Post by britchick on Oct 9, 2007 7:52:04 GMT -5
OK - One more chapter of them being apart and then we will see more interation between A&J. I have taken this long to get them face to face because I wanted to try to portray Apolo's hurt and Julainne's fear as clearly as possible.
Again, this is dedicated to everyone who has been so welcoming and given me advice on how to improve my writing. A big thank you to you all!
Title - Apolo & Julianne - What Happened Next? Part 5
Author - Britchick1980
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - This story is a complete and utter figment of my imagination. I have never met either Apolo Anton Ohno or Julianne Hough and the occurrences in this story have been completely fabricated.
Note - Please note that this is my first attempt at writing fiction so please be kind! Any constructive criticism is most welcome because it is the only way in which I will be able to develop my writing skills. Also, please remember that I am British and therefore there will be some disparity in spelling etc.
What Happened Next ? (Part 5)
No matter how hard I tried, I could not sleep that night. The phone call with Apolo had left me shaken to the core and agitated.
He had sounded so cold, so business-like, not at all like the warm, free-spirited Apolo that I had known all those years ago.
But it wasn’t Apolo’s demeanour that had hurt me the most. It was the suspicion that I was responsible for the changes in him that plagued me as I laid in bed.
You stupid girl! What did you expect? Did you honestly think that as soon as he heard your voice all of his painful memories and hurt would be erased? You left him in the middle of the night to marry another man!
As the devil sat on my left shoulder finished this last sentence, the angel on my right shoulder spoke up to defend my actions.
"But you really did not have a choice Julianne. If you hadn’t left him and got married, Apolo’s life would have been totally ruined by now – his career in tatters and his all American golden boy status destroyed. Your father made it abundantly clear Julianne, that if you didn’t leave Apolo and marry a Mormon then he would go to the press with the information that the private detective had found out about Apolo – you really had no choice. You had to protect him at all cost; you could never have allowed that to happen – you loved him too much."
"You’ve ruined him anyway Julianne", the devil piped up again. "You’ve taken a lovely, caring gentlemen and turned him into a cold hearted animal devoid of all feeling."
“I didn’t mean too” I cried, sitting bolt upright in bed trying to get the voices in my head to stop but they ignored me.
"Be honest with him Julianne", the angel suggested, "tell him the truth, the reason behind why you left, he will understand!"
"No he won’t understand", the devil cackled, "Apolo is a man of his word. If he says he loves you then he would stick by you no matter what. He wouldn’t have left you had the situation been reversed Julianne, he would have stuck it out, took on the world and protected you through it all. In comparison you are weak Julianne Hough. Weak!"
"She is not weak", the angel retorted, "she did what she thought was best for him."
"She is weak! She gave up the man she loved too easily. She is weak."
“STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!” I screamed out, throwing the covers off me and getting out to bed. Was I going mad? Arguing with myself in the dead of night? I was beginning to feel like a schizophrenic as opposed to a person in conflict.
In an attempt to take my mind off Apolo past, present and future I went into the kitchen and made myself a coffee. Glancing at the clock on the cooker I realised that it was a lot later than I had thought and in about half an hour my alarm clock would be going off to wake me from my slumber. Obviously my internal battle had been going on for some time!
After finishing my coffee I sat for a further five minutes to calm myself and then I decided that since I was awake, I might as well take a shower and get ready for my meeting with Apolo, the extra time would come in useful. If I'm gonna get shot down – I may as well go down in a blaze of glory and looking smoking hot. Well that was the theory at least!
After showering, I carefully blow-dried my hair so that it fell in soft golden waves around by face and then carefully applied a little make-up to, or so I thought, accentuate my azure eyes.
Putting some of the make-up in my purse I then turned my attention to my closet.
Pulling it open I began to sifting through my clothes and pulling out the various garments that I particularly liked and placing them on the bed.
Choices, choices, choices. What to wear? The important question asked by women everywhere! Skirt or trousers? Smart or casual? Fresh and girly or dark and slightly vampy? Ahhhhhhhhh!
“Well whatever you wear Julianne” I told myself sternly, “Just make sure that it is warm – Vancouver can be bitter this time of year.”
After twenty minutes of trying on a number of different combinations and posing in front of the mirror from every conceivable angle I settled upon a leather pencil skirt, white blouse which had exaggerated cuffs and a pair of knee high black leather boots. Smart yet funky, feminine yet warm. Yes, that will do nicely.
Returning to the kitchen I set about fixing myself some breakfast. Just as I had taken my first mouthfull the phone rang. Reaching over from my position at the kitchen table I grabbed it.
“Hello?”
“Morning Jules” Derek said a little too cheerfully for this early in the morning.
“Hi Derek, everything OK? What are you doing up so early?” I asked him in between mouthfuls of cereal.
“Everything’s fine Jules,” Derek said laughing, “What on Earth are you doing? You sound like a cement mixer!”
“Oh sorry Derek, I’m just forcing down some breakfast before the taxi gets here to take me to the airport.” I said setting the sthingy down on the table beside my bowl.
“Are you nervous” Derek enquired softly sensing my vulnerability.
I sighed and bit my lip nervously. “Yes I am nervous Derek, I’m scared to death to be honest with you.
“I’ll be fine Jules” Derek reassured me, “Just be your usual friendly self and then when you two become properly re-acquainted you can explain everything to him. I’m sure he will understand.”
Those words transported me back to a few hours earlier and the personal battle that raged in my head between the devil in me and the angel. Uncertainty, doubt and confusion flooded me again knocking the wind out of me. Gasping for breath I thanked Derek for being so caring, bade him goodbye, threw away the remains of my breakfast and then sat in silence trying to steady my breathing until I heard the faint ‘honk’ of the Taxi Cab outside.
Grabbing my purse and jacket I made my way out of the house, locked the front door and offered up a silent prayer as I walked towards the taxi. Please let this meeting go OK. Please don’t hate me Apolo!
Getting in the back of the cab I confirmed with the driver that we were heading to LAX airport and then settled back into my seat. As I stared out of the window of the cab I realised that dawn was just breaking in LA giving the passing scenery an ethereal, haunting quality. By the time the Taxi Cab had pulled into my terminal at LAX I had been lulled into a light sleep.
I woke up to find the driver staring at me intently “Miss, miss we are here now” he said shaking my knee lightly. Yawning gently I reached into my purse, handed the driver the fare and a tip for his kindness, bade him goodbye and then headed into the airport.
The airport was teaming with people. It was only day break but already it was packed to the rafters with students heading on overseas travels and elderly people heading across country to see their families. As I queued up at the check-in desk my mind wandered. "I wonder what Apolo is doing right now", I thought. "Well given how early it is I imagine that he is still in bed you silly girl" I chastised myself.
Thinking about Apolo in his bed made me blush slightly from remembering all the hours we had spent together there. Rolling around, tickling each other, making love …… I was jolted back to reality by a tap on my shoulder from the man behind me in the line.
“Wakey wakey” he said cheerfully.
It was then that I noticed that the line in front of me had disappeared and that I was next to check –in. I walked up to the counter, answered the necessary security questions all with butterflies in my stomach. This was it – I was off to see Apolo. My Apolo.
You have no right to call him that Julianne! He was your Apolo, a long time ago, but you let him go and therefore have lost any right to refer to him as yours!
Sighing, I collect my tickets and headed through security and towards departures.
After hanging around in duty free for what felt like hours my flight was finally called. Picking up my purse and the perfumery bag with the bottle of perfume inside that I just couldn’t resist I headed for my gate.
As I settled into my seat on the plane and buckled up the butterflies in my stomach took flight once again in perfect co-ordination with the plane. Not long until you see him now girly! Despite the nerves and the fear as I dozed off I felt a soft smile creep across my face.
I woke to the captain announcing our descent into Vancouver airport. Peering out of the window, I studied the snow capped mountains noticing how the sun’s reflection on the snow made the mountains look like they were covered with millions of diamonds. I lost myself in the beauty of those mountains for a short time only being disturbed by the painful popping of my ears. Taking a sweet from the air-hostess I popped it in my mouth and prepared for landing.
As I walked through the corridors of Vancouver airport my heart rate soared. I knew that every step I took was a step closer to Apolo, a step closer to having to talk to him and a step closer to having to deal with his pain.
After filtering through passport control and avoiding the queues at baggage collection I made a quick stop at the ladies rest room to touch up my make-up, run a comb through my hair and squirt a little of my new perfume on.
Stepping back to examine myself in the mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw from the neck down. My face however looked pale and my eyes haunted. Snatching the blusher from my purse I applied a little to hide my pallor and then swung open the door of the rest room and walked back out into the corridor.
As I made my way towards the exit door at the end of the corridor, my breath caught in my lungs and my legs turned to jello. My legs were shaking as I took those final steps towards the automatic exit doors.
As the exit doors opened the hustle and bustle of the arrivals lounge greeted me. Stepping through the entrance my heart leaped into my throat as my sixth sense kicked in and I could feel his eyes upon me. From which direction they were coming from I did not know but he was definitely here somewhere looking at me
Becoming slightly self conscious, I bit my lip and rapidly scanned the crowd around me trying to locate him. I was just about to give up and get a coffee when I caught sight of a red bandana. It was only a quick glimpse, a flash really, but it was enough for me to be sure that it was him.
I made my way though the crowds to the place where the flash of red had come from but he wasn’t there. “Where on Earth are you Apolo” I sighed to myself nervously. What if he has changed his mind? Decided that facing me would bring up too many bad memories?
Switching on my cell I decided to be proactive and call him. Just as I was waiting for the network to register, tapping my foot impatiently, the crowd parted in front of me as if by magic and there he was looking as beautiful as he had done three years ago.
I took a second to drink him in. His shiny dark hair which was secured by the red bandana licked at the collar of his equally scarlet shirt which fitted his toned torso like a second skin and dark jeans covered his strong legs. Even from this distance I could see his brown eyes studying me intently. They had an amber glow to them which reminded me of the embers of a fire. He was gorgeous.
My breath caught in my lungs for what felt like the millionth time that day and I was torn between running into his arms like two lovers being re-united and running away back into the heart of the airport. If the first option of the two was the most inviting then the second was the most compelling. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with all of this.
“Fortune favours the bold Julianne” I told myself as I swept a stray lock of hair from my face and took my first hesitant steps towards him.
Author's Note - I hope you all like it .... please leave comments so I know whether to continue or not and any suggestions that you have which I will try to incorporate.
Thanks
Again, this is dedicated to everyone who has been so welcoming and given me advice on how to improve my writing. A big thank you to you all!
Title - Apolo & Julianne - What Happened Next? Part 5
Author - Britchick1980
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - This story is a complete and utter figment of my imagination. I have never met either Apolo Anton Ohno or Julianne Hough and the occurrences in this story have been completely fabricated.
Note - Please note that this is my first attempt at writing fiction so please be kind! Any constructive criticism is most welcome because it is the only way in which I will be able to develop my writing skills. Also, please remember that I am British and therefore there will be some disparity in spelling etc.
What Happened Next ? (Part 5)
No matter how hard I tried, I could not sleep that night. The phone call with Apolo had left me shaken to the core and agitated.
He had sounded so cold, so business-like, not at all like the warm, free-spirited Apolo that I had known all those years ago.
But it wasn’t Apolo’s demeanour that had hurt me the most. It was the suspicion that I was responsible for the changes in him that plagued me as I laid in bed.
You stupid girl! What did you expect? Did you honestly think that as soon as he heard your voice all of his painful memories and hurt would be erased? You left him in the middle of the night to marry another man!
As the devil sat on my left shoulder finished this last sentence, the angel on my right shoulder spoke up to defend my actions.
"But you really did not have a choice Julianne. If you hadn’t left him and got married, Apolo’s life would have been totally ruined by now – his career in tatters and his all American golden boy status destroyed. Your father made it abundantly clear Julianne, that if you didn’t leave Apolo and marry a Mormon then he would go to the press with the information that the private detective had found out about Apolo – you really had no choice. You had to protect him at all cost; you could never have allowed that to happen – you loved him too much."
"You’ve ruined him anyway Julianne", the devil piped up again. "You’ve taken a lovely, caring gentlemen and turned him into a cold hearted animal devoid of all feeling."
“I didn’t mean too” I cried, sitting bolt upright in bed trying to get the voices in my head to stop but they ignored me.
"Be honest with him Julianne", the angel suggested, "tell him the truth, the reason behind why you left, he will understand!"
"No he won’t understand", the devil cackled, "Apolo is a man of his word. If he says he loves you then he would stick by you no matter what. He wouldn’t have left you had the situation been reversed Julianne, he would have stuck it out, took on the world and protected you through it all. In comparison you are weak Julianne Hough. Weak!"
"She is not weak", the angel retorted, "she did what she thought was best for him."
"She is weak! She gave up the man she loved too easily. She is weak."
“STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!” I screamed out, throwing the covers off me and getting out to bed. Was I going mad? Arguing with myself in the dead of night? I was beginning to feel like a schizophrenic as opposed to a person in conflict.
In an attempt to take my mind off Apolo past, present and future I went into the kitchen and made myself a coffee. Glancing at the clock on the cooker I realised that it was a lot later than I had thought and in about half an hour my alarm clock would be going off to wake me from my slumber. Obviously my internal battle had been going on for some time!
After finishing my coffee I sat for a further five minutes to calm myself and then I decided that since I was awake, I might as well take a shower and get ready for my meeting with Apolo, the extra time would come in useful. If I'm gonna get shot down – I may as well go down in a blaze of glory and looking smoking hot. Well that was the theory at least!
After showering, I carefully blow-dried my hair so that it fell in soft golden waves around by face and then carefully applied a little make-up to, or so I thought, accentuate my azure eyes.
Putting some of the make-up in my purse I then turned my attention to my closet.
Pulling it open I began to sifting through my clothes and pulling out the various garments that I particularly liked and placing them on the bed.
Choices, choices, choices. What to wear? The important question asked by women everywhere! Skirt or trousers? Smart or casual? Fresh and girly or dark and slightly vampy? Ahhhhhhhhh!
“Well whatever you wear Julianne” I told myself sternly, “Just make sure that it is warm – Vancouver can be bitter this time of year.”
After twenty minutes of trying on a number of different combinations and posing in front of the mirror from every conceivable angle I settled upon a leather pencil skirt, white blouse which had exaggerated cuffs and a pair of knee high black leather boots. Smart yet funky, feminine yet warm. Yes, that will do nicely.
Returning to the kitchen I set about fixing myself some breakfast. Just as I had taken my first mouthfull the phone rang. Reaching over from my position at the kitchen table I grabbed it.
“Hello?”
“Morning Jules” Derek said a little too cheerfully for this early in the morning.
“Hi Derek, everything OK? What are you doing up so early?” I asked him in between mouthfuls of cereal.
“Everything’s fine Jules,” Derek said laughing, “What on Earth are you doing? You sound like a cement mixer!”
“Oh sorry Derek, I’m just forcing down some breakfast before the taxi gets here to take me to the airport.” I said setting the sthingy down on the table beside my bowl.
“Are you nervous” Derek enquired softly sensing my vulnerability.
I sighed and bit my lip nervously. “Yes I am nervous Derek, I’m scared to death to be honest with you.
“I’ll be fine Jules” Derek reassured me, “Just be your usual friendly self and then when you two become properly re-acquainted you can explain everything to him. I’m sure he will understand.”
Those words transported me back to a few hours earlier and the personal battle that raged in my head between the devil in me and the angel. Uncertainty, doubt and confusion flooded me again knocking the wind out of me. Gasping for breath I thanked Derek for being so caring, bade him goodbye, threw away the remains of my breakfast and then sat in silence trying to steady my breathing until I heard the faint ‘honk’ of the Taxi Cab outside.
Grabbing my purse and jacket I made my way out of the house, locked the front door and offered up a silent prayer as I walked towards the taxi. Please let this meeting go OK. Please don’t hate me Apolo!
Getting in the back of the cab I confirmed with the driver that we were heading to LAX airport and then settled back into my seat. As I stared out of the window of the cab I realised that dawn was just breaking in LA giving the passing scenery an ethereal, haunting quality. By the time the Taxi Cab had pulled into my terminal at LAX I had been lulled into a light sleep.
I woke up to find the driver staring at me intently “Miss, miss we are here now” he said shaking my knee lightly. Yawning gently I reached into my purse, handed the driver the fare and a tip for his kindness, bade him goodbye and then headed into the airport.
The airport was teaming with people. It was only day break but already it was packed to the rafters with students heading on overseas travels and elderly people heading across country to see their families. As I queued up at the check-in desk my mind wandered. "I wonder what Apolo is doing right now", I thought. "Well given how early it is I imagine that he is still in bed you silly girl" I chastised myself.
Thinking about Apolo in his bed made me blush slightly from remembering all the hours we had spent together there. Rolling around, tickling each other, making love …… I was jolted back to reality by a tap on my shoulder from the man behind me in the line.
“Wakey wakey” he said cheerfully.
It was then that I noticed that the line in front of me had disappeared and that I was next to check –in. I walked up to the counter, answered the necessary security questions all with butterflies in my stomach. This was it – I was off to see Apolo. My Apolo.
You have no right to call him that Julianne! He was your Apolo, a long time ago, but you let him go and therefore have lost any right to refer to him as yours!
Sighing, I collect my tickets and headed through security and towards departures.
After hanging around in duty free for what felt like hours my flight was finally called. Picking up my purse and the perfumery bag with the bottle of perfume inside that I just couldn’t resist I headed for my gate.
As I settled into my seat on the plane and buckled up the butterflies in my stomach took flight once again in perfect co-ordination with the plane. Not long until you see him now girly! Despite the nerves and the fear as I dozed off I felt a soft smile creep across my face.
I woke to the captain announcing our descent into Vancouver airport. Peering out of the window, I studied the snow capped mountains noticing how the sun’s reflection on the snow made the mountains look like they were covered with millions of diamonds. I lost myself in the beauty of those mountains for a short time only being disturbed by the painful popping of my ears. Taking a sweet from the air-hostess I popped it in my mouth and prepared for landing.
As I walked through the corridors of Vancouver airport my heart rate soared. I knew that every step I took was a step closer to Apolo, a step closer to having to talk to him and a step closer to having to deal with his pain.
After filtering through passport control and avoiding the queues at baggage collection I made a quick stop at the ladies rest room to touch up my make-up, run a comb through my hair and squirt a little of my new perfume on.
Stepping back to examine myself in the mirror, I was satisfied with what I saw from the neck down. My face however looked pale and my eyes haunted. Snatching the blusher from my purse I applied a little to hide my pallor and then swung open the door of the rest room and walked back out into the corridor.
As I made my way towards the exit door at the end of the corridor, my breath caught in my lungs and my legs turned to jello. My legs were shaking as I took those final steps towards the automatic exit doors.
As the exit doors opened the hustle and bustle of the arrivals lounge greeted me. Stepping through the entrance my heart leaped into my throat as my sixth sense kicked in and I could feel his eyes upon me. From which direction they were coming from I did not know but he was definitely here somewhere looking at me
Becoming slightly self conscious, I bit my lip and rapidly scanned the crowd around me trying to locate him. I was just about to give up and get a coffee when I caught sight of a red bandana. It was only a quick glimpse, a flash really, but it was enough for me to be sure that it was him.
I made my way though the crowds to the place where the flash of red had come from but he wasn’t there. “Where on Earth are you Apolo” I sighed to myself nervously. What if he has changed his mind? Decided that facing me would bring up too many bad memories?
Switching on my cell I decided to be proactive and call him. Just as I was waiting for the network to register, tapping my foot impatiently, the crowd parted in front of me as if by magic and there he was looking as beautiful as he had done three years ago.
I took a second to drink him in. His shiny dark hair which was secured by the red bandana licked at the collar of his equally scarlet shirt which fitted his toned torso like a second skin and dark jeans covered his strong legs. Even from this distance I could see his brown eyes studying me intently. They had an amber glow to them which reminded me of the embers of a fire. He was gorgeous.
My breath caught in my lungs for what felt like the millionth time that day and I was torn between running into his arms like two lovers being re-united and running away back into the heart of the airport. If the first option of the two was the most inviting then the second was the most compelling. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with all of this.
“Fortune favours the bold Julianne” I told myself as I swept a stray lock of hair from my face and took my first hesitant steps towards him.
Author's Note - I hope you all like it .... please leave comments so I know whether to continue or not and any suggestions that you have which I will try to incorporate.
Thanks
I'm wondering too about what the dectective found out on Apolo. I'm lovin' this fanfic, so more please. 
