#FindingFamily Chapter V

Yes, the hostel looked like it should have been condemned quite a few years ago and it is in a bad part of town but it is cheap and I’m only here for a couple of weeks. I can tough it out, but the look on John’s face said he wanted to do the “action-hero” thing and blow it up without looking back. I was barely out of the cab when he grabbed my arm, “You’re not seriously staying here are you?”

“It’s not so bad and it’s just somewhere to crash until school starts and I get a job,” I smiled confidently. “Thank you for the dinner and seeing me back. I think you better head on home, the cabbie looks ready to leave you.” I nodded toward the grumpy looking driver.

“Be right back mate.” He said throwing the driver a couple of big Bill’s and stepped out, “I’m sorry but I can’t let you stay here. Let’s collect your things and get out of here.”

“John, I appreciate the concern but I couldn’t impose on you and your husband. We just met. I could be a crazy person for all you know…especially after our earlier conversation.” I whispered.

“I trust you are not like your father and Mama Barrowman would skelp my behind if I wasn’t the gentleman she raised. Scott won’t mind, he’s a pushover.” He started up the stairs as I stood there wondering if I was in a dream.

Stuff like this never happens, especially to me. I don’t deserve it, would it be horrible to enjoy my crazy miracle? I looked up at him just as the door opened behind him, causing a halo of light to circle his gorgeous hair; giving him the appearance of an angel of mercy, a lifeline in my dead end world.

I joined him and continued in, listening to the creaking floorboards and voices of other patrons floated through the walls. “My room is on the third-floor.” I informed him at the second-floor landing.

“Is that British or American numbering?”

“Crap, I forgot the first floor is zero here, so my room would be the first door on the left of the second.” We went up two more flights and found my room open with a woman going through my things.

John cleared his throat, startling her. As she jumped away from my suitcase, I noticed I had already lost my favorite pair of jeans and my only sweater to her sickly thin frame. “Maybe staying with you is a good idea.” The unknown woman scattered before we could do anything.

He placed an arm around my shaking shoulders, “I am glad you changed your mind. Let’s get your stuff together and get home.”

“Agreed.” It only took five minutes to shove my pillow and the few clothes the stranger had discarded onto the floor back into my suitcase and go back downstairs.

The cabbie must have been jumpier than I thought, he was long gone when we made it back to the door. It took twenty minutes for John to order a new cab, for it to arrive and then we were off for his home.

I do not know how I made it through the ride, let alone the day, without freaking out. Some part of my brain had taken over and I was as cool as a cucumber on the outside, while inside I was a teenage girl drooling over being so close to my movie-star crush. Ok, I admit, I wasn’t that smooth. I had my fangirl moments, I would glance at him and grin wildly before turning away. Half a dozen times I would get ready to start a conversation with him, but thought I would sound stupid so I wouldn’t say anything and look out the window at the dark streets and mentally kick myself.

Tune in next week for Chapter Five and don’t forget to like my Author page for updates on this and more!

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Random Update and #CampNaNoWriMo

Chapter four of Finding Family is up, just thought I’d pop in and ask how ya’ll are liking it? Anyone? Anyone like it? Bueller? Bueller?

Just curious, keep in mind it is the rambling of a crazy person. I will say that chapter five is not ready yet, but I do have a week to work on it. I know what happens next I’m just having some issues getting it to write down just right.

Which brings me to Camp NaNoWriMo July, I don’t think I will participate this month. Mainly because I’m not sure what story to work on and none really have a definite number of words. I’m going to keep writing, just not super focusing on a particular story.

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In general life, I’m ok. Um in a few days, possibly take a week, I should figure out a health issue I might have. Personally, I don’t think that it is a big deal, so no worries I’ll be fine either way. At the same time, it is kind of a big deal, but I don’t want to worry too much until I find out how it goes.

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#FindingFamily Chapter IV

Carefully I skip down the stairs to the restaurant, admittedly giddy and loving the feel of the long wool coat flapping on the back of my legs.

Worry crosses my face when I see just how fancy the place was and how under dressed I am in an old black mini skirt, stiletto heels and a newer dusky-green tee-shirt. “I’m sure whatever you are wearing under my coat is fine.” I heard him whisper in my ear.

I jumped, “Mr. Barrowman, can you hear now?”

He chuckled, “Yes, they took out the hearing devices about an hour ago.” He glanced at his watch.

He placed a hand on my back, “This really wasn’t necessary, I appreciate it immensely but really not required.” I started rambling on, I don’t want to hurt his feelings.

“Anytime my colleagues get chewed out by someone trying to help me, I have to take them out.” His easy going demeanor was relaxing my nerves and I was starting to realize he really is just a sweet normal person.

“Oh no, they told you? I’m sorry. They just ticked me off and I flew off the handle, if I need to I can go back and apologize.”

“No need for that, they needed the wake up call and I’m glad I got to see someone stand up to them for those who are afraid or unable to.” John ordered us each a Beef Wellington, after being talked out of shrimp as I am allergic, and a bottle of Medoc red wine. “So what is your story? How did you end up on that crosswalk tis morning?”

“It’s not pleasant dinner conversation Mr. Barrowman.” I smiled weakly and sipped the delicious wine.

“John, please, and I think  that someone like you would have an interesting story.” He gave me his gorgeous grin and  my crumbling resolve was falling faster than a bowling ball two inches off the ground.

“Umm…not much to tell really, grew up in Missouri, a very small town. My parents should have never been together, volatile is the word that comes to mind with those two. Saved up my money, graduated high school and got admitted to Oxford. Those are the highlights.” I chugged my glass and refilled it in the awkward silence.

“What happened to your mom?” he asked quietly, his demeanor changed from his happy usual self to one of solemn.

Suddenly my seat was uncomfortable, I squirmed around. “umm… my…father kind of a took care of her two months ago. He is in prison now.” I keep my eyes focused on the white table cloth, picking at imaginary threads.

“I’m sorry. You are right, not a good dinner talk. I’m sorry you’re father was an arse. It sounds like it is behind you now and you are rising up from the ashes.” It was is turn to squirm. He was changing the subject, “What are you going to study at University?”

“Music. I’m pretty good with a cello, but I would like to be a classical music professor.” I feel the blush rising in my face, I’m still embarrassed about my choice of career. “My family has never thought of it as a good choice, but it’s where I want to be.

“Are you just into classical music or do you like other music?” He must have noticed that it was a touchy subject and tried to change it.

We talked for four hours through the great dinner and the most amazing chocolate lava cake ever. After he helped me put my coat on, he called for a car and decided to escort me back to the hostel.

 

Tune in next week for Chapter Five and don’t forget to like my Author page for updates on this and more!

#FindingFamily Chapter III

The outside world silenced the moment the ancient door closed behind me to Saint Paul’s Cathedral. My place of peace still brings calm to my mind as I dip my fingers in the cool holy water and cross myself before taking a seat in the last pew.
I’m far from religious, but the only place I have been able to clear my head is a church. Specifically an old Catholic Church. Other newer churches, just don’t do it. The noise of the city penetrates through the walls and sullies the serene bubble. Where better to empty one’s thoughts and be alone for awhile than a beautiful piece of art?
I say I’m not religious, but I do know some of the rituals and I guess you could say my time spent sitting in bliss as Eucharistic Adoration. I’ve never had a eureka moment or clarifying call, but it makes me feel safe and content.
Once my hour was up, don’t want to overstay my welcome, I stood up to leave, bracing myself for the chaos on the other side of the door. “What do I do now?” I ask myself aloud.
As I walk down the street my thoughts turn to this morning and how great it was. If I had taken another turn on the Eye or had been paying more attention to my surroundings, I never would have met Barrowman. I kept my promise, though if was tough, no pictures or questions. No proof of our meeting, and it sucks but it was still the best hours of my life.

My feet brought me to a charming sci-fi shop proudly displaying Doctor Who and Torchwood merchandise in the window. I had to stop in and spend a little mad money. I have time to kill before dinner and what geek-girl can resist her guilty pleasure?
I am at the cash register with a mock trench coat, when I get a text from an unknown number. “Plans for dinner?”
Depends, who is this?” I swipe my card and wait for an answer. There is only one guy I gave my number to recently and know he wouldn’t be the one.
“Forgot about me already? I’m really beginning to wonder if you are a fan.”
“Holy shit.” I gasp.
“What? Wrong size?” the cashier asked a little worried.
“What? Oh no, the coat is perfect. I just heard from someone I never thought I’d see again.” I babbled, staring at my phone. “Well if you could see what I just bought, your mind would be at ease.” I joke with him. I slipped the coat on and walked out.
“Come to dinner and show me? I need to repay you for your help, support and lunch.”
Where? When?
Chapter One. Not too fancy, but nice and great food. Two hours give you enough time to clean up and get there? Need to talk with my husband.”
“Sounds good.”
I leave for the hostel and to prepare for a fun evening.
“See you there Chandler.”

Tune in next week for Chapter Four

#FindingFamily Chapter II

There is glass everywhere. The doors, walls and even some squares of the checkered pattern floor are made of glass. Someone has hung posters of different shows with a few floral prints in-between, to distinguish the walls from doors.
The bustling women dress with enough class they seem to be from another time, a more refined era. The men flitted about dressed in sharply tailored suits, belt only no suspenders here. I am too caught up in the wonder of it all I trip over my own feet and almost John down with me.
John informed an angry gnome-looking colleague about what he was doing and who I am while I worked through the shiny breakable surroundings. I am beginning to feel like a bull in a window shop, the tables were also made of frosted glass.
I felt him tug on my shirt sleeve, “Do you need some water or something while we’re here?”
I shook my head no and pecked a short message to him, “I’m good. If you don’t mind, I’ll wait outside if you don’t need me.” I smiled weakly, nodding to a hard gray office chair. I’d be out of the way and still nearby if he wanted help. Two nodded and went to meet six people sitting at a sharp oval table.
Carefully sitting down, I pulled my mangy copy of “Love & Drugs” out of my MARINES messenger bag and began reading. I may be on an adventure but I’m always prepared for downtime. It becomes a habit when you spend as much time in a hospital waiting to hear if your mom is going to be ok from her latest “accident” as I do…did.
Mom had fifty-two trips to the hospital by my twenty-first birthday, and a couple of months ago she had a final incident with my dad’s baseball bat. Needless to say, childhood wasn’t that great. Thankfully I was the only casualty of that toxic life. I am trying to start a new life with a new college in a new country.
Shouts snapped me out of memory lane, John looked angry. The others had a range of anger, bored and frustration. I put my book away and grabbed my phone then walked into the room. “Excuse me, is everything ok n here?”
The grumpy gnome started barking, “You’re his handler, tell him this isn’t working. Either take out the hearing device or sit quietly in a corner.”
John looked at me, confused. I handed him my phone with the text open, “give me a second.” I turned to the rest of the board. “Is this how your meetings usually go? Mr. Barrowman just sits in a corner with no input on how his life goes? I don’t believe it.” My own experience with my friend being mistreated was coming up ticking me off even more. “I highly doubt that. He is doing some research for a charity an you are asking him to forsake that because you don’t want to find a way to work with a disability?
“I’m sorry, but he is a wonderful person and you are an evil little man who should know better! Going under the assumption that you were more than likely picked on in high school. I don’t know how you got this far in life, but you need to change the way you deal with people. Let him do what he normally does and find a way to converse with him.” I jabbed my finger onto the table to drive my point home before telling John everything was okay and to finish his meeting.
I went back to my chair outside the room, glaring at the man, letting him know I will step in if he doesn’t do as I say. Secretly, I am scared shitless and hoping that I didn’t screw anything up for John. It took a few hours, but John finally finished his meeting (they started writing things down for him) and we left for lunch.
I managed to talk, err…text, him into just fish and chips from a street vendor instead of a fancy restaurant. Mostly so I could say that I took him out, hey it is a fantasy full-filling day so why not? After we went to a dog park to wait for a guide dog.
Once the German Shepherd arrived I gave him my number ad took my leave. He was in safe…paws for the rest of the day and I had a date with a Cathedral.

Tune in next week for Chapter Three

#FindingFamily Chapter I

Chapter 1
The Eye looks daunting from the ground, it once inside it is beautiful. London unfolds before you, giving you a different view than those too scared to come aboard. The sun rising over the horizon is gorgeous from the top, I almost cry as the wheel begins its descent.
My vacation is off to a great start, I landed yesterday and caught up on sleep. I have ridden the Eye twice now and am looking for a coffee shop. I bump into a man, spilling coffee on his black silk shirt. “Shit! I’m sorry.” Quickly I grab napkins out of his hand to help clean up, then I look up. “Oh…my…god.” I feel the blood drain from my cheeks and my heart gallops into overdrive.
Smoldering blue eyes and a cheeky smile stare down at me as I’m frantically wiping off his torso, he takes my hands in his and I freeze. “It’s ok. I’m fine.” THE John Narrow man said slowly, and a tad loudly.
“Oh Shit!”
“What, is, your,name?”
“I-I-I am Chandler Forbes, Mr. Barrowman.” I stammer, my movie-star crush right in front of me and I can’t talk. I am an idiot.
“Sandra? Sorry, I’m working with a charity to help deaf people. I’ve gone deaf for a day.” His Scottish lilt is even, more memorizing in person.
Someone jostled me as the pedestrian light turned green. I took his arm, (why did I do that?), and walked him across the street. As we walked I pulled out my phone, and carefully typed “Do you need help getting around today?” He glanced at me curiously, and I quickly added, “I promise not to fan girl out or take fifty pictures. I just want to help.” Having a task to focus on was helping me regain my confidence and a little dignity I’ll admit.
“Sure if you’re not busy.” His grin lights up the sidewalk as I let him pull me to wherever our destination was going to be.
Back in the silence, my stupid brain started working again,John Barrowman is letting me help him around! Captain Jack Harkness is dragging me off on some adventure, this is amazing!” He may not be able to hear me right now, but I’m beyond thankful he can’t read my thoughts. I feel the blood warming my face again and know I just look crazy. There is a goofy grin plastered on that I can’t get rid of.
“Sandra, you have my permission to fangirl a little, I can’t hear your shrieking.”
That sobered me and I texted out my response, “It is Chandler Mr. Barrowman, and I’m ok. I’ll freak out on my own time.”
“Not a normal fan then.”
“Oh no, big fan of both voice and shows, but I also like to help those in need. Someone really should be helping you around.”
“It’s about experiencing a day in the life of a deaf person. They don’t always have someone to help.” He opened the door to a tall building for me.
It’s different, but I have a good friend back home that is blind. She gets around well on her own but it’s nice to have me around to help once in awhile. What floor?” We pause by a bank of elevators and he gently releases my hand to press the up button.
“Top. These guys you are about to meet can be a bit pushy so be careful ok?” he winked at me, we stepped inside and off we flew. I’m about to meet some bigwigs either in show business or the music industry, this so does not happen to girls from small Midwestern towns…with celebrities!
This vacation is going to be epic!

Tune in next week for Chapter Two

#Fanfiction

It doesn’t have a title, yet, but I have a fanfiction that has been running around my head for a while now, and won’t go away. I figured it is time to get it out.

All the fanfiction that I know about covers books or movies, never have I seen one strictly for a celebrity. So this might be a bit unconventional, possibly borderline stalkers, but who hasn’t had a crush on a star and fantasized about them? Granted they were probably smart enough not to mention it on their blogs.

I’m going to attempt to post a chapter a week, but may not always be able to post back to back, so apologies in advance, if for some reason you like it.

The question now is do I tell you who it is about or wait until I release chapter one?

It’s about a regular girl, Chandler Arizona Forbes, who takes time out of her vacation to help her celebrity crush when her life changes. She gets taken for a wild ride and earns a new family along the way.