A/N: sorry for the long wait. Battling a bit of a writers block. Sorry.
this chapter is dedicated to my friends @CamillaOlufson and @Frackgirl28 who arethe fangirls in this story.
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Jamie
Catfish, monkeys, bouncing potatoes with whipped cream. Castles made of coco pops and bananas. What the bloody hell is this place? Magical place, more like the most sugar sweet horror story ever created. Of course I am talking about Disneyland... the sugar sweet torturous horror story that it is.
I am standing in line for some ride, blaring the Indiana jones theme song over and over again. Kids were screaming their heads off all around me and I should control myself greatly not to whack them over the head, with a bat - preferably.
"Lort! Det her er simpelthen for meget!" It sounded like the person was talking with a potato in their mouth. I look around, I have heard that kind of accent before, I've been in that country enough times to recognize the grumbling swallowing sound of their language. It is Danes, people from the north, Scandinavia.
"Neej! Se nu der, jeg tror ham derover ser mærkeligt på mig," says an equally growly potato chewing voice. I turn around and am faced with two very small women - even for small women, they are small. One of them has short velvet red, which curls around her round slightly chubby cheeks and she facieses one of the smallest nose I have ever, and on said nose rests a pair of glasses.
The other one is just as small as the first, though her face is longer, more oblong. Like the first one she is wearing big thick geeky glasses. Maybe she is a Harry Potter fan who knows?
"Camilla!" one of them says, nudging the other woman with her elbow. The one with the velvet read hair is staring at me in awe. Fans. Automatically a semi genuine smile stretch across my face, being told you are an arsehole by the girl you love isn't exactly the most cheerful thing in the world.
"Hvad?!" this 'Camilla' says indignantly, so I gathered it meant, "what?!" then she follows her friends stare and they both just sort of stare at me, their mouths handing open.
"HI..!" the one with the velvet hair chirps the out of breath sort of exited. "Jamie..." they both seem slightly familiar, somehow.
"Hi there! You seem familiar somehow? Have I met you guys before?"
"I went to see you in Copenhagen, I met Camilla there actually;" the one with the velvery hair say, whos name I don't know.
"Oh! You seem familiar too!" I say, I meet so many faces I am not sure if I've even met either one of them, but if they have been to one of my gigs, I most likely have, "what are you doing here?" I ask.
"Same thing you are I suppose," the woman with the big glasses respond shyly. I laugh, because of my stupidly obvious question, but then again I don't see them swimming in a sea of agony, but what do I know? Then suddenly my memory snap and I turn to the one with the velvet hair again.
"Oh my god! You were the one who gave me the unicorn onesie, weren't you?!" I ask excitedly, I remember receiving a unicorn onesie at Guilfest and I am about 90 percent sure this woman with the tiny nose and sort velvet hair gave it too me. All of a sudden I feel a little dizzy and a grab the line railing next to me for balance, the two women chatter on.
"I did!" she sends me a wide smile, "I gave it to you at Guilfest! Did you like it?"
"Yeah, " I exhale, did I like it? it was an tremendously good gift, I had run around in it for hours after receiving it. Unexpectedly I remember the first real night with Skye. The party we threw after finishing our first album, in the name of the darling buds. I remember how we danced around for hours on end, not a care in the world. How she had looked like a kindergartener in the pink unicorn onesie and how much I had enjoy the silliness of that evening. I didn't know I cared so deeply for her then. I knew nothing about her, I had no idea how crazy and annoyingly stubborn she could be, and how I was going to fall flat on my face for all of her enchanting oddness. "It works wonders." I finish, smiling at the woman let's call her Teresa, like that nun, she seems nice.
"Jamie? Are you okay?" the one with the velvet hair - Teresa - says and grab my arm. I didn't even notice I was swaying towards the ground. huh.
"Sorry, I'm Fine, wups," suddenly the ground came near, but it ran away again. "Sorry."
"Have you been drinking?" 'Teresa' asks
"What? No! I'm sober!"
"No Jamie, I mean like have you drunken any water?" she asks, still grapping my arm and trying, shaking me. What's going on? Why is the world fussy? wow.
"Aaahh," I say and then the world goes silly. I can't concentrate on anything, the world flashes and I think I feel myself move. I hear them talk the potato language again, but I can't figure out what they are saying. Mostly because they are speaking another language, but also because there is this annoying ringing in my ears that just won't go away. i try to shake my head, but it just gets worse. After feeling myself move I can't remember much just flashes, something wet trickles down my chin and down my astonishingly dry throat. Someone opens my mouth and shoves something utterly delicious in there, I chew slowly, almost as an instinct. It is like my mind and body are no longer attached to each other. Like they are two very, very separate thing, working independently from each other.
When my mind finally started to work again, I was staring into the face of the velvety haired woman - Teresa - and the other one is standing next to me a hand on my shoulder.
"Jamie?" Teresa asks, grapping my arm tightly.
"What happened?" I ask freaked as I look around. I am sitting in the shade on a bench. The one with the glasses has a half empty water bottle her free hand.
"Dehydration," Teresa says, I have no idea why I called her Teresa anymore. Just easier than to think make up a name of your rescuers that to call them by their appearance I guess.
"Oh."
"Where are your friends, Jamie? Weren't you with someone?" Teresa asks.
"Ehm..." the world is still wobbly, dancing in and out of focus. the one - Camilla- I think her name was, hands me the water bottle , I take a gulp and she takes it from me again. Maybe she thinks I'll drop it, maybe I would have, after all the world is oddly fuzzy.
"Jamie do you have your phone?" the one with the glasses asks - Camilla -, and I dig in my pocket and whip it out and hand it to her. She asked for it, maybe she needs it, maybe her friend is in trouble! She sighs and takes it from me, flipping it open.
"There is a lock, what's the password?" she asks, stretching the phone towards me again.
"2211," the password escapes me before I register it, not that I am in any state to give a crap. She shrugs and presses the buttons. She clicks around for a bit and then looks up at me.
"Okay, Jamie I need names, who came here with you?"
"No, I don't want to see them."
"Jamie."
"No, give me my phone back." I say sounding like an indignant child. She doesn't give it to me.
"No Jamie, names now. You need to get out of here, who drove you? Did you drive yourself? Who came here with you?" Wow too many questions, I had stopped listening somewhere along the way.
"Jamie!" Teresa snapped her fingers in front of my face, "Names!"
I stay silent for a while until I ask, "do you guys know, Skye?" they look knowingly at each other until they look back at me, interest and yet worry in their eyes.
"What about her?" Teresa asks kindly, the other one move away a little - still with my phone in her hands.
"She is... I am sorry, you don't care," I say suddenly coming to my senses. Telling personal stuff to a stranger/fan wasn't exactly one of my best ideas.
"It's okay, Jamie. You almost passed out from dehydration before. If something worries you, just tell me. I might be a fan of yours, but I am first of all a human being, just like you." Teresa says kindly. I smile, she seems kind.
"I just royally fucked up thing with her, that's all." I say. the woman nods.
"Is she here with you?" she asks.
"yeah, plus all the others from the new cast." I tell her. I don't know why I do it. telling fans anything in person usually didn't go well, mostly because they were way too excited to meet me, so having a 'real talk' with them almost seemed impossible. Though these two seemed oddly calm, maybe it's because I almost passed out a second ago, or they found me at my worst most needy hour, or maybe it is just like the woman said, she is human just like me. And that is hard to argue with.
"Okay, what happened anyways? from the pictures you both seemed pretty upset?" she half asks, half states.
"Have you read any of the gossip surrounding them?" I ask, and she nods. She hands me some chocolate she was sitting with and I take one, and crew. it makes me feel better, both physically and emotionally.
"So is it true? Did you really?" she asks in a low voice. I nod and shoot her a sad smile, "you really did screw up royally." she agrees with my former statement. I huff halfheartedly, not knowing what to say.
"And she wants nothing to do with you?" she asks
"Obviously," I answer after swallowing the chocolaty treat, I have no idea what is, but it is delicious.
"Why did you..?" she lets the question hang in the air. 'Why did you kiss another woman in the first place?' good question I'll answer as soon as I know. At the time it had seemed logical. Like I was in my right to do so. I wanted her to feel as hurt as I did. But she had never done a thing and I had betrayed he trust. I am the biggest dumb nut to ever walk the earth. I should have walked up to her. I should have taken a second glace when I saw her under that guy. I should have figured it was an accident, instead I ran off like that coward I am. After all I am not brave.
"That doesn't matter," I say to Teresa, "all that matters is that she is hurt and I need to fix things." a wave of energy pulses through me and I shot to my feet. I need to find Skye. I can't have it this way. For one thing we were going to work together for years and secondly I loved her and that had to mean something didn't it? It just had to. It had to.
"where are you going?" the other woman had come back, her hand was lowering from her ear. where she held my phone.
"I need to find a friend of mine," I say, standing still not really knowing where to start but ready to plunge in the masses of bypassing people at any moment.
"hold your horses, they are on their way, " she says handing my phone back to me, "I called her, this Skye you mentioned and persuaded her to come get you."
I stare at her. Oh no she didn't. Skye must be furious. It is one thing to storm off like I did. Something else, to need a help after doing so. Bollocks. I am a fucking idiot and a moron. Wondering around in the heat for hours without food and drink. Genius. I didn't blame the women; they were only trying to help, but still. They could have called about five other people and yet they chose the one who hates me the most at this point in time. Not that I had given them much choice either, why was Skye's name always the first one to pop into my head when I needed someone? She is like a bloody disease.
Then I hear her voice, howling my name irritated.
"James Metcalfe Campbell Bower!"
A/N: as I mentioned in the begining I am battleing a writers block, so if you have any ideas for what should happen next in this fic please tell me - I'm all ears.
I know this chapter isn't very interresting, but I am hoping the next will be.