keep that halo away from me

[spencer]

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Spencer was in the mood to travel. With the good money he was making off of the new blockbuster, Six Lives, he might as well be. I mean, it wasn’t like the man was about to throw a party to celebrate his success or anything, he was a little too anti-social for that. He just didn’t have anything better to do right now than get the hell out of here while he still could. He had nowhere important to be and no one important to see. Places to see, however was a different story. Spencer was given a short leave from filming because some stuck-up spoiled rich actors are too damn cool to have someone else do their stunts for them. It was somewhat of a vacation because they knew Spencer did harder work than anyone around there. Which was saying something, but Spencer never did anything.

He could swear though, if he had to listen to just another pathetically annoying or complaining comment from that Jack Bailey, Spencer just might blow that man’s brains out. This is weird. I’m in class and there’s a guy sitting not far away from me whose name is Spencer. I wonder what he’d think/say if he knew I was writing about a Spencer. Zomg, he turned around. Gah, he smiled. Wtf. Sorry. So yeah. Spencer’s frustration towards Jack Bailey. He wasn’t sure how he picked up all these girls like Nina Clarke or even though he had a chance with Natalie Delaney. Watching them film was sometimes a gag-fest for him.

Hell, even Kate liked him occasionally. It was a bit of a bummer, because he kinda liked her. Eh. If you asked Spencer, it just wasn’t normal, that man. He hated him. And that was the last person he wanted to think about on his break. So here Spencer was in…Hawaii. Funny how he even got here, he heard the produce once say it was a nice place to vacation to. A little overrated place to visit if you asked Spencer, but being here, he knew now exactly what the fuss was about. Yeah, once here, it wasn’t easy to leave.

He just might stay here longer than he was allowed to. Surely Jack Bailey wouldn’t mind “filling in for him” when he was out. It was the producer’s fault anyway he recommended Hawaii. The man probably knew better than to give Spencer a shitload of money too, but only a week to have fun with it. Ha, no. it didn’t work that way at all with him. He was going to live this money up to its fullest and that’s exactly what he was doing as he laid out on a towel at the beach in Honolulu. The place really was paradise. Best of all, he didn’t know anyone and no one really knew him. Granted, he had sex with two different girls the past couple night he was here. But overall, there really was no one around here who wanted to talk to him, everyone went about his or her own business, clearly getting the impression from him that he wasn’t interested in talking to anyone.

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[nina]

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spencer / sid , cbf counting , hurrr , oh hai.
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If there was one thing Nina loved, it was Hawaii. Although, she did have many a trips to Bali and she loved it as much there, but never could it match to the sun and beaches of Honolulu. Now why exactly was Nina Clarke in Hawaii? It wasn't in the star's nature to be holidaying in the sun while she was filming her TV show back in New York, but she had asked to take time off to attend one of her girlfriend's wedding. She not only loved Hawaii, but she also loved weddings ( except her own wedding ), and to top this wedding off, it had been on the beach. They all stood around in a small ceremony surrounded by palm trees and a beautiful view of the crystal blue water. The bridesmaids wore short colourful summer dresses with more colour coming from the pink frangipanis they wore in their hair. It wasn't all sunshine and smiles though for Nina had a few struggles with the paparazzi arriving at the airport and even a few managed to take a few pictures at the wedding.

But that was a few hours ago. Now, Nina and few friends were down at the beach playing around with a football. "LUAU TONIGHT!" A guy yelled from behind Nina and he jumped before everyone cheered. Indeed, an occasion like a wedding was usually an excuse to have those epic luau feasts and DRINKS. They were still in their attires for the wedding and now they were out getting down and dirty in the sand for football. And while the girls still wore their dresses ( they had bikinis underneath ), the guys had taken their shirts off. Nina couldn't help but think of Jack, wondering if it was as hot in Morocco as it was here. Would he have his shirt off too? Ack! She should really stop thinking about him. He had to be the last person on her mind if she was going to have any sort of fun in Hawaii. Maybe she could flirt with another guy, but no! She was married, and everyone knew that. Everyone also knew that she hated him, but if she was caught canoodling with another man it would damage her reputation. Either way she was stuck.

"NINA BALL!" The same guy yelled out before he kicked it towards her. Immediately she snapped out of her complicated thoughts and looked up to see the beach football heading towards her. Instinctively she jogged back, looking as if was a professional at football, to meet with the ball in order to catch it smoothly in her hands. And she did so as she reached her arms out and caught it, hearing a clap here and there right after. She threw her arms up and mocked a smug smile before she bowed for her performance. Eh, Nina had done this many times before, having played Australian Rules Football with her family in her youth. Even when her younger brother came to visit her in NY they'd throw around a football in Central Park. Although it'd been a while since she played - she hoped her kicking skills weren't rusty. Now that she had the ball in her hands, she outstretched her arms to hold it out in front of her. She took a few steps forward before using her long leg to kick the ball a little too hard and up and above everyone's head. Her eyes followed the ball as it ultimately landed beside ( or on, either one ) someone resting on a towel a little far from their game. The guys around her laughed before touching their noses. This meant Nina had to retrieve it herself. "Thanks, guys." She playfully glared at them, throwing her head back and jogging a few feet to reach the football's landing place. "Sorry about that!" She called out as she made her way towards the gentleman who was probably bothered by the sudden intrusion of the football.

[spencer]

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Spencer turned his head when he heard laughing and yelling in a distant. It was coming closer and he looked to see what was interrupting his nice silence. Girls were running with summer dresses and little flowers in their hairs. He just turned away, looking out at the ocean as he inhaled the cigarette into his lungs and exhaling, trying to tune out the voices of people laughing and kicking a ball around. After a while of trying to ignore it all, he realized that there was no way. Especially when the ball they were playing with landed on his lap, knocking the cigarette he was holding from his hand and on to the wet sand.

”Shit.” And this was the only one he brought from the hotel room, that was just perfect. He was ready to just beat the shit out of whoever’s fault that was. Picking the ball up, Spencer got on his feet only to find himself right in front of the one and only Nina Clarke. ”Whoa.” Just when he thought there was no way anything around here could remind him of Jack Bailey, here she was. His own wife. Spencer actually pitied this girl. She was nothing like him and he wondered how on Earth she could possibly put up with someone like Jack. ”Nina.” He said her name as though he’d known her for a while or something. Hell, she probably had no idea Spencer he was. No one ever did unless they worked with him.

Spencer noticed he was still holding the ball so he dropped it, resting the sole of his foot on it before pushing it gently towards her. Now, he wasn’t the socializing kind. Being in Morocco all that time, he could’ve sworn Jack said something about this girl being in New York. Should he ask? Well, no because that would require actually talking to her. He looked towards the others that were all waiting, looking right after him. ”It’s cool.” He shrugged, looking down at his cigarette that was now wet and sandy. Might as well just head back to the hotel, ”Hey, aren’t you supposed to be in New york?” Shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out. He didn’t know what he’d do with the information even if he did find out why she wasn’t in New York. Did he really care? No. So why was he curious? Maybe it was because he didn’t usually pity people. He really did feel sorry for her being the kind of girl she was marrying someone like Jack.

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[nina]

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Nina felt a surge of guilt run through her as she saw the damage done to the guy on the towel. He was probably laying there trying to take in the beauty of the view in silence but instead was interrupted by a bunch of rowdy twenty somethings. Nina knew she would have hated that if she was in his shoes, because while Hawaii was a great place to have fun, people also came here to chillax away from the noises of the big cities such as Los Angeles or New York. If rowdy twenty something year olds could accumulate the same level of noise, then Nina was truly sorry. Being sincere, she meant everything she said when she apologised to the guy.

He whoaed at her and she looked at him slightly bemused. Was it something she said? But as he said her name, she realized that she had forgotten about the fact that she was supposed to be a star and that he was probably whoaing at her because of it? Maybe it was because she was married to Jack and he was the last person on Spencer's mind? But then again, Nina didn't know the later so she was just going to assume the first. Yes, so the whole day Nina Clarke forgot that she was "Nina Clarke the TV star." Instead she was the regular old Nina from Sydney, Australia who enjoyed sports and beaches and who had come to Hawaii to attend a wedding and enjoy a holiday. Despite being in the limelight for years, she still wasn't used to it.

And I keep rambling. I'll stop now. So as the man said her name she remembered that she shouldn't have been surprised by his reaction towards her. Her look of bemusement changed to a smile even when she had no idea who he was. "Hey. Look, sorry again. And if we're too loud I'll tell everyone to shut up." Wait, why would they have to make peace and quiet for someone else when it was a beach. Shouldn't there be kids running around too? "We can move too." She added sounding like the Australian Nina that only her family and non- celebrity friends knew her as. She bent down to pick up the ball he'd dropped and pushed at. Why he didn't just hand it to her she didn't know why, but she was appreciative nonetheless. "Thanks." She said, tossing the ball up before it'd come back down and take its final resting place in her hands.

Her eyes followed his down to the ground and noticed an unfinished cigarette now put out. She figured she must have done that. "Well, I guess I owe you a cigarette." She nodded at it before looking up when he spoke again. This time she gave an amused smile, since when did people care that she was meant to be in New York or not? It was cute, nonetheless but really, it wasn't his business. Maybe he was a reporter. Le gasp! Maybe he had followed her to get something juicy from Hawaii. If that was the case, Nina thought for a second before answering his question, "I...m moving here." She said as a joke. "I can't stand it in New York anymore. Plus I'm hiding from Jack." Now she wasn't sure if that last statement was really a joke. Maybe it wasn't a joke, if it meant she came to hide her thoughts about Jack? "How do you know that I'm meant to be in New York?" She questioned. Perhaps she really could move to Hawaii after getting a divorce. She could probably take a big break from showbiz and live in Honolulu for a few years. At least here she felt free from the high life of Hollywood, but most importantly, from Jack.

[spencer]

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He looked at her, realizing that she felt bad for what she did. Spencer raised his eyebrow. Since when would she have cared for a damp cigarette? Then again, why wouldn’t she care? Yes, she just interrupted his little Spencer time, but sheesh. It really didn’t matter to him. These TV stars were meant to not care about small people like him. And he, undoubtedly, was a small person. Loved being it too. It meant that no one had to come up to him and give him a smile for being a damn good entertainer. He did stunts. Ultimately it may be entertainment to people, but he was in it for the money all the way. They all knew that—those that actually knew him, that is. And thanks to Nina’s typist, Spencer’s just rambled to. He probably wants to strangle Sid, now.

He listened to her again. The accent was intriguing, he had to admit. It was just adorable. And yes, Spencer was actually referring to something as adorable. It was rare, but not impossible to believe. He actually smiled at it, despise the look of bemusement on her face. It was an extremely small smile, though. ”Oh, whatever.” It was his way of saying, “I don’t mind.” ”Doesn’t matter,” and that was probably around the lines of, “Oh, you don’t have to move at all, really, I’m fine!” Then again, you’d probably never hear him say things like that so “Whatever, doesn’t matter” will do.

If Spencer knew she was going to end up picking up the ball, he wouldn’t have akwardly scooted it over with his foot. Of course, he lived for the awkwardness, what did it matter. Sure, he would’ve made it easier for her if he just ended it. He shot over an awkward smile. Spencer’s eyes met her gaze and then just shook his head, “More where that came from…”

[/b] Spencer shrugged. As much as he wanted the cigarette back, he didn’t need Nina Clarke to “owe him a cigarette.” Even she answered, Spencer just furrowed his eyebrows at her.

Moving here…now that was a story he didn’t hear before. And being the quiet one, he always got stories just by listening around. Was it really that bad with Jack that she’d hide from him and even move out from New York to live in a place like Hawaii? So maybe judging by her attire, she could pull off the Hawaiian look. Again, it was simply adorable. So the confused look on his face stayed as he wondered why she would even tell him that. Someone—not Spencer—could take that as a serious comment and publish it for money. But she was obviously kidding…or at least he thought so. Spencer would honestly want to hide from the bastard too if he were Nina. At her next question, the guy mentally swore at him.

He hated questions. That’s why he didn’t talk to people, so that no one asked him about anything. He shouldn’t kept his mouth shut; it wasn’t supposed to matter to him if she was in New York or Hawaii or Gobi Desert. ”Oh, uhm…Bailey goes on about you.” He didn’t say any more than that, but knew for sure that would only raise more questions because as far as he knew, this girl had no idea who the hell Spencer was. He should’ve kept it that way. Hopefully, she still wouldn’t find out.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]