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Jack put a smile on his face as he stepped off the private jet and looked around. Shooting for the new blockbuster movie was finally finished and the cast and crew was coming back. Knowing jack, he didn’t really take first class with them back here. Instead, he managed to get himself in his own private jet. He wasn’t the only one; just the only obsessive capitalist maybe. He really missed the chilled weather here, it was just too hot for him. Maybe he was just used to LA’s weather too much.

It was going to get a little warmer towards the end of the week, but he could adjust to the change here. Just not there. Had to admit, the girls in morocco were just fine. What with their angry Arab styles and whatnot. Yeah, you didn’t see girls like that around here. Shit, what was he saying? He was married to Nina Clarke, for goodness sake. He didn’t need to be seeing girls like that around here or there. He had been here a while.

He actually wasn’t supposed to be there, though. He was supposed to be in New York where his wife was. Then again, he didn’t really promise that he was going to be flying to NY as soon as shooting was over. He’d see her soon, he just didn’t want to right now. Leaving her alone right now was probably the best thing to do at this point. It was good to be home, though.

He missed it here, the people, and the places. Granted, most of his friends like Devon West and Cameron went to Morocco too. Tristan Silvers, one of his best friends, was barely even there, Jack even tried to call him, he never did pick up. He was eventually tracked down and flown to Morocco for filming. Jack didn’t ask questions. He didn’t know what the hell that guy was up to and he really had too much on his mind to sit down and talk to the guy, because Jack knew Tristan was never the sit-down-and-talk sort of guy. Whatever.

So yeah, he was home now. That is, if this was even his home anymore. His home was supposed to be in that penthouse in New York where he left his wife. Still wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go back right now. Well, no. Rephrasing that. He really really wanted to go back and see her, just wasn’t sure if she’d want him to come back and see him. Didn’t seem like she was dying without him, really. So whatever. Now apparently his bags had gotten lost and didn’t make it to the jet in Morocco and had to be flown over to LAX. Jack, trying not to start a scene by getting pissed, decided to take care of himself as he walked into the airport himself, instantly recognized by people passing by at LAX who wanted pictures and autographs and…well, kisses.

[laurien]

Laurien was pissed the hell off, and she didn't care who knew it. She was woken up at seven that very morning by the airline that had flew her to Hollywood. They had finally found her baggage. After three weeks, so you could imagine her distress. She was planning on sleeping in that morning, but decided against it. Knowing the dimwits she was dealing with they'd probably manage to lose her baggage again. The scowl on Laurien's face even frightened small children. Their whimpering was heard behind her as she made her way towards the baggage claim.

Her anger wasn't caused by this act, but it had been dormant up until this point. Laurien just couldn't seem to get a job; she was single as always. There was no stability in her life at this point. Though Laurien did prefer to live a lifestyle of anarchy, it was beginning to get tiring. She was still living off the money from the last photoshoot she had done for some men's magazine she could never remember the name of. Maybe everyone was right, maybe she should just stop trying.

Maybe...DING. The women at the front desk rang the bell, calling for the next person. The women reached for the bell once more, Laurien leaned forward the slap the woman's hand away and push the bell to the side. She should be glad that that's all she slapped. As Laurien spoke to the woman, she had this pain-stricken face on like she had just been scolded like a child. Well, it was better for her to fear her; she assumed as the women hurried off behind the desk to retrieve her belongings. She slipped her sunglasses on, her index fingers pushing them against the bridge of her nose. Sudden loud screams and hollers by the airport entrance diverted Laurien's attention and startled her; a yelp escaping from her mouth as well. Groupies, ah. That's all it was. She wondered when girls were going to learn that being a groupie was not becoming in any way, shape or form. Been there, done that. And it had gotten her absolutely nothing.

Even in her heels she couldn't see who it was approaching. This was quite disappointing, actually. No, Laurien did not act like the crazy fan girls at the door but, she did have a few favorite celebrities of her own. She was snapped out of her attempt to see, by the woman slamming her luggage on the counter. Laurien thanked, before dragging the suitcase off the counter and wheeling it behind her.

The closer she got to the entrance, the more familiar the figure looked. Though she could barely see past the screaming girls, grabbing at him and such. Laurien lowered her sunglasses, chuckling in disbelief. "Well, if it isn't Jack Bailey .And I was wondering what all the fuss was about." Her Southern accent still hung in the air between them a bit. It seemed to not want to go away, no matter how hard she tried to rid herself of it. It seemed to be her distinguishing feature. Well, that and her...nevermind. She approached him, giving him time to break away from the fans. "What are you just looking at me for? Come here." Laurien pulled him into an embrace. To be completely honest, she was surprised he was here. Wasn't he supposed to be in Morocco or something? He looked exactly the same, since she last saw him. It'd been a while. A long while at that. He looked good. "How have you been?" She pulled away from him, to take a couple of steps backwards. She seemed to be doing all the talking. Not like that was different from her encounters with anyone else. That was just the way she was.

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Jack chuckled to himself, ”Ladies, please. There’s enough Jack Bailey to go around, I promise.” He said to no one in particular as he tried to make himself some space as girls tried to press themselves against him just so they could fit into the same picture. Shit, he hoped Nina didn’t have to see this. But man, was this the life. He could honestly say that even though he wasn’t exactly pounced like this in Morocco and was more relaxed walking down the street without being noticed, he actually missed the life here in LA, where people knew him as exactly what he was.

Well, minus the whole bastard of a womanizer stuff. It was great. Looking past the crowd of girls, he saw a really familiar face looking right at him. She lowered her glasses and his jaw dropped a little as he rested his hand on a girl’s waist just to scoot her over so that he could make his way over. ”Excuse me, ladies.” It was…Lauri. An old friend. Hell, she was a very old friend. Way before he was even famous. Before he was even a teacher. What on earth was she doing here?

Seeing that smile on her face had him going back to the old times when he used to be somewhat young and didn’t give a shit about anything other than girls and liquor. Well, he still cared about that kinda stuff, but there was more on his mind now. Like his career and his wife and his friends. They used to be pretty close and after he graduated, he just faded out away from his relationship with her. She approached him and he smirked, looking her over once she told him to come over. He stepped away from the fan girls, a couple of which made a rude comment about him leaving all those girls for just one other. Well, he didn’t mean to.

”Don’t you worry, I’ll be right back.” He winked back at the girls who just giggled, looking over the pictures they took on their digital cameras. He flashed a wide smile of his own as he realized that cute Southern accent didn’t change at all. Jack put his arms around her to return her hug before he pulled away as well. ”Never better, as you can see.” He chuckled lightly before taking his arm around her and pulling her away from the crowd, ”What about you? Last time I saw you were…” He looked her over again, ”Younger.” Wow, his choice of wording probably wasn’t appropriate right now.