Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
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The door flew open
“What do you want?” Theresa asked in a hostile tone.
“I-I umm.” Jessica stammered.
"OK, I paid you not to disturb me. Do you have something to tell me or what?" Theresa said in a hostile tone
"I have to..um.." Jessica couldn't stop the stuttering.
Just then she was saved from a strange noise up front.
Jessica immeditally got scared.
“What was that?” Theresa also heard the noise.
“I don't know.” Jessica whispered.
There was a slight pause.
“I'm going to go see.” Jessica said as she turned away.
“Wait.” Theresa stopped her. “At least bring someone who knows what they're doing.”
She said as she grabbed some pepper spray from her purse.
“What do you mean?” Jessica asked.
“I come from LA. Enough said.” She replied in a snotty tone.
The pair quietly snuck down the hallway, afraid of what was around the corner.
Theresa felt like she was in a horror films, and this was the point where the creepy music become louder.
And louder.
And. louder.
Jessica peered around the corner.
“Uncle Hank!” she screamed.
“What?” a confused Theresa mumbled to herself.
“J-Jessica.” The man stuttered his words.
“What are you doing here?” the small girl ran over to her uncle lying flat on the floor.
“I found Ethan knocked unconscious outside. I stumbled while trying jump over the desk.” He explained.
“Ethan Crane?” Jessica was shocked.
“I'll call an ambulance.” Jessica grabbed the phone and dialed 911.
While she was in the middle of talking Hank noticed a small, but irritated girl standing above him.
“You said he was knocked unconscious right?” she asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Was there a cell phone around him?” she asked.
Hank started to get sucpious.
“Yeah. I think it hit him in the temple or something.” Hank responded.
“OMG, I didn't mean to do that. But all those calls.” She started to ramble.
“Wait, that was your cell phone?” Hank stood up.
“I really didn't mean to hit him. I didn't even know he was there.” She went on.
“You realize that Ethan is a Crane.” He looked the girl straight in the eye.
“You mean the Crane's?”
“Yes. The Crane's. Richest family on Earth.” Hank explained.
“Well that's the end of my carear.” She spoke up.
“What's you carrear?” Hank asked.
Theresa just pointed to a magazine on the desk behind him.
Hank slowly turned around and glanced down at the magazine.
“Wait, you T-Theresa Jo-Johnson?” he questioned.
“Nothing I brag about.”
“OK, ambulance is on its way.” Jessica got off the phone only to find her Uncle staring with disbelief at the guest.
"OK, you live in town with the Crane's and you're stuttering at the sight of me. A fashion designer. Not a model." she pointed out.
"Actually I just think you look really hot." he stated.
"Ugh!" she turned her back to the typical male.
"Here, let me help you up." Jessica intruded while offering her hand to Hank.
"Thanks." he rose up on his own two feet.
"Where's that guy. I'll keep him company or something." Theresa tried to get out of the bed and breakfast.
"Wait." Jessica stopped her.
"What?" the brunette turned around.
"Why did you throw a phone at Ethan?"
"Look, you don't know my life. That phone would not stop ringing, being the drama queen I am, I didn't turn it off. I threw it out the window. I didn't know he was there. I'm sorry." she burst out.
Jessica and Hank just stood there, speechless.
"I'm going to make sure the unconcious guy is OK." she darted outside.
"Intresting guest." the man looked down at his neice.
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Theresa rushed outdoors trying to hide the tears that started to stain her cheeks.
"Nobody understands." she whispered to herself.
Theresa then started to look for the man she had knocked out, by accident.
He was even more handsome in person.
She had seen Ethan Crane in multiple magazines, before they lost their appeal, while growing up.
She remembered frantically searching for the latest picture or article of Kirk Cameron or Micheal J. Fox.
Every once in a while she would see a picture of the prized Crane boy and, like most females would, do a double take.
But that was before her fame, and the utter hate for all journalists that walked the Earth.
Theresa slowly leaned down, and softly stroked his cheek, knowing the possibilties of him awakening were highly unliklely.
"I'm sorry." she whispered while pulling her hand away from his pale cheek.
Expecting no response Theresa cointuned to speak.
"I think you could kind of relate to me. I sometimes can't stand the world. The many phone calls, the false headlines, you should know how it is. And sometimes I need to get away. This wasn't even a planned stop. Until a few hours ago I didn't even know of a town known as Harmony, Maine. Now I'm stranded here, in small town hell." she stopped upon hearing the ambulance in the distance.
"I guess this really is a small town."
