* i'm fighting off the demons *

im short & bitter

Saludo de Alan para una fan.

Madeline wore an innocent smile as she watched the other turn around after she had crept up on him. She shrugged one shoulder playfully as he called her previous action a cheap trick and turned to the counter with a soft laugh as he wished her ill fortune with her coffee. The girl’s jaw dropped as a short sound erupted from within her throat, “If I spill all over myself I am just going to need to change again and maybe even shower if it’s a real nasty coffee disaster.” As she spoke she carefully poured the creamer into her mug before placing a spoon into it and stirring it slowly. Her eyes fluttered back in River’s direction as he continued to talk, the actual topic of horror movies not being particularly her favorite. Luckily, she had heard of Blair Witch and seen Unfriended although it was viewed through the gaps between her fingers. “I wouldn’t know. I’ll keep an eye out though for you.” She added at his inquiry about pen pal related horror movies. “And I’ve never seen Blair Witch but thanks for the heads up about the jump scare.” Mads gave him a playful wink as she brought the coffee mug up to her lips, thanking him for it before taking a small sip.

Even though he didn’t think anyone could watch a film like Blair Witch and not expect jump scares, River took the credit that Madeline was giving him for the warning anyway. “No, no, no changing. If you spill anything on yourself, you have to remain sticky. That’s part of the punishment.” His lip snarled up some, slightly grossed out by what he’d just proclaimed but shook it off quickly. Still, as she sipped at her drink, he stared at her with a raised eyebrow that was so prominent it practically screamed out how impatient he was. “Well?” He asked eagerly, reaching for his own mug and holding the hot ceramic in his palms while assessing her clothing and determining that she was indeed, dressed. “You said you’d tell me what kept you up so late once you were dressed. What exactly did I miss last night on Maddie Watch?”

Nolan’s eye twitched slightly when she called him… Norman. “It’s Nolan” he corrected through gritted teeth, trying so hard to keep his inner cool. He’s never met someone that didn’t know him or least didn’t recognize him at first. He was one of America’s most beloved people and she didn’t know him? Where did she grow up? Under a rock? He sighed softly and shook his head, waiting for her to recollect some memory that he appeared in; a magazine cover, a movie trailer, a commercial… even a book signing! But it seemed as though it was hopeless the longer it took for her to sort through her brain. He gave up; embarrassed and defeated and he was flushed. He gave her a pointed look at her question and sighed deeply before answering, listing a few movie’s he’s made an appearance in. “I was in Dear John… Fifty Shades of Grey, Casino Royle… Agent 007. I even made an showing in a few episodes of The Walking Dead.”

An awkward expression etched itself onto Lori’s face as the other corrected his name that she’d gotten wrong after literally just hearing it. How embarrassing this situation was...for both of them though she struggled to imagine that she was anywhere near as embarrassed as Nolan seemed to be, at least, that was the only rational thing she could come up with to explain his apparently passionate need to prove to her who he was. The tip of Lorlei’s tongue peeked out from between her teeth as she sorted through the titles he listed off, deciding which ones she definitely hadn’t seen, ones she couldn’t remember having seen or not and one she had for sure seen but was trying to place him. “...Like, as a walker? Were you a zombie? There are a lot of those, Nolan...” She stated followed by a big sigh, “Hey, man, what’s it matter anyway? You’re apparently Hollywood’s poster boy and I’m just some rando at an art gallery -- does it really matter that I know who you are?”

Her bright eyes were locked with her own reflection in the mirror of her compact when she heard River call back to her once more. A wide grin spread across her lips as she listened to him go on about the way she had answered him, set him up, and then left him longing for the rest of the tale. Madeline began to brush on her concealer as she could hear River doing a mock voice of her own. A soft laugh fluttered between her lips as she zipped up her small make-up bag and hopped up from the bed, placing the bag on her dresser before exiting the room. The girl poked her head into the front room for a moment seeing that the other was no longer on the couch. She moved swiftly to the kitchen area, entering just as River had closed the fridge. Madeline tried to quietly sneak up behind the boy, her fingers trailing up his sides playfully as she spoke, “What about a jump scare?!” Her smile had not faltered since she left her bedroom and it showed no signs of doing so anytime soon. She loved having River in town and being able to spend time with him in person rather than just through Skype and a few old fashion letters.

River’s shoulder blades contracted forcing his chest out and away from the girl behind him as he tried to escape the sudden tickling sensation in his sides, “Ahh...” He breathed out, turning around and leaning his back against the door of the fridge. “Jump scares.” The boy began, his brow peeking over his eyelashes giving him a very intense look as he met eyes with Madeline, “Are. Cheap. Tricks.” River’s arm rose up and pointed to her mug of coffee that was waiting for her on the counter. “Just for that, you can pour your own creamer. And I hope you accidentally fill it too much and your cup becomes too full to pick up comfortably for that first sip.” His arms crossed over his torso followed by a playful smile finding it’s way back onto his face once the shock had passed. “I prefer Blair Witch over Unfriended, though. You know, face to face jump scares instead of over Skype -- are there any scary movies about penpals?” He asked, interrupting himself. “It seems like there ought to be...”

    “ you mean like those tv shows everybody’s grandma watches? —  i’m pretty sure most of them don’t even know how to work a tv “ she teased furrowing her brows slightly “ well, i find it extremely boring “

“’Scuse me.” He states in a friendly yet offended tone, “I don’t know whether to be offended that you compared me to a grandmother or tell you to respect your elders -- “ Casey raised his eyebrows. “They clearly know how to have a good time -- you’re boring.” 

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Nolan watched her look at his plaque and then himself again, the artist presenting a cocky smile and raised eyebrows to show that he was, indeed, the man she was thinking of. But, then, there was no other words about him. No, ‘oh my god you’re him !!’ or asking for his autograph. Not even a change in expression. He was confused along with her. He wasn’t used to people not knowing who he was and, frankly, he was a little upset he wasn’t recognized. Where did she grow up ?? Under a damn rock ?? He scoffs lightly, mostly to himself, and shakes his head. ‘ Well, it’s nice to meet you, I suppose ‘ he said, the disappointment clear in his tone as he cleared his throat. ‘ First — FIRST ART GALLERY !? ‘ he was astonished. ‘ This is my sixth, Ms.Aceves ‘ he said, obviously offended, his eyes full of embarrassment. ‘ Do  you not know me ?? I’m a bestselling author, beloved actor, America’s favorite tv host and so much more shit. Nolan Hamilton. ‘ Maybe repeating his name would help.

The outburst was…shocking to say the least, making Loren flinch her greeting hand away from him and up to her shoulder, palm out as if she were just chastised by an angry police officer. She was about to apologize in her way for again, not being informed enough about art, she supposed but then the man started spouting off all of his other apparent achievements as if he were reading the introductory sentence of his resume. “Alright, wow, okay, Norman Hamilton, just breathe for a sec and let me think about it, yeah?” There was no doubt that his reaction had prompted a few looks from others in the relatively quiet gallery and if he was as known as he was adamant about, people would surely feel the need to start flocking over soon which she wasn’t very keen on. Her front teeth came down onto her bottom lip as she repeated the name over in her head, trying to match it up to one of the media outlets he’d listed; obviously his five other art galleries meant very little to her memory being this was her first and she could cross out America’s favorite TV host as she had spent most of her life in Scotland and even then, wasn’t much into the type of television that would require a host. If he really were in movies, perhaps…something. “…what sort of movies? Like what genre, I’m trying here, buddy.”

’ It amazes me that you can find all that shit even remotely interesting. ‘

“Hey – they wouldn’t make a ton of shows about crime scenes and docs about serial killers if people weren’t interested. I’m obviously not alone. I don’t know, I just find it all compelling…”