[---]Hayden Christensen is a HOTT piece of ass[---] part 1... GET OUT OF MY WAY!!

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Created by AngelaFrank on Friday, December 30, 2005


I ran through a crowd of people, pushing quite a few of them away from their companions. My heart was in my throat.

Oh God, please don't let me be late, I silently prayed. I was in a country that was strange to me and I didn't know anyone, and dammit, I AM NOT GOING TO MISS THAT PLANE AND THESE PEOPLE SHOULD "GET OUT OF MY WAY!!".

Shit, I thought. I really have to stop ending my thoughts out loud.

I was getting glares from most of the people around me, but up ahead I could see my gate. I was so close!

"Final boarding call for flight 192 service to Albany" I heard. I was going to make it!

I finally reached the gate. Running up to the woman taking tickets, I thrust mine in her face and breathing heavily said, "Here! I'm not too late, am I?"

She looked at me strangely, looked at my ticket, and said in her English accent, "Ma'am, your plane won't board for another hour."

I opened my mouth, and looked at her, gaping. "Excuse me? I thought they just said final boarding for the flight to Albany."

"For flight 192, ma'am. The flight you're on is 716."

I shut my eyes for a long moment, embarrassed. "Thank you," I told the woman, before turning and sitting down in a waiting chair.

"Wow, you run fast," I heard a voice say behind me. I turned and was looking into the eyes of an incredibly beautiful, sexy, cute, hot, hott, and hawt man.

I turned in my chair so I was facing him. I saw amusement in his face, and I laughed quietly. "I feel bad now," I said. "I shouldn't have knocked over so many old ladies."

He laughed. "Why were you in such a hurry?"

"I was in Spain, and there was just a layover here. Our plane was late leaving, and I haven't changed my watch. I subtracted wrong, I guess," I finished with a smile. He laughed at me.

"That's not funny!" I protested. "I could have seriously injured some people. And I almost had a heart attack!" A smile was on my lips, one that matched his own.

"At least you made it," he said.

"Thank God for that," I said. "By the way, I'm Angela Frank." I put my hand out to shake his.

He gripped my hand tightly, and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden Christensen."

Realization hit me. "I know you!" I exclaimed loudly. "Well, I don't know you, but I know... Well, I guess I know you now, but I didn't used to know you. I knew who you were. Okay," I said, trying to straighten myself out. "I used to know who you are, and now I know you. You were in Star Wars, right?"

"Yeah," he said, obviously amused at my little demonstration of how much I can't talk. "So, what do you do?" he asked.

"I'm an actress," I said. "Oh really?" he asked.

"Oh, not like movies or anything," I said smiling. "I'm an actress on Broadway."

"That's cool! Do you sing and dance and stuff?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I'm pretty good at singing, but my dancing is... debatable. The only way I get by is because I practice dancing so much. Seriously, if a monkey practiced as much as I do, it would probably dance better than me."

He laughed. "So, are you in anything now?"

More in results! And a picture of the hottest guy ever!

He laughed. "So, are you in anything now?"

"Yeah, we're actually doing 'The Phantom of the Opera'. It's so popular again because of the movie, and the owner of the theatre is trying to draw a crowd."

"And who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Christine." I said.

He looked surprised. "Wow, a blonde Christine," he said, eyeing my curly locks.

"I wish. You should see the wig I wear. It's horrible!"

"Well, Jedi robes aren't so hot either." I smiled and was about to say something when I was interrupted by the ticket-taking-British-accented lady on the intercom. "Boarding will begin for flight 716, service to Albany."

Wow, had we really talked for an hour? "Where's your seat?" he asked.

He fumbled for his ticket, and looked closely at it. "I'm 4A," he said.

I looked down at my ticket. "4B," I said.

This was going to be a nice flight.


please please rate and message! You're here already! It won't take long. And Hayden will love you! And I will love you!
HOTNESS

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