Keep us posted, we’re all behind you.
Leila917
–
Wow, what a great first post! Teeny bit jealous haha, wish I had someone writing me love letters! Really hope you find him Ava xx
‘You know what guys, I think I will,’ I said with a smile.
Chapter 11
Tracking down Adam Johnson didn’t turn out to be that hard. I found him on LinkedIn; he was apparently a freelance social media manager who worked mainly in the creative industries.
‘So does that mean he gets paid to be on Facebook and Twitter all day then?’ Fran asked, craning her neck to look at my computer screen.
‘I suppose it does in a way. It says here he increases a business or person’s public image through social media interaction and engagement.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘Not a clue,’ I admitted. ‘He looks fairly normal though, right?’
I turned my screen around to show her a picture of Adam giving a presentation in a smart grey suit. His russet-brown hair was still amazingly wavy and he was every bit as gorgeous as I remembered.
‘Yeah I reckon so. Mind you, aren’t the psychos in movies always really good-looking to lure the main character in? Look at Mads Mikkelsen in Hannibal,’ said Fran.
I ignored her, fired off a quick message to Adam then returned to my main focus of that day: my quirky Valentine’s Day story. The Kiss and Tell Ball was in just over two months’ time and I had no intention of letting Maddie McQueen beat me. I was still in two minds about whether to use Mr Writer as my story, so I’d already started work on one about Ivy and Leo. I pulled up Friends Reunited and my heart sank: no messages as yet.
Earlier that day, I’d made a profile on the website, explaining that I wanted to find a man called Leo Browning who’d travelled to New Orleans in the sixties and met a jazz singer named Ivy St Clair. In some corner of my mind, I’d imagined a message would ping through right away and my search would be over before I knew it.
However, that wasn’t the case.
‘So
this
is your idea of a quirky Valentine’s Day story? Reuniting a couple of crumblies?’
My eyes screwed shut as I realised Maddie was standing behind me. Dealing with her was the last thing I needed that day.
‘They’re not “crumblies”, as you put it. Ivy was a jazz singer back in New Orleans; she fell in love with an Englishman named Leo but he had to come back here to take over his family’s business when his dad died. Sorry if that doesn’t quite meet your exacting standards.’
Anger boiled and hissed inside me. How could she dismiss two such amazing people as “crumblies”? She didn’t even know them or their wonderful story.
‘Anyway, are
you
working on something better?’
Maddie scoffed. ‘Well of course I am; anything’s got to be better than your effort. I’m doing a modern take on the classic Cinderella story; a girl from humble beginnings meets a handsome prince, they fall in love and she goes off to live happily ever after with him.’
‘And that means?’ Fran shot her a withering glance and folded her arms whilst looking skywards. No one could convey disinterest or disdain like her.
‘
I’m
Cinderella, I’m going to find myself a handsome prince and create my very own happy-ever-after. I think I might’ve already found him actually.’
My heart sank even further; that wasn’t a totally ridiculous idea. In fact, knowing Maddie, she’d find a way to pull it off in spectacular fashion.
‘Oh yeah, and who might that be? Did Gerard Butler roll into town for the weekend, or maybe Brad Pitt?’ I asked with an innocent grin.
Maddie’s beady little eyes narrowed, making her look increasingly like a crow stalking some unsuspecting prey.
‘For your information, he’s a Premier League footballer with a fit body, plenty of money and a massive crush on me. Are you still chasing after your Mr Writer like a pathetic little puppy?’
A million responses congregated in my head, clamouring for my attention. I
Leila917
–
Wow, what a great first post! Teeny bit jealous haha, wish I had someone writing me love letters! Really hope you find him Ava xx
‘You know what guys, I think I will,’ I said with a smile.
Chapter 11
Tracking down Adam Johnson didn’t turn out to be that hard. I found him on LinkedIn; he was apparently a freelance social media manager who worked mainly in the creative industries.
‘So does that mean he gets paid to be on Facebook and Twitter all day then?’ Fran asked, craning her neck to look at my computer screen.
‘I suppose it does in a way. It says here he increases a business or person’s public image through social media interaction and engagement.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘Not a clue,’ I admitted. ‘He looks fairly normal though, right?’
I turned my screen around to show her a picture of Adam giving a presentation in a smart grey suit. His russet-brown hair was still amazingly wavy and he was every bit as gorgeous as I remembered.
‘Yeah I reckon so. Mind you, aren’t the psychos in movies always really good-looking to lure the main character in? Look at Mads Mikkelsen in Hannibal,’ said Fran.
I ignored her, fired off a quick message to Adam then returned to my main focus of that day: my quirky Valentine’s Day story. The Kiss and Tell Ball was in just over two months’ time and I had no intention of letting Maddie McQueen beat me. I was still in two minds about whether to use Mr Writer as my story, so I’d already started work on one about Ivy and Leo. I pulled up Friends Reunited and my heart sank: no messages as yet.
Earlier that day, I’d made a profile on the website, explaining that I wanted to find a man called Leo Browning who’d travelled to New Orleans in the sixties and met a jazz singer named Ivy St Clair. In some corner of my mind, I’d imagined a message would ping through right away and my search would be over before I knew it.
However, that wasn’t the case.
‘So
this
is your idea of a quirky Valentine’s Day story? Reuniting a couple of crumblies?’
My eyes screwed shut as I realised Maddie was standing behind me. Dealing with her was the last thing I needed that day.
‘They’re not “crumblies”, as you put it. Ivy was a jazz singer back in New Orleans; she fell in love with an Englishman named Leo but he had to come back here to take over his family’s business when his dad died. Sorry if that doesn’t quite meet your exacting standards.’
Anger boiled and hissed inside me. How could she dismiss two such amazing people as “crumblies”? She didn’t even know them or their wonderful story.
‘Anyway, are
you
working on something better?’
Maddie scoffed. ‘Well of course I am; anything’s got to be better than your effort. I’m doing a modern take on the classic Cinderella story; a girl from humble beginnings meets a handsome prince, they fall in love and she goes off to live happily ever after with him.’
‘And that means?’ Fran shot her a withering glance and folded her arms whilst looking skywards. No one could convey disinterest or disdain like her.
‘
I’m
Cinderella, I’m going to find myself a handsome prince and create my very own happy-ever-after. I think I might’ve already found him actually.’
My heart sank even further; that wasn’t a totally ridiculous idea. In fact, knowing Maddie, she’d find a way to pull it off in spectacular fashion.
‘Oh yeah, and who might that be? Did Gerard Butler roll into town for the weekend, or maybe Brad Pitt?’ I asked with an innocent grin.
Maddie’s beady little eyes narrowed, making her look increasingly like a crow stalking some unsuspecting prey.
‘For your information, he’s a Premier League footballer with a fit body, plenty of money and a massive crush on me. Are you still chasing after your Mr Writer like a pathetic little puppy?’
A million responses congregated in my head, clamouring for my attention. I
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