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"You make sure you call me when you get settled," Flanery said as he pulled back from the hug he was giving me. It was time for me to head to Canada and I couldn't be more excited. I nodded. "Don't worry, I'll let you know I'm safe," I said.

Cynthia hugged me next. "You better call me first," she said. Sean butted his way in. "No she's going to call me first," Sean said. Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Dude, I'm the best friend," she said. "Dude," Sean mocked. He hated that word. "So am I," he said.

"Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty. Don't worry, once again I have a solution to the problem. We'll three way," I said. "Last call for flight A3 to Manitoba, Canada," came the announcement over the intercom. I sighed and grabbed my bags. "Well that's me guys. I gotta go," I said.

"You make sure to call," Cynthia called out. "And visit when you can," Flanery called out too. "And we'll make sure to come visit you and Mr. Sexypants when we get the chance," Cynthia said. I gave them a small wave over my shoulder before handing my ticket over.

I turned around one last time and gave them one more wave before entering the tunnel and heading out to the airplane. Luckily there wasn't that many people on the flight and it wasn't that long either. I couldn't wait to get to Canada and get settled into my place.

We had three days before we started filming. It was just enough time to get there and get settled before we would kick off into filming. I threw my backpack into the overhead baggage compartment before settling in my seat. I went ahead and buckled my seat belt.

I pulled out my phone to turn off the service until we took off and noticed I had a text message from a random number. I opened it and felt my eyebrows furrow together in confusion when I noticed that the text was telling me to have a safe flight.

I didn't even know who the text was from. I clicked on the music tab and placed my earbuds in my ears letting the music relax me. No one ended up sitting beside me which I was okay with. I pulled my hat lower over my eyes. Soon I felt us taking off and my eyes slowly closed before I fell asleep.

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The rough landing is what make me wake up with a jolt. My music was almost 400 songs in meaning I was on this flight for about three hours. I put my music on pause and pulled out my earbuds. Right as I did the flight attendant had announced that we officially landed.

I unbuckled my seat belt and flipped the service back on my phone. The same number that had texted me earlier texted again and said that they had hoped that I had landed safely. I was confused again. I tucked my phone into my pocket as I stood up.

I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I pulled the hat off my head and ran my fingers through my hair before replacing the hat on my head. Once I stepped off the plane I pulled my Raybans over my eyes shielding away the bright Canadian sun.

It was cooler, I noticed. I had never been to Canada before so this was all new to me. I knew Norman had been here a couple times to film the Boondock Saints movies. I pulled my jacket around myself a little tighter. I grabbed my luggage and then looked for my driver.

I spotted my driver holding up a sign that said "Cynthia Moore," which was my best friend's name. I asked her if it was okay to use her name. We found that it would be easier because if someone saw my name they would draw fans. Fans meant crowds and crowds meant possible chaos.

The driver nodded his head slightly as if he knew it was me and took my bags before we headed out the door. He opened the door for me and I climbed in the car. I let out a sigh of relief and let my head rest against the back of the seat. Even though I had slept through it I could feel the exhaustion from my flight kicking in. I just wanted to get settled.

"Excuse me," I said to the driver. He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Yes Miss Johansson?" he asked in return. I shook my head. "Please call me Violet," he nodded. "Violet, okay, what can I do for you?" he asked me. I glanced out the window before looking back at him.

"Do you have any idea as to where I'll be living?" I asked him. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I do not. I am dropping you off at the rental car place to get your car and then you'll be on your way," he said. I sighed as he pulled into the rental car place.

I got out of the car and I was instantly met by someone who handed me keys. The driver unloaded my bags from the car and set them on the ground. I clicked the unlock button and noticed that a soft top Range Rover's lights lit up. "Oh hell yes," I said quietly.

I grabbed my bags and loaded them in the back. My phone beeped as I slid into the driver's seat. I noticed that it was the random number again had texted me. This time I was texted an address. Part of me debated as to whether this was the place I was going to be living.

I let out a sigh and started the Range Rover. I put the new address into the GPS on my phone and pulled out of the parking lot. It seemed like the further I drove the more trees appeared. It was almost like I was going to live in the forest. "Arriving at destination," the GPS announced.

The road dead ended right in front of a duplex. It was a one story that had a wraparound porch from what I could see. There was two separate front doors with two separate driveways. One drive way was occupied with a Jeep and a motorcycle.

"It has to be Norman," I mumbled to myself. I hopped out of the driver's seat and shrugged on my leather jacket. I popped the hatch in the back and started grabbing my bags when I heard a door squeak open. I glanced up to see Norman trotting down the small set of porch steps.

I grabbed one of my bags and slung it over my shoulder. "I got it," his soft raspy voice broke through the wind. I felt myself suck in a sharp breath. I loved the way his voice sounded. I felt my bag behind lifted off of my shoulder. I turned around and gave him a small smile.

He grabbed two more of my bags and I grabbed the last two before closing the back hatch and following Norman up the steps. He opened the door and I walked into a fully furnished house. I dropped the bags right inside the door while Norman dropped my duffel bags and backpack on the couch.

"This is nice," I said as I slowly walked through the house. I could hear Norman right behind me. I ended up in a back room that had a sliding glass door that over looked the back yard. "Wow," I breathed while placing my hands on the door and practically squishing my face against the glass.

"It's so beautiful," I said as I turned around to face Norman. He was standing a few feet away and staring at me intently. "It's good to see you," Norman said while reaching his arms out to me. I flinched and took a step back feeling my back collide with the glass.

I turned my head away not looking at Norman. He dropped his arms and took a slight step back. "Sorry," I whispered as I dropped my head and walked past him. I couldn't even look at him. "So we start filming in a few days," Norman said as he followed me through the house.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty excited," I said while digging through my backpack until I found my script. I tossed it on the coffee table before flopping down on the couch. Norman sat down on the other end of the couch. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

He looked at me. "Ya mind if I smoke?" he asked me. I shook my head. "Nah, actually I could go for one right now too," I said patting my pockets. Suddenly a cigarette was in my line of vision. I placed it between my lips and Norman flicked the lighter.

I inhaled deeply letting the nicotine run through my body. I blew out the smoke and relaxed. I definitely did need it. "So I have to ask," I said softly still not looking at him. "What's that?" Norman asked me quickly. I pulled out my phone and showed him the texts from the random number.

"This wouldn't happen to be you, would it?" I asked him. Norman nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I guess I should've told you that it was me. Flanery gave me your number," I chuckled as I saved his number in my phone. "Of course he did. That sounds like typical Flanery," I said.

I finished my cigarette and put it out in the ashtray in front of me. "That felt nice," I said talking about the cigarette. Norman nodded while pressing his out in the ashtray. I stretched my legs out in front of me and placed my hands behind my head.

"So it just seems like you, me, and the wilderness," Norman said. I let out a small laugh and looked out the window. "Yeah, something like that. It's a little crazy," I said. Norman nodded. "But it will be peaceful not having cameras and fans in our faces all the time," he said.

I was actually excited to be in the woods basically in the middle of nowhere. It made this movie raw and way more fun. It was just going to be us and the crew. We had a few supporting actors but it was basically going to be me and Norman working together for the next few months.

"Wendy said they're going to dye my hair for the role," I said playing with my long blond locks. Norman cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" he asked. I ran my fingers through my hair. "Yeah, she told me they were going to do a dark brown on me," I said.

Norman ran a hand through his shorter hair which was steadily growing back out from where he had to cut it for the second Boondock movie. "Well my hair is slowly going back to its natural color," he said. He had to dye his dark brown to match Flanery's for the movie.

But now I could see that the sandy blond was starting to poke back through. I gave him a small smile. "I like you with both colors," I said now finally looking at him. Norman gave me a small smirk. He stood up. "I guess I should head out. We can always chat tomorrow but before I go do you need me to carry these to your room or anything?" he asked me pointing at my bags.

I shook my head and stood up. "No, I think I got it from here. Thanks though," I said. Norman started heading towards the door. He placed his hand on the handle before turning to me. "I guess we'll see each other tomorrow," he said while shifting back and forth slightly. I gave him a small nod. "I guess we will."

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So yes I know this chapter is kind of awkward but I wanted it that way. Mr. Sexypants, I mean Norman is finally back in the story!! Can you feel the awkwardness of the two of them around each other? Why do you think Vi is being so weird around Norman?

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