Post by j3nnal31gh on Jul 25, 2007 1:27:08 GMT -5
Please don't laugh! This is my first attempt at a fanfic [shadow=red,left,300]EVER! [/shadow]Feedback and criticism are appreciated, as well as any suggestions/ideas. Here we go!...
By the way, this part is rated PG.
Electric - Pt. 1
What a prick. What an absolute prick. Here I had come, fifteen hours in my car. All the way from Montana, my home, to California. All to meet Apolo Anton Ohno and have him sign my copy of his new book and get a picture with him. What a waste. At least my job was flexible; I was a closed captioner for films about to be released and could pretty much work my own schedule. Still...
I knew I shouldn't have been chasing childhood dreams. I'm twenty-six, practically straight out of college and new to the job world; he's thirty-five, successful, and has everything in order. Ever since I was fifteen and saw him on Dancing With the Stars, I had been obsessed. I kept track of all of his speed skating events since then; all of his t.v. appearances. I was elated beyond the moon when he broke the medal record and won two gold in the 2010 Olympics and even happier when he got one more the next games; now he was probably going to retire. I guess I was compelled to finally meet my idol from my teen days.
He had always seemed to me as the nicest guy on Earth. So, when I walked into the crowded store and finally worked my way up to the table where he was wearing a classy brown leather jacket and jeans, I was scared. Very scared - he was as gorgeous as he'd ever been. But,when he gave me a smirk, asked me what my name was (I instantly replied "Jazz,") quickly wrote on the inside cover of his new book, and shoved it in my face and yelled "NEXT!," I felt like crying. I didn't even get a picture. But, still, he was a celebrity, so I wasn't going to say anything that would start trouble.
I was so dissapointed, I ran to my car and cried like a baby for an hour. He was my childhood idol, no, STILL my idol, and he had just treated me like complete crap. I thought, I knew, that he was nicer, sweeter, gentler than that. So what had just happened? I should've gotten a chance to talk with him, to get a snapshot with him; the store was pretty busy, but still. I had drove fifteen hours to see merely a glimpse of him.
When I started gathering my composure back, I opened up the book. When I read what he had written, I almost had a heart attack. I was so confused. Next to my name, he had written a phone number - was it his phone number? No it couldn't have been, right? It was signed with Love, Apolo (no middle or last name, like it was intimate) in a neat signature with a heart at the end.
What did this mean? I didn't get it. I never would, it seemed at the time. I was positive I'd never see or meet him again, so I shoved the book in a dresser drawer in my tiny Montana cabin where I lived alone with my mastiff Theo, and left it there.
In fact, that was not the last I saw of him. Two years later, I was in for the biggest shock of my life.
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That's Pt. 1! What do you think? Waste of time? I'm sorry; it's my first time writing a fanfic...please let me know if I should continue. Thanks so much.
--Jenna
ETA: I changed the name from Jenna to Jazz...I felt a little weird writing a story with my own name...I don't necessarily want to write myself into the story, if you know what I mean!
By the way, this part is rated PG.
Electric - Pt. 1
What a prick. What an absolute prick. Here I had come, fifteen hours in my car. All the way from Montana, my home, to California. All to meet Apolo Anton Ohno and have him sign my copy of his new book and get a picture with him. What a waste. At least my job was flexible; I was a closed captioner for films about to be released and could pretty much work my own schedule. Still...
I knew I shouldn't have been chasing childhood dreams. I'm twenty-six, practically straight out of college and new to the job world; he's thirty-five, successful, and has everything in order. Ever since I was fifteen and saw him on Dancing With the Stars, I had been obsessed. I kept track of all of his speed skating events since then; all of his t.v. appearances. I was elated beyond the moon when he broke the medal record and won two gold in the 2010 Olympics and even happier when he got one more the next games; now he was probably going to retire. I guess I was compelled to finally meet my idol from my teen days.
He had always seemed to me as the nicest guy on Earth. So, when I walked into the crowded store and finally worked my way up to the table where he was wearing a classy brown leather jacket and jeans, I was scared. Very scared - he was as gorgeous as he'd ever been. But,when he gave me a smirk, asked me what my name was (I instantly replied "Jazz,") quickly wrote on the inside cover of his new book, and shoved it in my face and yelled "NEXT!," I felt like crying. I didn't even get a picture. But, still, he was a celebrity, so I wasn't going to say anything that would start trouble.
I was so dissapointed, I ran to my car and cried like a baby for an hour. He was my childhood idol, no, STILL my idol, and he had just treated me like complete crap. I thought, I knew, that he was nicer, sweeter, gentler than that. So what had just happened? I should've gotten a chance to talk with him, to get a snapshot with him; the store was pretty busy, but still. I had drove fifteen hours to see merely a glimpse of him.
When I started gathering my composure back, I opened up the book. When I read what he had written, I almost had a heart attack. I was so confused. Next to my name, he had written a phone number - was it his phone number? No it couldn't have been, right? It was signed with Love, Apolo (no middle or last name, like it was intimate) in a neat signature with a heart at the end.
What did this mean? I didn't get it. I never would, it seemed at the time. I was positive I'd never see or meet him again, so I shoved the book in a dresser drawer in my tiny Montana cabin where I lived alone with my mastiff Theo, and left it there.
In fact, that was not the last I saw of him. Two years later, I was in for the biggest shock of my life.
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That's Pt. 1! What do you think? Waste of time? I'm sorry; it's my first time writing a fanfic...please let me know if I should continue. Thanks so much.
--Jenna
ETA: I changed the name from Jenna to Jazz...I felt a little weird writing a story with my own name...I don't necessarily want to write myself into the story, if you know what I mean!
I've never read a fanfic like this one, so *far* (comparatively) in the future, and I'd really like to see what you've got up your sleeve.... Write more, write more! 
and this story is awesome!! i cant imagine him being that way and actually leaving you his number haha thats funny 
but it leaves a question mark for us .. as for the reasoning of why he left the number.. good job! cant wait to read wat happens two years later ;D
I am on my way to read the second chapter. 
