|Greer Carson (greer_carson) wrote in the_brook,|
@ 2010-05-03 21:31:00
It was no secret that Greer hated thunderstorms and always had, so she really should have taken that into account when she bought her house along the beach in Malibu. Two stories high, it was smaller and more compact than most townhouses, but it had the advantage of not being attached to any other homes. The beautiful large windows had seemed advantageous, too, when she'd first toured the home and fallen in love with it, but now she could see every bit of the storm and she felt surrounded by it. Even closing the curtains didn't do much except shield her from the sight, but enhance the feeling that the storm was closing in on her. Even though it was far from a hurricane, she couldn't help but remember back to Hurricane Julie when she and Brad had....
Well, that was a long time ago. Greer had even grown past the point of needing closure; once she had figured out why Brad hated her so much and they realized that the blame lay on a combination of things, but mostly Rob's lies, she at least knew that Brad didn't hate her. But even by then they were too old and too different from their sixteen-year old selves to even really attempt repairing their old relationship. He knew it before she did, but once she accepted it, her life changed. She grew up and stopped looking at the past; she and Rob put their differences aside and became friends, neither one ever bringing up Brad Simon or Rob's role in breaking them up during the summer before their junior year of high school. Greer understood that everything happened for a reason; she was on the path that she had always wanted to take and a Brad Simon by her side would never have let her get here.
Not that Brad was a bad person and would have tried to pull her down, but they had already been far too different from each other when they started going out--the highly emotional and dramatic rich good girl and the juvenile delinquent. This life of hers put her on a different plane than him entirely; she was no more suited to eating Taco Bell with him in the Washington Mall food court than he was to putting on a tuxedo and attending a Hollywood premiere with her.
None of this mattered, though. The last thing that she'd even heard about him was that he'd left rehab and that was about four years ago--she hadn't seen him in longer than that. She hoped that he was over his drug problems and that he knew that she was over hers, but she didn't have any desire to look him up and find out. Those feelings were more like memories. She could remember how it felt to love someone deeply even if she didn't have those feelings anymore--for him or anyone else.
The storm was a reminder of how alone she was. Now when the thunder roared and the waves pounded against the sand, Greer had no one to call. She had an iPhone full of phone numbers of important people and unimportant people, but even if she called anyone to be with her and they actually came, she'd still be alone. Most of the time she wasn't bothered by it, being far too busy with work and friends to even know that she was lonely, but then a storm rushed in and it was all she could think about as she prayed that the electricity would stay on so she could distract herself with reading scripts sent over by her agent.
She should date someone, but who? As much as she loved being a small-time celebrity and getting her picture taken by paparazzi--when she looked good--she didn't delude herself into thinking that a Hollywood relationship was something to aspire to. For every one Jacques-and-Laurina, there were twenty Brad-and-Jennifers and the thought of losing her man to an Angelina and dealing with the aftermath in the press left her cold. Hollywood guys were the only ones that she met anymore, but she didn't want them--well, she wanted some of them, but not to date.
Maybe that's what I really need, she considered. I just need to go out and get laid for the first time in nearly a year. Then I'll feel better and I can think about dating later.
Thunder sounded again and she put her head beneath the blanket that she was wrapped up in on her living room couch so that she wouldn't see the lightning flash through the curtains.