NO ONE IS STARING AT YOU I tried to convince myself. NO ONE IS STARING AT YOU But, because I couldn't lie convincingly to myself, I checked. There were people staring at me, with that 'IS SHE THAT GIRL' look in their eyes. Suddenly the small delicate diamond ring on my finger felt as though it weighed a tonne. At times like this it felt as if the ring had a big neon sign attatched to it saying: Look at me, look at me.
It was stupid to be so self-conscious, I knew that. Besides myself and Jon. who cared what other people thought about our engagement? "Who cares what they think?" I muttered to myself.
"EMILY! EMILY!" I heard a man's voice shout. I glanced to my left to see a swarm of paparazzi across the street. This was the ONLY bad part that came with marrying Jon, he was a public figure, he was photographed all the time and now that I was marrying him, I would be photographed all the time.
I started to walk as fast as I could. I could see the apartment building at the end of the street. I would soon be safe from all this craziness. I soon found myself running and of course mebeing the extreamly awkward person I am, I fell.
I quickly got up, my hands and knees were grazed, and walked the rest of the way to the apartment.
Jon was in the dining room setting the table for our last dinner together before we were husband and wife. If I had not seen his naked body, I would say he had never looked more beautiful then in a white shirt, a blue tie that matched his eyes and black trousers. He smiled when he saw me, that smile, everytime I saw that smile my heart fluttered. "Hello my love," Jon said handing me a glass of wine and giving me a quick kiss. I smiled back at him, though compared to his smile it was like a dead rose next to a brillant blossomed rose.
"Indigo called just before you got in," Jon said between mouthfuls of pasta. Indigo, my second eldest, he was twelve. I also had two other children, Saffron was eighteen, then there was my six year old, Scarlet. I named each of my children after colors that I loved.
Jon waited for me to reply but as I was lost in my thoughts I didn't. "He said that their flight was getting in at nine," "tonight or this morning?" I asked coming back to the real world. "Tonight...it takes an hour to get to Jersey, it's now five, so we have time to..." Jon started, before I knew it he had me up in his arms kissing me passionatly. I forced myself to tilt my head back, it was hard to resist him but I had to. Stephanie, Jesse, Jake and Romeo would be arriving any minute. "Jon..." I said trying to stop him, he was kissing my neck. "Yes?" I felt his warm breath on my skin, it sent shivers down my spine. "If you havn't forgotten, yourchildren will be arriving any minute now.." "Their coming at six.." Jon told me still kissing down my neck. After several minutes he finally let me down. "I need a shower," I said giving him a quick kiss.
Jon sat on the couch feeling defeated. He flicked through the channels and after several minutes decided on a rerun of the Sopranos, he watched it in silence until there was a quite rattle on the door. Jon sighed and pulled himself up off the couch. He slowly walked to the door, picking up his pace when he heard the shouts outside. "DADDY DADDY DADDY!" he heard his youngest son, Romeo shout.
A huge smile, that only Emily and his children could cause, he ran to the door and swung it open. He swooped Romeo up in his arms and hugged him tightly. He hadn;t seen his children in a month, he missed them dearly. He felt two small arms wrap around his right leg, he looked down and saw Jake. He looked at the doorway, his two eldest children stood their patiently waiting for their turn to greet their father. Jon put Romeo down and gave Jake a kiss on the top of his blonde head. They both ran inside and took out their action figures immeditaley. Jon extended both of his arms and hugged his eldest son and daughter, Jesse and Stephanie. Jesse was the first to brake free from the hug but Stephanie held on longer, "I missed you," Jon heard her soft voice whisper. Jon smiled, "I missed you too sweetheart," he then kissed the top of her head.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: If you wish to know what I imagine each character, fictional or not, looks like I have posted pictures on a photobucket account made espically for this FAN FICTION: http://s601.photobucket.com/albums/tt100/RockStarLovesArtist/ Each time a new character is introduced, I shall post a picture.
