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The on going saga of the Jolie-Pitts. From the Beginning on.

WARNING-VERY MATURE NC-17 FOR GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT!!!

Writing is one of my greatest passions, coming in second only to traveling!!!!


OUR WILDEST DREAMS
THE LONG HOT SUMMER

SNIPPET TIME!!!!!

The Long Hot Summer

~Pitt & Jolie style~

~1~

1992- London, England

May

The room was filled with a medley of sound; though different they seemed to come together in harmony as if penned. The rapid clicking of the camera shutters, the loud stirring beat of Annie Lennox and the Eurhythmics' 'Here Comes the Rain Again' and the buzz of human commotion; it all came together. "Angie turn to me! Just your head not your body!" The clicking of the camera shutters increased. "Good girl! Gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!"

"Somebody get me the yellow gels! Now!" The photographer yelled. The constant clicking of his high powered camera silenced. "Ramie get Angie into the cream halter set!"

Angelina smiled. So far this modeling wasn't so bad. It had gotten her out of LA and away from her father. She wondered if they would ever have a normal father, daughter relationship. But what was normal? She walked to the dressing section of the large loft to change, catching a glimpse of her mother and brother Jamie. They'd come with her, but would be leaving soon so Jamie could pack for college. She would miss him so much, but he had a life to live and so did she. This was it…the beginning of her life. Looking around at the boisterous activity, she couldn't help laughing out loud. What a life it was going to be!

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Walking toward the elevator, Brad pulled his long blond hair back into a ponytail that ended mid back. He'd just finished his final shoot and was ready for a much needed break. He'd been working steadily last year and had two movies along with three television cameos coming out. 'Cool World" was already in theatres and 'Kalifornia' would hit the theatres in November. He was due on the set to start shooting 'Legends of the Fall' in September. After this modeling obligation was fulfilled he'd have four months to relax.

He found himself humming the lyrics to the Eurhythmics', 'Here Comes the Rain' he let the music draw him away from his path, moving into the doorway of the first floor loft, his gaze traveled over the busy scene that was almost exactly the same as the one he'd just left, the only difference the dark haired beauty standing center.

She held his attention long enough for him to cause a stir in the busy room.

"This is a closed shoot! Close that goddamn door!" the photographer screamed seconds before realizing who stood in the doorway. "Brad! Come on in man! But shut the door!" he turned back to his subject, "Okay Angie, ready?" Angelina nodded her attention was wavering. She noticed him standing there and gestured to the wardrobe assistant, "Hey, who's that?" She had never seen a man so beautiful. He stood just inside the door. 'Brad', Sean had called him. Blonde, blue-eyed, beautiful Brad, "Angie!" her attention was once again drawn to the job at hand.

Brad motioned over to one of the set hands. "Hey, who's that?"

A little in awe over the fact that, 'the Brad Pitt' was actually speaking to him, the set hand stammered through his answer. "Her…na...name is An…Angelina…"

The nervous assistant's answer was interrupted by a smooth voice. "Angelina Jolie to be exact."Brad turned to find an old friend of his standing close. "Hey Mark! What are you doing here?" he asked, giving the man a friendly hug and loud spat on the back. "Who is Angelina Jolie?"

"Came to check out the new talent." Smiling Mark leaned in, "You know who Jon Voight is right?"

Brad's eyes widened. "Midnight Cowboy, Jon Voight? Hell yeah, the man's a legend, of course I know who he is."

"Well that little honey pot over there is none other than daddy Jon's little girl. Mark smirked over Brad's reaction.

Brad's gaze swung to Angelina and back to his friend in disbelief. "What? I didn't even know he had a family."

"Had is right. He and his wife have been divorced for years, but not before they had two children and that is the baby right over there. She's the spitting image of her mother Marcheline. Exotic huh? Apparently mommy is part Indian."

"Indian?"

"Native American…Iroquois I believe. Angelina Jolie Voight, aka Angelina Jolie." Turning to stare at the subject he continued, "She dropped the Voight. She didn't want to trade on daddy's name."

Brad watch Angelina respond smoothly to the Sean McCall's commands. "Introduce me."

"No" came the quick but firm answer.

The answer snapped brad's attention back to his buddy, "No?"

"Just what I said, no." Mark shook his head. "Forget it…forget her."

Frowning at his old friend, "Why the hell not? You and she…"

"Hell no!"

"Then Why not? And why the ominous 'forget her'?" Brad waited.

Holding up one finger, "One descriptive term." He held one more finger, "Two words"

"Yeah?" Brad laughed finding his friend's dramatic tone amusing. Mark's next spoken words wiped the smile from Brad's face.

"Jail bait."

Frowning, Brad repeated his buddy's words. "Jail bait?" Glancing back over to where Angelina still posed on demand. "How…the hell old is she?"

Laughing out loud Mark responded, "Seventeen."

"Get the fuck outta here!" Brad barked, loud enough to draw even more attention his way.

"Serious man, that luscious little piece of sex on two legs is an untouchable." Shaking his head, he smiled. He understood Brad's reaction. He had the same reaction everyday he showed up to work and she walked out of the dressing room. "Yeah…I probably shouldn't be describing her that way huh?"

Brad's gaze was once again on the nubile young girl. He watched her finish up and leave the room to change. Mark was still going on about untouchable 'Miss Jolie'. Hey I'm going to head out."

"What do you have planned for the evening?" Mark asked. Brad was a great drinking buddy and whenever he was around there was always an endless supply of babes just yearning to get next to 'Mr. Golden Boy' it was a win…win situation.

Shaking his head, Brad answered his mind elsewhere. "Nothing…just going to call it an early night."

"Oh come on! Ya gotta hit the clubs with me before you leave." Mark pleaded. "JD is in town."

"Naaaah…not tonight. I gotta get some sleep man. Maybe next time. I'm here for two more weeks." Brad reassured his friend. Looking around for a piece of paper and a pencil, he spied both on a vacant chair. Ripping off a small piece of paper, he quickly jotted his hotel address and room number. "Here's my info, give me a call tomorrow."

Somewhat pacified, Mark took the piece of paper, reading the name of the hotel, he whistled softly. "Niiiice. I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"Cool." With a two fingered wave, Brad turned and sauntered smoothly out of the door in search of forbidden fruit.

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"He watched her for a bit before speaking. " Aren't you kinda young to be smoking."

Believing the voice belonged to a member of the crew, Angelina began answering before she turned to face the speaker. "Aren't you a bit young to act like my father…" blowing a set of perfect rings, she turned to continue, "I mean really, as if any of you actually care about…" her voice faltered as she caught sight of him.

Brad smiled softly, reaching over he plucked the cigarette from her perfect little lips and took a drag before putting it out. "Oh, I got the idea that they cared a great deal."

Rolling her eyes, she bit out a retort, "Money…that's what they care about." She looked at him closely. He leaned against the building casually as if he didn't have a care in the world but she got the feeling it was all a practiced look. "I'm sure you know exactly what this game is all about." She stopped as he came away from the building.

He watched as she shifted from one foot to the other. He knew that his movement was making her uncomfortable and he liked it. "Oh I'm well aware of the game. But then I'm a grown man who's been in it longer."

"Oh I see, you're a man and I'm a kid right?" Tilting her head sideways and quirking one well arched brow, she shook of her unease and assumed the 'Lolita' guise that she was known for. Stepping slowly almost sensuously toward him, she stopped a mere inch or two from him, her three inch heels giving her the extra height that brought her full pouty lips close to his. "what's the cliché? Age ain't nuthin' but a number." Shrugging she continued "And I haven't been a 'kid' for a long time now. This business ages you quickly. But even still, you should never underestimate a 'kid'."

Knowing he should step back, but unable to force himself, he just stood there enjoying the warmth that her body offered. She was too young…did it matter at this point? "Not a kid huh? You're what sixteen…seventeen? Last time I checked that was by definition a minor…a child…a kid."

Holding her hand up she wiggled four fingers. "In four weeks I will be eighteen. But like I said, I haven't been a 'kid' in a longtime."

"Mmmm…hmmm." Raising his hand to her face, he traced her lips. The most tempting lips he'd ever laid eyes on. "Four weeks…"

Opening her lips she allowed the tip of his finger to graze her tongue. Her breathing shallow, she watched him. "Yeah…" she didn't know how much older he was, but she had the feeling he wasn't twenty-one. "How old are you?"

Pulling his hand away, he swore softly. "A hell of a lot older than you little girl."

"Are we back to that again? I'm not a little girl and you don't think so either or you wouldn't be standing here."

"When is your eighteenth birthday?"

"June fourth…four weeks away." That was all he needed to hear.

"Angie!!" The voice of Rebecca the makeup artist, broke into their conversation."

Her eyes still on Brad's face, Angelina answered, "Yeah?"

"Sean is ready for you." Rebecca's eyes widen at the sight of Brad.

"Okay. I'll be right there!" Angelina called back. She repeated her birthday not realizing how quickly she'd gone from untouchable to prey. "June Fourth. Well I gotta get back. Are you staying in London for a while?"

"I am now." He watched her back up the stairs laughing. "We're staying at the Dorchester, under Bertrand." She disappeared and he hailed a taxi, a dark haired angel on his mind.

~2~

Entering the loud and dark club, he heard his name, "Brad!" the voice came out of the den of noise. "Brad!"

Turning at the sound, Brad caught sight of the speaker coming toward him. "Johnny! What's up man?"

Handing Brad one of the drinks he was carrying, Johnny kept talking. "Saw Mark a couple of days ago and he told me you were in town."

Taking the drink, Brad took a sip, happy to see that it was whiskey. "Yeah, he mentioned you were in town too. How long are you here for?"

"I'm in and out man. Had a shoot to do. You?" Johnny took a swig of his own whiskey.

"Same here… came in for a shoot. Two weeks…a little less." Brad finished his drink and signaled for another.
Holding up 2 fingers he gestured to his table. "Thought I'd do some traveling before I head back to work."

Johnny finished his drink just as the waitress brought the next round of drinks. "Where ya headed?"

"Amsterdam for a few weeks and then I was thinking of heading to Morocco." Smacking the table Brad's face lit up. "What are you up to? Working anytime soon? You could join me?"

Johnny nodded, "Man that sounds excellent but I gotta gig. Damn that sounds good though." Johnny paused for a moment in thought. "Ya know…I might be able to meet up with you in a couple of weeks for a day or two."

"Cool, let me know where you'll be and I'll send…" Brad's words faded as he caught sight of her.

Johnny followed Brad's gaze across the club, a long dramatic whistle escaping his lips. "Now that's just trouble."

"Tell me about it!" Brad answered eyes still on the beauty walking towards the bar.

"Be right back man. Gotta save someone." Johnny eased out of his chair and headed straight for the bar.

Knowing half the employees including the bouncers at the door was always a plus, Angelina thought as she glided into the club and over to the bar. She hadn't been there a minute when a very drunk patron decided to offer his services…invading her space. "Hey lovely lady you look like you could use a drink. Here lemme get you one!" he shouted over the music.

"Thanks but no. I'm good." Angelina tried to move away, only to have her new friend move closer.

"Come on one drink, you've gotta be thirsty!" He motioned to the bartender who stood watching the scene, ready to help Angelina at her request.

"I think the lady said no." An arm split between the two. "Hey Ange…need a hand?"

"Johnny! Hi!" Angelina moved away from the unknown man to hug her friend. "I didn't know you'd be here tonight."

"Hey pal, I saw her first!" the cluber stopped mid sentence as he realized who'd interrupted his game. "Johnny Depp! Man you're famous!"

Johnny frowned a bit. "Yeah so they tell me. Hey Frank can I get two more whiskies and a wine spritzer?"

The bartender sighed, relieved that he wouldn't end his night giving a statement to police and went on to mix the requested drinks. He knew Johnny would look out for Angie not to mention he was sitting with Brad…she'd be fine. "you want me to bring them over to your table?"

"Yeah. Thanks!" Johnny grabbed Angelina around the waist and guided her over to his table. "Are you nuts? Coming here alone!"

"I didn't come alone. I'm not that new! I came with a couple of friends but they went over to the candy room and I'm not into that." Angelina answered.

Johnny knew she referred to the dj's back booth were cocaine was sold. "Good girl! Where's James?"

"He went to Snowden's Club with his friends. Didn't want to go over there so I came here." Angelina finished just as they arrived at the table. Smiling as she caught sight of the sole occupant. "Well if it isn't Mr. social conscience."

TO BE CONT...