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Owen Wilson Fiction
Weekend Update
B R I D G E T L A I N E - Star Catcher
Saturday, 21 August 2004
Totally Wasted
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Weekend Update
This has been a totally wasted Saturday... Soooo much to do and I've been on the internet most of the afternoon! I've been having trouble getting connected and when I finally did, I've been like a kid in a candy store, surfing... Surfing in the massive waves of the internet ocean.. That's pretty lame, huh?? Well, I've made up my mind to pry myself loose from this machine (for a little while). I have to get out and live life instead of just writing about it! Reach for the dream..
Later,
B

Posted by bridgetlaine at 5:46 PM EDT
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Monday, 16 August 2004
Falling For Owen
Topic: Owen Wilson Fiction
Lauren was exhausted from an exhilarating afternoon of skiing lessons. She had thought she was in good shape until her muscles began to ache and she discovered that a little more than her ego was bruised. Lauren, Gwen and Taylor now huddled close to the fireplace at the Denver Ski Lodge.
"You might know," Taylor quipped, "They're forecasting a blizzard."
"Well, I'm ready for a break from skiing anyway," replied Lauren. "I don't remember ever falling down so much in my life. Maybe if I weren't so clumsy!" she exclaimed as she turned and glanced across the lobby. "Speaking of falling, I could totally fall for that guy over there."
"That guy with the dark glasses?" questioned Gwen.
"Yeah," answered Lauren. "He looks like Owen!"
"You mean the actor you're so in love with?" retorted Taylor. "No way."
"Even with those sunglasses," Lauren exclaimed. "I can tell by that perfectly crooked nose of his."
"You're really losing it, Lauren," said Gwen.
"I guess you're right," she answered, disappointed. "It couldn't be Owen Wilson, could it?"
"Whoever he is, he's kind of cute," Gwen said. "Lauren, why don't you go introduce yourself?"
"I suppose I could," agreed Lauren. As she started across the lobby, the mystery man disappeared out the front door.
"Maybe later," said Taylor.
"Maybe," Lauren murmured, clearly disappointed. "Well, I think that I'm going to drag this aching body upstairs and into bed."
"You should've taken skiing lessons before our trip, like we did" whispered Gwen. "C'mon, Taylor, let's go flirt with those gorgeous ski instructors."
Upstairs, Lauren slipped into her flannel gown and peered out the bedroom window. The snow was coming down relentlessly. She slid into bed and went right to sleep, then was awakened around 2:00 a.m. when she heard Taylor and Gwen close the door in the outer suite. Her attempts to fall back asleep failed miserably. Curled up in bed against the screaming blizzard outside, Lauren tapped the remote control and the television cast a pale light against the dark room. As the screen warmed into focus, her drooping eyelids suddenly flung open. Lauren jolted upright and screamed, "There he is, you guys! He's on television!" Her two roommates sprinted to Lauren's bedside.
"What's all the commotion about?" Gwen shrieked.
"It was Owen!" Lauren blurted out. "He's here in Denver, filming his new movie, "He'd Been Dead For Ten Years."
"Girlfriend, go back to sleep," Taylor said, as she turned to go back to bed.
"I'm too worked up," Lauren answered excitedly.
"Why don't you go downstairs, relax and get some cocoa?" Gwen suggested.
Lauren slipped into her blue robe, with pictures of Hershey's Kisses all over it and stepped into her furry blue slippers. She tiptoed down the staircase into the empty lobby. After making herself some cocoa at the snack bar, she rested on the couch in front of the fireplace. Lauren was starting to feel more relaxed now, and the crackling of the fire lulled her to sleep. She was awakened when she heard a door closing. Lauren looked sleepily up at the clock on the wall, and it showed 2:45 a.m. Taking a last sip of cocoa, which was now luke warm, she headed toward the staircase. She had only ascended three stairs when a man's voice called up to her.
"Excuse me, Miss," the man said. "Are you the desk clerk?"
Startled, Lauren whirled around, catching her slipper on her robe and went tumbling backwards down the steps and landed, sprawled out on the lobby floor. Dazed, she finally opened her eyes, only to see the blonde headed man, minus the dark glasses, that she had seen earlier that day in the lobby.
"Are you O.K.?" he blurted out, sounding very concerned.
"I guess," Lauren stammered.
The man helped her up and she realized that she was face to face with Owen.
"I must be dreaming," she said out loud.
"That's the first time a girl has ever fallen for me that hard," said Owen, wearing a wide grin.
"Very funny," Lauren retorted. "The desk clerk should be back shortly, Mr. Wilson."
"You know who I am?" he asked her, a bit surprised. "That's no fair, because I don't know your name."
"It's Lauren," she answered, as her emerald green eyes twinkled. "I'm very happy to meet you."
He explained to her that he was checking out of the resort before the roads became impassible, as he had to shoot some scenes in the city the next day. Lauren told him about her friends and their vacation plans for the week. The two of them were chatting like old friends when the clerk reappeared at the front desk. Lauren turned to walk away when she suddenly stopped and walked back toward Owen, "Do you like kisses?" she asked him, playfully.
"I certainly do," he answered, inspecting her Hershey's robe.
"So do I," Lauren said, as she boldly leaned in and stole a quick kiss. She began to dart away when Owen caught her hand in his and pulled her close for one mind-blowing kiss. They said their goodbyes, and then he was gone. The next morning she told Gwen and Taylor what had happened during the night. They looked at her in disbelief, and then smiled at Lauren, patting her on the back.
"That cocoa really did the trick," Gwen said, smiling.
"That was one wild dream!" Taylor added, and then both girls broke into laughter and went out of the bedroom. Lauren knew it wasn't a dream, though. Last night, she had fallen head over heels for Owen. Now she could return home, knowing that just maybe, he'd fallen for her, too.


Posted by bridgetlaine at 8:15 AM EDT
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Bridget Hits the Blogging Scene
Mood:  silly
Hey out there! This first entry will be short and sweet.. I'm so glad that you found me! I found out about weblogs at a recent writers workshop. I went "blogging" for the first time yesterday and got caught up in the mad "Rance" craze.. Is he an A-list celeb or not? We may never know.. Whatever the case may be, it looks as though he might be turning the reigns over to someone else.

This is not much of an introduction today, but I've got only 8 minutes to write today.. BTW, isn't that the title of a movie? Maybe it was 8 Seconds, or 7 Seconds?? I guess it really doesn't matter. What does matter is that handsome Luke Perry was the leading man in that one. Yes, I was swept into the "90210" craze several years ago. Luke Perry actually caused me a bit of embarrassment where I used to work. Totally unintentional I'm sure! I had sent him an adoring fan letter and asked that the delivery be signed so I could be sure he got it. That was in my early days of fan letter writing and I didn't know any better, so of course it was refused and returned to me...at my place of work. I confess that I used company letterhead and envelope (Oops!)and when the receptionist handed me the REFUSED LETTER FROM LUKE PERRY which I'm sure she didn't notice that part(not), I was totally humiliated... But, hey, that's a part of life.. Live and learn, right? Thanks for tuning in! Until next time, don't give up the dream.


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