rAN SOm NoTE Chpt 1

CHAPTER ONE
Little Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf


A young girl about eighteen sat quietly on a train bound for New York, there she would catch her delayed flight to London´s Heathrow Airport. She sighed and reread the letter that she kept hidden in her bag. She thought she looked pretty that day. She wore tired jeans and a t-shirt that read, "Weasley Wizard Wheezes" and had a sketchy drawing on the front. She wore a white and black checkered VANS and her hair was pulled back into a curly mess. She sighed and tucked the letter away, and returned to her post of watching the racing scenery. She was nervous, she hated flying. Even though she had never experienced a bad flight. Maybe it was just her anxiousness that was grabbing a hold of her.

She had recently been asked to star in an upcoming film. Of course she was thrilled. Until her agent informed her that the film was based in London and would require her to live there for a year. This did not sit well with her. How could she possibly leave her cozy apartment in Vermont, for a flat in a city she knew nothing about? It had been her dream to visit London, but visiting was way different than living. She laughed out loud and the thought of her surrounded by well speaking Brits. Talking about fish and chips, tea, and of course the Queen.

She was awoken from her daydream when her stomach gave a lurch. She glanced out the window. She saw a large river sprawled out under the train. How was she to survive the flight when she could barley handle the train?

Finally, her destination was annonced she got up and grabbed her tiny carry on. Her other belongings would be flown out late that week with her agent. She looked at the couple across from her appalled at their behavior. They sat snuggling with one another and debating on who loved who more. Perhaps it was only her who found their actions appalling. Seeing as she was perhaps the only person on the train who did not have their partners head in their partners lap.

She chuckled as she remembered her friends going away present. "Ya know if there are any cute guys on your flight." It was a pamphelt on airplane sex, it covered it all. From blowjobs to doing it doggy style in the bathroom. "Oh the mile high club", was her only reply. She propped her feet up on the empty seat next to her.

"Feet off," said a dangerous looking man who was checking tickets. She rolled her eye but took her feet off anyway. He is just jealous. She rapped her fingers on the tray in front of her. She was bored and she really had to piss. She laughed again, See you´ll be fine in London. She emerged from the train a smile on her face.

"You have to be kidding me two hours?" She asked the overly cheerful stewerdess. Bad omens. She shook her head, slightly annoyed. Her plan to get to London by 11:00 a.m. had falling apart in a matter of minutes. She stood up and wandered slightly. She was gald to be placed in first class, and pitied the people who were squished in the coach seats. She felt out of place amongst the bussinessmen who discussed big business, the stock market, and the economy. Sighing she gazed out the window and slowly let sleep over take her.

When she awoke she found that the once bright flashing lights of the airport had been replaced with bright fluffy clouds. She tapped the glass, "Like bunnies!" She leaned back in her seat and was suprised to see a young boy sitting next to her. He looked a little older than her, dark jeans squeezed his firm legs, and his stunning red hair was very out of place.

She coughed slightly and pulled a book out of her bag. "Oh that´s a good read." She looked up to see the boy leering over his aviator sunglasses. "Yeah it is." She pretended to be reading but kept her eyes on the young boy sitting next to her. "Um...so where are you going?" She smiled but her thoughts were reeling. Where else would he be going? Well maybe he is landing in London and going to France? Oh yeah because he totally looks French. Well maybe he is going to Budapest. What the fuck is Budapest?

He laughed, "London, couldn´t you tell by the accent?" That´s when she first noticed his accent. It was rich and thick with hertiage and intelluct. "Oh yeah it´s nice." Nice? Nice! Tell him its the hottest thing you have ever heard! "Yeah it is nice so what are you doing in London?" "The usual visiting Big Ben, buying wellies, starring in the rAN SOm NoTE movie..." Her voiced trailed off, but she hoped the British boy was impressed by her last comment. He was, "Oh wow too cool, um not to be nosy but are you Allie Chord?" She looked around searching for her name on anything, "Yeah...it is, how did you know?" He reached into his brown messenger bag and pulled out a thick manilla envelope. He handed it to her and gestured for her to open it. Her long fingers pulled out a large, crisp, white packet of paper. "rAN SOm NoTE" read in bold on the front page. Allie looked to the boy and it finally registered in her head. "You are Tom Rose, I mean you play Tom Rose. I mean you are," she breathed, "James Thomason." He had a smug smirk on his face, "The one and only." He laughed loudly and reached for the script in the stunned Allie´s fingers. He flipped four pages ahead and handed it back to her. She looked down and there second from the top of the cast list was her name, "Allison McKay Chord." "They list your middle name too?" You would of thought that he had just heard the funniest thing in the world. When he finally calmed down he looked at her, "Yes they do. Oh I´m so glad they picked an American bird the last girl was such a wanker." Allie nodded barley listening to his words. Your doing a nude scene with him? You knew what you were getting yourself into. No! Yes! Shut up! Why because I´m right? No, because we probably won´t even be nude. Whatever.

"Have you read the books?" Allie looked at him, "Yeah. But the third is my favorite. I´m really sad to see the series ending though. Now I have to find another werewolf to fall in love with." She flashed him a dazzling smile. He smirked, "Yeah a lot of people will." Allie´s smile faded. James wasn´t anything like the adorable, abondoned werewolf he played. In fact, he seemed very far from it. Allie´s attitude towards him changed and the rest of flight was a very long game of silence.

"We´re landing." Allie looked up at James and saw his eyes were big and watery. Oh my is he crying? "Are you okay?" He nodded but as the plane gave a small jolt he grabbed onto her hand. "Sorry I hate landing...actually I hate flying." Allie stared at him, his eyes shut behind his aviators. She was never a motherly person, but for some reason her mothering skills kicked into gear. She drew him closer and even though he was taller than her, she brought his head to her shoulder. Her fingers stroked his bright red hair, that she knew was dyed for the movies. "It´s okay were almost there." The plane landed in one swift motion. Allie stood up and gathered her things. Leaving a shaky James to fend for himself.

"Hey Allie!" She turned to see James lugging a black suitcase and his brown messenger bag. She flashed him a smile, "How goes it wolf boy?" Obvious sarcasm in her voice. She was annoyed with him. Once she dislike someone, she would always dislike them. Good first impressions were important to her. Do or say something wrong, that was it, any hope of being friends were dashed.

He threw down his bags and in very old movie fashion he scopped her off her feet. She laughed as she became grounded once more. Maybe he isn´t so bad... "I missed you to wolf boy." James laughed and picked up is bags. "Wolf boy? Is that what those fangirls are calling me now-a-days?" He elbowed Allie gently. Allie gave him a roll of her eyes, "No just my nickname for you." She wasn´t going to tell him that there was a whole website called Wolf Boy. Were ogling girls (and guys) could post fan-fiction about their favorite werewolf.

"Hmm...I like. So you´re in London, finally. So what do you want to do first?" She bit her lip and pretended to be in deep thought. "Head to my place." He nodded, "Okay, we´ll have to stop and get condoms and I´ll have to check my schedule, but I´m sure I can fit you in doll." His statement was met with a hard slap across the face. Allie was almost to he exit by the time he caught up. "Bloody hell do you slap hard!" She stopped and turned to face him, "You deserved it! Do you treat all castmates this way?"

Allie would never get her answer because just as soon as James opened his mouth to speak, he disappeared. Cameras and microphones filled the empty space that was once between the two of them. Allie couldn´t even make out Jame´s bright red hair in the mass of paparizzi. She turned in a huff and went to get a cab.

"Ms. Chord?" Allie turned to see a chaffeuer waiting with a sign in his white-gloved hand. "Hi." Allie smiled which he returned. He extended his hand to her, "My name is Sam and I was instructed to take you wherever you wanted." Allie shook his hand, "Home would be nice Sam." She liked him already. He was young maybe late twenties and he had a big scruffy beard like a lumberjack.

The limo was comfy, Allie laid back and played with the different settings. "Sam? Does it always rain in London?" "No, no but it is good to keep an umbrella handy." She nodded. She was worried, what if she didn´t like London? She sighed and concentrated less on her thoughts and more on the passing scenery.