Far Away From L.A.
Story Summary: Dylan arrives ahead of production to a new filming location to get a break from L.A. It’s a small town in eastern Canada that’s remote and serene. While he’s enjoying the touch of anonymity that comes with filming in a rural town where most people couldn’t care less who he was, he meets Amelia.
Pairing: Dylan x OFC
Warnings: eventual smut, RPF, slight angst, general naughtiness
Authors Note: This chapter is thicc (12k) and A LOT happens. If you've been waiting for the goods. Get in there. I tried to deliver ;) Oh, and when you're done, BONUS content.
Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 / Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15 / Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18 / Chapter 19
Chapter 12: Incredible (Amelia POV)
Amelia was toiling her way through a day that felt like it would never end. It seemed like every hour was taking three. She’d been waiting six months for today—to get out of that basement and gain back her independence—so she couldn’t help but feel a bit like a pathetic little school girl because that wasn’t the reason she was so antsy for the day to end. But there were only thirty minutes left in her shift, so the torture was almost at an end.
She always spent the last part of her shift watering after the mid-day sun had passed, so she wandered around the grounds giving all the thirsty plants their daily drink until she made it to the greenhouse. She checked around, dead-heading a few flowers and pulling a few errant weeds before she grabbed an empty box from a fertilizer shipment and headed to her little hideaway.
The sun still held some heat to it as it spread across her back, warming her skin through her shirt. She smiled as she walked down the little path, letting her eyes flutter closed for just long enough to see Dylan’s smiling face in her mind’s eye. She unlocked the shed and set the box down on her desk. There were a few things that she thought she might like to have in her new place. A few little treasures and pieces of art she could maybe frame at some point.
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