A/N: I can't believe there hasn't been a story featuring Emma Stone yet! So here's my first story and my attempt to fill that void. Sorry that it's a bit long. I deeply appreciate all comments and feedback!
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I sat alone at a table in the corner of room. From there I could see everything. A bunch of dolled up college girls sat at a table over to my right. I could hear parts of their conversation from where I was. They were ragging on the stupid guys that screwed them over, the slutty girls who they deemed everybody hated. But nobody hated them. How could anybody hate them? They were gorgeous. It must be a privilege to even have been looking at them, to say I've seen them.
They never broke each other's gaze when they talked. Not once did they look around the room. They seemed oblivious to the fact anyone else was even in the room. They just assumed there was nothing worth looking at other than each other.
I could see a group of college guys across the room playing pool and drinking some brews. They weren't the gorgeous gym jocks, just average guys. But I could tell they were wild, crazy people at heart. But not a single one of them acted like it. Not in the presence of the goddesses across the room. They seemed to be so subdued, watching their every move so they didn't do something stupid. They all pretended to be focused on the game, on each other. But I caught every single one of them glancing over at the girls at least once. I felt sorry for them. I knew their dreams had a near zero chance of coming true. They should've just done what any other group of college guys would've done in this situation. Made a whole lot of noise and pissed off everybody else in the room. Besides, hot girls dig assholes.
I was so focused at watching the invisible tension between them that I hadn't even noticed the girls had broken their conversation. By that time they had all turned around to face the front of the bar, looking at some kind of commotion that was causing everybody to crowd around. Must've been important, if they decided to acknowledge there was a world around them. But even then I was only mildly interested, and I stayed in my seat to observe.
The crowd seemed to be moving, though, and parting like the red sea. Everybody on the outside was standing tall, trying to see what everybody on the inside was so damned excited about. And then I saw Moses, who was causing this rift in the crowd. That is, if Moses was a gorgeous woman with curly scarlet hair. She had a wide grin on her face and shook their hands as she walked over to a table not too far away from me. She was still smiling and meeting the slew of people who came over to her. Some people looked as if they were in shock and gonna pass out as I saw them mouth "I'm your biggest fan". The woman looked very humbled and touched as each new person approached her, confessing their love. And that's when I recognized her. I'd seen her in a couple of movies, and all I could remember was that she's hilarious. And sexy. I just had no idea what her name was.
I looked over to my right and saw that the table that was previously occupied by the bunch of beauties was now empty. They couldn't handle not being the centre of attention. I couldn't hold back a laugh, and I quickly looked around the room to see if anyone heard me. But I was alone. Everyone, except for me, was with Ms. Moviestar. Who, to my surprise, was looking at me. Maybe she was the only one who heard me laugh.
She had just finished signing an autograph when she dropped her pen behind her. I couldn't tell whether it was on purpose or an accident. But this allowed her to turn away from the crowd in front of her, and she used this opportunity to roll her eyes at me. I replied with a chuckle and a huge grin. The worst and best thing about being famous is the fame, I guess. She picked up her pen and returned to her fans. But the next time she looked at me, I got up with my drink and went out the door at the back, which lead to the front deck at the bow of the massive cruise ship we were on. It was an invitation without words, and I was very interested to see whether she would accept.
There was nobody else out on the deck, and for good reason. The temperature had plummeted, and with the breeze it was damn near freezing. But there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the moon was nearly full and lit up the sky and the ocean around the boat. But it was still freezing, and I was rubbing my forearms in a futile attempt to stay warm. I sat out there for several minutes, sipping on my gin which I had barely touched. Afraid I might freeze to death; I gave up on waiting and turned to go back inside. But there she was, ten feet from me, leaning on the railing. I mustn't have heard her come out over the sound of the wind in my ears. I cleared my throat.
"Managed to escape, did ya?" I asked her, trying to be clever.
"Had to kill a few people, but it was worth it," she said with a desperate laugh. She had a raspy, husky voice, but it was still very feminine.
"It's alright, I'm sure they died happy," I replied. For a moment I stood in silence. It was hard to get a good look at her in the dim light. "I'm Jack," I said, extending my hand. My name wasn't Jack. I don't know why I lied. She seemed confused, though, as if she didn't know how to respond. Maybe she'd forgotten how it was to be normal, to have somebody not know her by name.
"Emma," she replied, accepting it and trying to smile. Now I remembered her name, Emma Stone. She was a rising star, and had become very famous, very quick. She let out a big sigh and returned to gazing at the sea. She seemed exhausted.
"What brings you out on a cruise in the middle of the Mediterranean?"
"Well I needed a break, you know, from the taxing and frustrating life of an actress," she said sarcastically, turning to me.
"Well it's seems like you've come to the right place," I replied, grinning.
"Yes, definitely," she scoffed, flexing her hand as if it was sore. She sighed again. "Christ, I thought I was gonna be pretty safe half way around the damn world."
"You're quite the star now I guess, aren't you?" I stated. She shrugged. She looked like she needed a massage. Or a bottle of liquor.
"Want the rest of this?" I asked her, offering my glass of gin. She looked me in the eyes.
"Is that gin?" She asked. I nodded. "I'd love it," she said with excitement. She grabbed it from me and proceeded to chug the whole thing, not taking a break once. I could imagine the drink burning the whole way down. When she was finally finished, she started in a massive coughing fit. Probably a little stronger than she expected. She spluttered and coughed for several seconds before she could finally breathe again.
"So what brings you on this magnificent ship?" she asked weakly, still regaining her breath.
