[Open] Flight Back To Normalcy

[Ethan John Fox]

Ethan sat up tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt the plane starting to descend. His schedule was starting to wear him down. If he wasn’t shooting the movie he was trying to make sure that his school work was taken care of, plus working out, trying to keep up with is friends back home, keep up with what was happening between him and Natalia now. He smiled faintly, thinking back on how they had come so far in such a short amount of time in his opinion. He’d told her he loved her, and though he hadn’t been worried, she’d said she loved him too. He had literally just finished filming a scene this morning and had hopped straight onto a plane. He wouldn’t get to be in New York for long, but it was long enough to sort of get a sense of himself back. This movie career business wasn’t him. Long periods of time away from your family, people recognizing you just because you were being filmed. He wanted to go on a run through Central Park, have soccer practice with the team, grab dinner with his brother, see how Anthony was doing. He knew Natalia had the day off tomorrow as well, but they’d seen each other so often lately he didn’t think she would have a problem with him going home. He just wanted to feel like himself for a moment, remember that the guy on set wasn’t who he really was. He just didn’t want to lose himself in all of this. And the first thing he was going to do was grab his soccer ball and head to the fields on campus. It was to the point where he was even considering going to his actual class on Monday instead of sending work in. He wanted to sit in the classroom. Plus, it was Sunday. He wanted to be around someone he could crack a beer open with and watch the football game while grilling ridiculous amounts of meat outside on the deck.

Ethan took his phone out, debating between whether or not he should call Claire or Dalton first. Dalton was in town, and would stay in town so he could always get ahold of him. He wasn’t sure what Claire’s plans were with Shane for the day so he might as well give her a ring. He wasn’t sure when the last time Claire and Dalton had spoken to one another and he didn’t want her to feel like she was being outcast from their family. Ethan took down his overboard bag, pulling the strap over his shoulder casually before he strolled off the plane. He’d only brought his carry-on, anything else he would need would be at home, and there was no sense in wasting so much time packing and unpacking when his time home was limited anyways. Ethan looked down, scrolling through is numbers to find Claire before he held the phone up to his ear. After talking for a few moments, he sighed, knowing that Claire was trying to be polite but wanted to get off the phone. ‘ Shane’s taking me to lunch at his old hang out spot.. sorry, can I call you later?” Ethan smirked faintly. He never expected Shane and Claire. But hey, he was keeping her out of trouble and probably vice versa. “ Yeah, I’ll talk to you later kid. Love you,” Ethan looked down at his phone, hanging up when he saw that he had a text message. Ah, from Shane. Ethan kept his eyes on his phone, typing out a message to respond to him when he stumbled over himself. He felt the luggage fall to the ground after he ran into it before he actually saw what he had run into. “ Oh, I’m so sorry… I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologized, leaning down to quickly pick up the luggage that he had caused to fall to the floor.

[Rose Elliot Madison]

Rosie had stopped in the middle of the floor, trying to hold her bags up and text Madeline because she couldn't walk and text at the same time int eh airport without knowing she would run into at least someone. She was trying to save someone getting knocked into by an amazon model who although looked graceful on screen and on camera, in normal day to day life she often found she had two left feet. Over stupid things. Like tripping over herself. Or on a crack int eh side walk. Or over a cord. It was mostly because she hardly ever paid attention to where she was going, hence the stopping in the middle of the airport to text. She sent her text to Madeline, "Hey sexyyyy girl, just got of my plane can't wait to see your gorgeous asssss " Before she could place her phone back into her purse for safe keeping, she felt herself being bumped, dropping her bags, and she saw her coffee spill to the floor. "Whoa," she said, stumbling back, but caught herself. She looked up, seeing the guy that had run into her, adjusting her purse on her arm, "Oh it's okay. Usually I'm the one running into people, never watch where I'm going. This is a shock actually." She laughed, looking at the guy, and then she recognized him. Wasn't he in that new Nicholas Sparks movie, the Natalia Richmond? He was. Rosie tried to keep up on stuff in the world like, who was dating who, who had new music coming out, what designers were hot. You know, important stuff. And this guys she'd seen in pictures on some gossip blog with Natalia Richmond, doing a movie, dating or something. "Hey! You're that guy, in that new movie, the one with Natalia Richmond! That's funny I never run into people like this. Well I do, run into people, literally, Just not people in movies." She shrugged, reaching down to pick up her coffee that she would now throw away. Dang. "I'm sorry really, shouldn't have been standing in the way here."


Outfit

[Ethan John Fox]

Ethan dropped his carry-on onto the ground, leaning down so he could straighten the strangers luggage for her and stood back up, wincing as he realized that he had knocked over her coffee as well. “ I am sorry..” he repeated. He narrowed his eyebrows when he noted her accent, something that always sort of caught his attention since he carried one from elsewhere as well. When he looked up at her, he grinned out of relief that she wasn’t furious with him. He picked his duffel bag back up, wincing slightly as she recognized him. How was that even possible? The movie wasn’t released yet. He took in a deep breath but then sighed as he remembered the gossip blogs. “ Oh, no.. that’s not me” he said, shaking his head quickly. Having famous friends in his life was one thing, but that wasn’t a life he ever wanted for himself. To be recognized? It made him completely uncomfortable, and he felt like it put him in this fishbowl for everyone to stare at.

“ Actually, my name’s Ethan Fox” he said, offering his hand out to her as he introduced himself. He licked his lips as he looked down at the coffee that had spilled on the ground. He hadn’t anticipated texting Shane would cost him this much. “ And apparently I owe you a coffee,”. He laughed as she apologized and tilted his head in confusion. “ Why are you apologizing when you’re the one who got ran over? Force of habit?” he asked, smiling as he looked over at her. Ethan took in another deep breath, looking over his shoulder for the nearest coffee stand. There was a Starbucks with a few tables clustered in front of it. “ If I may..” he said, gesturing to her luggage. It was one thing to knock her over, he wasn’t going to make her take her own luggage over there as well. He leaned down, pulling up the handle of her luggage before he headed over to the coffee shop, wheeling her luggage up to a table. “ I won’t force you to sit down with me. I’m sure you’ve got somewhere to be,” he said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet as he walked up to the stand.

[Rose Elliot Madison]

Rosie shrugged, "Oh no, it's fine." She raised an eyebrow when he completely denied the fact that he was acting in a film, but she figured maybe that kind of fame made him uncomfortable so she figured she'd just go with it. "Okay... Ethan Fox who is not in movies, you do kind of owe me a coffee don't you? I'm Rosie by the way, Rosie Madison." She laughed, "I'll take you up on that offer." Ethan made a joke about her apologizing and she grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, force of habit. Sometimes I seem to have two left feet." She shrugged, following him and thanked him for taking her luggage. She liked that he was tall. Because she was tall. And she liked having conversations where she didn't have to look down. Which happened quite a lot. She laughed though when he said he wasn't going to force her to sit with him, "Oh I don't have anywhere to be, at least not anywhere that can't wait a little bit longer." Rosie set her bag down on the table when Ethan went up to the stand to get her a replacement coffee and felt a hand tap her shoulder. She turned around to see two girls, assumably sisters, one only a few years younger than Rosie herself and the other smaller. Probably high school and middle school aged. The older sister asked, "Rosie? Sorry to bother you, we saw you from over there, you wouldn't mind taking a picture with us would you?" Both girls looked comfy for travel with pink sweats on and uggs. Rosie smiled, "Oh, no of course not, sure." A boy who was probably their brother had a camera and Rosie put an arm around each sister, smiling while he snapped the picture. The girls thanked her both grinning, "Oh you're welcome, it was nice meeting you both," and hugged them each, waving when they walked away. Rosie honestly didn't mind fans like that, they were just a couple of kids after all. One picture couldn't hurt here and there, and they'd both been so polite. She turned back around and sat down, checking her phone for a text back from Madeline and looked to see if Ethan was still getting coffee. He seemed like a nice enough guy.

[Ethan John Fox]

Ethan looked down at his wallet, taking his credit card out before he slid his wallet back into his back pocket. He looked over the menu before he looked back at Rosie. Whatever she had spilled hadn’t been a frozen drink or a fruity one. He smiled as he came to the counter, ordering two tall coffee’s, figuring she could have milk and cream to whatever she wanted. She really was a pretty girl, all situations aside. When he picked up the two coffee’s he turned around in time to see Rosie taking a picture with two girls. Fans? Just when you thought you met someone normal. He scratched the side of his jaw with his thumb, carefully moving it away from the coffee cup before he came over to the table nearest her luggage. “ Delivery,” he said, setting the coffee down. So she was gorgeous, and apparently famous. For something. He sat down, finding himself intrigued. “ So… Rosie Madison. What is it that you d-“ he stopped, looking back over his shoulder at the girls that had taken the picture with her and then turned back to face her, pointing his finger at her from lifting it off his cup.

“ You’re an angel,” he said, making the connection from the clothing line the girls were wearing and what Rosie’s job had been. He took a drink of his coffee, remembering back quickly to how Claire had said she was being Madeline for Halloween, talking about how she had a best friend. Rosie. He leaned forward, setting his cup of coffee down. “ Now why would Rosie Madison be impressed by meeting a nobody?” he asked, giving a small smile. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, “ Here’s a little inside scoop,” he said twirling his coffee cup a few times. “ Born and raised in Australia. Going to school at NYU for political science with a minor in criminal justice. Captain of the soccer team. Older brother, younger sister. In fact, you’ve probably met her a time or two. Claire Fox. Um.. what else.. No I think that’s about it that hasn’t been put on the internet about me. Your turn,” he said, lifting his cup of coffee back to his lips.

[Rose Elliot Madison]

Rosie smiled when he sat down and handed her her coffee, "Thank you, you really didn't have to you know, I probably would have spilled it myself had you not come along." She laughed to herself, "But I do appreciate it." Just as Ethan was about to ask her what it was that she did, he stopped himself, probably having put two and two together. Well. People tended to figure it out fairly quickly. And she wasn't ashamed of it either, she loved her job. Like, loved, loved it. But it was also just her job. It didn't define her. And she certainly didn't view herself as some big celebrity at all. She was no Natalia Richmond, just a girl who modeled clothes and a lot of teenage girls seemed to recognize her, but that was about it. Ethan looked at her, saying she was an angel. Rosie smiled sheepishly, shrugging, "Guilty." But when he asked her why she'd be impressed she just shook her head, "You're not a no body, you're Ethan." She laughed and added, "Who does not act in any upcoming movies whatsoever. I don't know where anyone could possibly get that idea," she smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. She leaned back, crossing her arms and listened carefully to what he was saying. Hmmm. S he was more then meets the eye. Not your typical aspiring actor. In fact, he made it sound like he wasn't aspiring to be an actor at all. Interesting. Rosie leaned back forward, resting her chin in her hands, "Australia huh? That's really cool. And NYU. So Ethan, who doesn't act in movies, what kind of job do you plan on getting with that degree? I only ask because I just started college and I have no idea what to study," she laughed. For some reason she had a habit of asking people about their careers. Probably because modeling had never been her first career choice and though she loved it to death, she knew she wanted to find something else to do when she couldn't model lingerie anymore. "Oh, you know, I have met your sister Claire, she's such a sweetheart. She's in ballet isn't she? At that big ballet school, excuse my lack of knowledge about the ballet world."

Rosie sighed when he asked her about herself, "Well what is there to know really? I'm from England originally, I have one sister. I model for Victoria Secret and I love it, except I know it won't last forever, so I also go to NYU, actually, but I'm just taking general classes. I wish I knew what I wanted to study but I really have no idea. I like long walks on the beach, and picnics in the park. And also, I sometimes answer to Elliot, depending on who you are." She smiled, sipping her coffee and then set it back down.

[Ethan John Fox]

Ethan chuckled to himself as she continued to point out that he was Ethan, who was not in an upcoming movie. Well, atleast she was making light of the fact that he had tried lying to her by saying it wasn’t him. “ I’m not sure where anyone would get that idea either,” he said seriously before he gave a crooked smirk and focused back on his coffee. His phone had been on for a while now and he hadn’t felt it vibrate in his pocket yet, so he figured there was no real point to getting back to the real world just yet. He watched her as she leaned forward and placed her hand under her chin, asking him what he planned to do with his degree. “ Well most people would become a lawyer or enter the executive branch somehow, become a detective or something. I think I’d much rather become a teacher,.. or maybe a professor. If I was a teacher first I’d enjoy coaching the local football team or something. But uh,…otherwise I’d also enjoy being sort of a “behind-the-scenes” guy for a political party. Being a politician is far too much limelight for me,” he grinned, holding the cup to his lips before he took a quick drink. Ethan laughed quietly as she talked about Claire, then apologized for her lack of knowledge in the ballet world. “ Trust me, I wish I knew less. No guy my age should know the difference between a pirouette, a fouette, fifth and third position or the moral implications behind the Black Swan. I wish I knew less.. but yes, she’s attending the American Ballet Academy. he said proudly, thinking back on how much he actually did miss her now that she had moved out. Though he still found it sort of pointless that she did. She moved out to escape one of his friends, and found herself dating another one of them. He just needed to stop making male friends.

Ethan looked back to Rosie as she started to explain herself and a bit of who she was. He liked that she had a head on her shoulders, knew that modeling wouldn’t last forever. It was silly in his opinion for people in ‘the business’ to not have a fall back plan. All of the fame could be gone in an instant, and then what? “ Is your sister older or younger? And is she here or back in England?” he questioned, looking back over at her. Considering they knew people that ran in the same circle, it wasn’t inconceivable that he would see her again and he didn’t want to seem like there was a lack of getting to know her. It would be awkward to half ass meet someone then only wave at them at a party later on and pretend like you knew all about them. “ Long walks on the beach are overrated. Short walks on the beach are nice. It’s too tempting to jump in” he said before he realized what she had said about being called Elliot. He made a confused expression before laughing, “ I’m sorry, what? Elliot?” Ethan leaned back in his chair, wondering if he was honestly keeping her from something important or not.

[Rose Elliot Madison]

Rosie listened while he explained what he would do with his degree once he got it. HE was right, she was expecting him to say he wanted to be like, a detective or something. But once he said teacher she smiled. She could kind of see that. "Yeah, I think I could see you being a teacher. You know, standing in front of a class, lecturing, all that. Hmm." Interesting. So he was probably really smart. Hey. smart was sexy. And Rosie saw sexy all the time but finding smart people to associate with was a whole other story. Ethan went on to explain about Claire being in the American Ballet Academy. Now that was something that took dedication. And perseverance. Rosie thought it must be a really competitive career choice for her, but if she was in the academy, she must be good. "Aww you sound so proud. That's nice that you are all here in the city so you can see each other." Rosie crossed her legs knee over knee, placing her hands on her knee casually, "My sister is younger, she's still in England. Although," Rosie laughed, shaking her head, "I know she's dying to move out here since I did for work. I told my dad she could live with me but he wants her to finish school. I think she'll go to university here though so I'm kind of excited." Rosie smiled, thinking of her sister, like her miniature. She missed that kid. She made a mental note to call her sister later.

Rosie swirled her coffee in its cup, smiling broadly and shook her head when Ethan asked her about being called Elliot. "Oh, ha. Well, my dad never had any sons and I know he wanted one but he just got me and my sister. Both of our middle names are boys names." Rosie laughed, pointing to herself, "Rose Elliot. Dad wishes I was a boy I think, he just calls me Elliot." She rolled her eyes, but smiled none the less. "Dad means well, he thinks he's a very funny guy. But I pretty much answer to any combination of the two." Rosie eyed him, "What made you move here from Australia anyways? Just school?"