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by BriBriBearx on Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:02 pm
Just as they were about to exit the plane, Rick heard the claim that Brooklyn had and suddenly pulled her close. "Babe, stop, let me go. I just want to get off this-" before she could finish, he spoke loudly enough for everyone in the first few rows to hear. "I'm not seeing Keira, as you can see and you know that Brooklyn is my girlfriend. Need that in writing?"
She couldn't help look up to smile at him behind her. It was moments like this that reminded her of why she enjoyed him so much. He stands up for himself, and for her, but also has the charm of a mature celebrity to get the point across without rudely lashing out. Brooklyn would have snapped a nasty comment had she not kept her mouth shut. To emphasize the fact that their relationship was now fully public, she turned to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the plane, her manager close behind the two.
"Your manager actually did something right," she noted and sighed with relief. Four security guards met them at the exit of the plane, two for each side of them. "Remind me to thank her today." As they walked through the airport, Brooklyn noticed that one of the flight attendents in the front was also so kind as to hold back the passengers on the plane for a good thirty seconds before releasing them after the couple. This gave them just enough time get to the baggage claim, where these fresh new people wouldn't recognize them until the passengers of their flight also arrived and began to frenzy again.
Brooklyn moved closer to Rick, resting her head on his shoulder while they watched the conveyer belt slowly start to fill with suitcases and duffle bags. She caught a glimpse of hers and left Rick's side to snatch it off the belt, the security guards mirroring her steps. "Yours is right there, sugar," she said to Rick, pointing a finger down to the beginning of the baggage claim belt. Once he had his bag, Cristofer came up to her. "Here, honey, let me take that for you," he insisted, taking the duffle bag from her hand. Brooklyn thanked him, and then took Rick's free hand.
The baggage claim was already chock full of people who had recognized them, and many people were coming up for autographs. Well, Rick's autograph, anyway. There were a few teenage girls who had shirts or pieces of paper that Brooklyn signed, but most of them were seeking her boyfriend's signature. She let him sign a few before getting slightly irritated. She grabbed his hand again. "Come on, we're going to be late."
The streets were full of morning traffic, but the taxi driver was excellent at his job. It only took the twenty minutes to leave the airport and reach the beachside street they would be filming on. The set was just off the side of a road in a nearby park, full of sound booms and extra lights, and the sexy red Ferrari parked in the lot of the park. Brooklyn stepped out of the taxi and took in a deep breath. "Oh, Rick, can you smell the ocean? It almost feels like home out here," she noted outloud, looking up at the clear blue sky. The only clouds that could be seen were fluffy white ones that passed in the distance. But alas, the peaceful moment of sea salty air and a sunny day could only last so long. Leila immediately approached them, but did indeed have a smile on her face that showed them she was happy to see them here.
"Believe it or not, they're calling for rain today in a few hours. We need to get busy. Right now, come now, let's go," she was a friendly woman but very upbeat and on-the-go. Patience wasn't her forte but she was always a woman to get things done and done right. "Brooklyn, go ahead over to meet with Miranda, she'll get your face and clothes on." She wasn't particularly happy about having to sit down in a folding chair for an hour on such a beautiful San Diego day, but she would obey orders. Brooklyn leaned in to give Rick another short kiss and said, "I'll see you soon." She only hoping that Keira wouldn't be snooping around the set today.
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