Carrie, was amazing Clay more and more by the second. She looked around at everyone else in the room and said, "Do y'all think it's possible for Clay and I to work alone for a while? Matt, could you take them all out to lunch? Thanks love, we'll meet you later." Clay was shocked to see everyone obey her and walk out of the room. Within seconds, he and Carrie were completely alone. Clay could feel his ears getting hot and the color seeping into his face.
"Clay, can I call you Clay? Are you alright? Do you need anything?" Carrie asked him. Her bright blue eyes seemed to burn right through him. "Yeah, I'm uh, fine. It's just a little warm in here," he managed to croak. "And you can call me Clayton."
Clayton? he thought to himself. I don't let anyone call me Clayton! What am I doing?
"Alright Clayton," she replied as if testing his name on her tounge. "You're right." She then unzipped the sweater she was wearing. "You don't mind, do you?" Clay's eyes widened when he spoke. "Uh...oh, no, not at all," he coughed. His heart was racing and his body felt hotter by the second.
~*~ Payton ~*~
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« Reply #2 on Jan 11, 2006, 7:41pm » | |
It All Starts Here: Continued...
They had been working for nearly an hour. Clay found that he loved most of Carrie's ideas and she enjoyed incorporating his own ideas into the work as well. Vanessa, Jerome, and Matt still hadn't returned but Clay didn't care. He loved being alone with her. He had to ask her out. But how?
"Uh, Carrie," he began. Clay was nervous but he hoped he could at least form words properly. "Would you, I mean, I would. No, wait. Please would you..." He gave up. Carrie looked at him quizzically then gave a soft chuckle. "Yes, I'll go to dinner with you tonight. You name the place and time."
Clay was astonished. It was, yet again, as if she had been reading his mind all along. "How did you? I mean, gah, I don't know what I mean!" he groaned. "Eight okay with you?" "That's great Clayton. Oh, and it's all in your eyes." Clay just shook his head and laughed quietly to himself.
The Date That Began Everything
"Hello?" Carrie asked in an agitated voice. She was trying to get ready for dinner with Clayton and she was already in a rush. "Oh, hey. Listen Beck, I can't talk," she told her friend on the other line. "I'm just getting ready to leave any second now." "You're going out?" Becky chuckled. She knew it had been years since Carrie had actually "gone out". "Yeah, with a guy I met today. But believe me, this is strictly buisness." "Uh huh, sure it is. So, he's famous?" Becky asked, hoping for juicy details. "Yeah, but it's no big deal," Carrie said as she pulled her auburn hair back into a half pony tail. "No big deal? Care, are you kidding me? Of course it is! Who is he?" "No, it's not Becky. And besides, it's just Clayton. Ya know, Clay Aiken?" she replied casually. "No freakin way?!" Becky screamed. Carrie could barely understand her words through all of her screaming.
"Ok Beck, I've really gotta run. He'll be here soon, but I'll call you later."
The minute Carrie hung up the phone the doorbell to her penthouse apartment rang, immediatly sending chills down her spine. Clayton was there. Was it really more of a deal than she'd made it out to be? Shaking away her nervous thoughts, Carrie hurried to the door and found herself face to face with one handsome man: Clayton Aiken.
~*~Payton~*~
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