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and on your trip in fanficdom.. maybr you can release more of those "pent up feeling" yeah that is reality..I wonder what would happen if you actually submitted something to a "real" publisher. than I think you can feel really proud .

# 602 | gitane I for one am a major fan of your sweet, heart-wrenching fanfics. Do keep writing them. I look forward to each and every chapter. And for that poster who keeps dissing you, without even reading your fanfic — we can just put them in the ignore category. We know that despite their denial, they read the fanfic anyway, else why would they be on a thread that is what — 3 months old? You are right, they are just jealous because no one can write an interesting fanfic about JA and VV, and the only one who has even attempted a fanfic was all about fantasizing Brad and JA getting back together. On the other hand, there are at least ten people (I think) who have tried, at one time or another, their hand at writing fanfiction all about the love story of Brad and Angie, which goes to show how interesting their story is.

# 603 | briseis thank you, my dear! and please, i in no way feel dissed by this silly fool. he/she/it is failing miserably at disturbing my fic-writing bliss. i’m only perturbed that him/her/it is polluting my lovely fic thread with their inanity. that’s all. just wait and see, he/she/it will be back to see what i’ve posted, increasing the hits on this site, leaving a pointless, tedious post, and convincing me that his/her/its only pleasure is in bitchery and disdain directed at people who don’t give a damn.fyi, there’s many more than 10 BAMZS fic writers. there’s at least 15 on EA and 5 more non-EA members who post here at JJ. plus, there’s other brad/angie sites where the fic flows freely. even lainey’s done brangelina fic. they’re just that fascinating–even jen fans can’t stay away.

this is a work of fiction based completely on my imagination, for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans, unapologetically pissing off the fanistons, and still dedicated to Original jpf…Laying Down Part VIIAngelina moved stealthily around the living room of Brad’s suite at the Chateau Marmont, carefully collecting Maddox’s abandoned toys and stashing them in his backpack near the door. She tiptoed back into the living room to pick up the empty pizza box and juice bottles, taking care not to disturb the pair on the couch. Brad and Maddox were huddled together deep in sleep on the plush tan sofa with the final scenes of “Shark Tale” flashing multicolored light over their faces. Maddox was snug and natural against Brad’s side, his mouth slightly open and his eyes tightly shut. He looked completely content. Brad’s arm was wrapped protectively around him, holding the little boy close to him as he dozed elegantly on the couch with his feet up on the round, glass coffee table. Angelina had never seen a sight more beautiful or enchanting. She stood admiring them with the pizza box and bottles still in her hands.As if he felt her staring at him, Brad’s eyes opened slowly and locked with hers. Angelina took a deep breath, smiled shyly at him and went back to occupying herself with tidying the suite. Brad carefully extricated himself from the sleeping Maddox, laying him down gently across the sofa and cushioning his head with a throw pillow. He followed Angelina into the kitchen of the suite and watched the grace and ease of her movements as she put away the leftover salad and wiped down the counter.“I would have done that,” Brad said with a chuckle.Angelina jumped at the sound of his voice. She’d felt him watching her, but hadn’t expected him to speak.“I…it’s under control. I just couldn’t leave a mess. We’re your guests, after all,” she replied, avoiding eye contact as much as she could.“Thanks for bringing dinner. I wasn’t expecting pizza. It was very good.”“Yeah. Madd loves pizza. He always eats too much and then falls asleep,” Angelina laughed lightly.They fell awkwardly quiet after that, neither of them sure of what they wanted to say next. Angelina could hear the closing credits of Shark Tale coming from the living room. She glanced at the clock in the kitchen. “It’s way past Madd’s bedtime. I’d better pack his things up and get going.”Brad stepped in front her as she tried to maneuver her way back to the living room. “Angie, let’s talk, please,” he pleaded. He was very weary of the awkwardness and tension between them. He had hoped that having dinner together meant they would get all of their issues out on the table, but Maddox had dominated the dinner conversation and truthfully, they had both been more than happy to let his chatter fill up the silence and delay the broaching of the serious and difficult matters between them. But Brad was not going to let this night or this opportunity pass him without finding out where he stood with her. He wasn’t going to let Angelina use Maddox as a barrier anymore. Although he felt badly about the scene in the studio lot that morning, he recognized that the air around the three of them had changed and he was very close to achieving the goal of his crusade. Maddox had made his desire known. Brad had made his desire known. It was time for Angelina to do the same.Angie steeled herself against what was coming. She had been anxious the entire evening not knowing which of her companions would drop a bombshell into the conversation. When she had survived dinner unscathed and they had fallen asleep on the couch, it had given her hope that this moment wouldn’t come and that she could go to her own bed tonight still respecting herself. The expression on Brad’s face let her know that she had officially run out of diversionary tactics.“Okay,” she relented with a sigh as she slumped against the kitchen counter. “Let’s talk,” she said, finally meeting his eyes.Brad slipped his hands into his pockets and leaned against the doorjamb. There was so much he wanted to say to her that he really didn’t know where to start. He searched her eyes, her beautiful face, for a hint of what she wanted to hear, but Angelina’s expression was apprehensive if not blank.“Angie,” he began thoughtfully, “this is an awkward situation for me. And…and for you, too, I know.” His stomach tightened as she crossed her arms over her breasts and looked away from him. “But we can’t avoid this just because it’s awkward. I’m learning the hard way about putting things off, and maybe if I had taken charge of my life sooner, you and I wouldn’t be in this mess.”Angelina relaxed a little and looked back into his face. At least he acknowledged it was a mess. God what a mess! Here she was, the product of a broken home, one bad decision, one loss of self-control away from becoming the other woman. She hung her head a little, silently praying that whatever was said tonight would rescue her from that fate. But even now, standing only a few feet away from him, Angelina was fighting the urge to crush her body to his and take what she had been wanting for many long months.“Angie, I’m sorry,” Brad said simply. “I’m sorry that I’ve spent the last year protecting my image and neglecting my life. If I had seen you and Maddox coming, if I had known how…how deeply you would affect me, I would have handled everything differently.”Angelina searched his face and saw the longing and sincerity there. Her own emotional desires came to the surface screaming for the freedom to love him and be loved by him. She closed her eyes against the force of the tide, his marriage still in the forefront of her thoughts.“Brad, it’s not your fault. I played my part. I let things go too far. I encouraged you to stay with your wife and let you play house with Maddox and me at the same time. I invited you in and expected that we could all keep our emotional distance. I thought your marriage was enough to protect us.”“It seems my marriage hasn’t lived up to anyone’s expectations…”“But it’s still a marriage and no matter what I feel for you, I cannot and will not be the other woman. I can’t do it, Brad,” she said shaking her head, wet tracks forming on her pale cheeks. “I can’t do it to you or to Jennifer. I can’t do it to Maddox. I can’t do it to my mother…”Brad reached out to her then. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms. She was trembling from head to foot with the effort to hold on to herself. “Angie,” he said as he took her hands in his, “I don’t want you to be the other woman. I want you to be the only woman.”His words reached in and grabbed violently at her resistance, strangling it mercilessly until she couldn’t see straight. She snatched her hands away from his and shook herself free of the naive, fanciful stupor that wanted to overcome her. “As long as you are still married, I would be the other woman,” she bit out tersely.“Even once the divorce petition is filed?” Brad asked searchingly. Angelina’s trembling stopped. Brad realized that she was listening very intently, hanging on the words he’d said and waiting for the next. “My marriage is over, Angie. The papers will be filed by the end of the month. Jennifer and I agreed to wait until after the convention, but no longer. If she doesn’t file before the month is over, I will.” Brad paced stiffly around the little kitchen. “We put this off for much too long. It should have been done over a year ago, but we were so wrapped up in our own publicity that we couldn’t be bothered to face reality.”All of the air left Angelina’s body. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, digesting what he had just said and what it meant. Divorce papers would be filed. Brad would be a single man.“Angie, I’m not expecting you to run away with me to the Casbah,” he continued. “I just..I just want to be around. I want to see you smile at me again. I want to be near you and not have to explain myself, apologize or make excuses. I want to talk easily with you again. I want to touch you and not feel like a creep. I want to spend more time with you and Maddox. I want to imagine a future with you and know that it’s more than fantasy. I want..I want to be welcome.”An incredible softness overtook Angelina, like her soul landing on fluffy, warm goose down. She studied Brad’s face intently because she finally felt free to look at him. The angles of his face, his blue eyes, his tempting lips—she looked at him completely and without guilt for the first time in months. She became so enraptured by the sight of him that she reached out her hands and touched his face, running her fingers over his skin, tracing his nose and his lips reverently.Brad closed his eyes and absorbed her touch. Her hands were soft, warm and delicate, innocent and arousing at the same time. Before he lost himself completely in the bliss of having her touch him again, he wrapped his hands around her wrists and looked into her eyes. He was waiting desperately for her next words.But Angelina didn’t speak. She took his hands in hers and led him out of the kitchen and back into the living room where Maddox lay sleeping. She lifted her son carefully into her arms and carried him past the door of the suite and into Brad’s bedroom. Bewildered, Brad lost a step behind her and when he finally entered his room, he saw that she had tucked Maddox into the middle of his bed and she sat on the edge removing her shoes. Brad watched breathless as she turned the blankets down and slipped into the bed next to her son. When she reached over Maddox to turn down the sheets on the other side, Brad felt his heart lurch. Quickly, he removed his own shoes and slid between the sheets with them. He turned to face them both, seeking Angelina’s eyes over Madd’s tufted head. She reached out and touched his face again, her eyes bright, her expression soft. She leaned over Maddox and kissed Brad sweetly, gently, savoring the taste of him, losing herself in the pleasure of his kiss. Before her blood began racing, she released his lips, looked into his blue eyes again and said, “Come in, please Brad. You’re welcome, very welcome into our lives.”up next….dessert!

# 607 | gitane | - Oh Gitane, that was beautiful, so sweet, so tender, Angie is taking a chance on real love. Oh dessert can’t wait lol

# 607 | gitane |aww!! that was such an affectionate chapter, well of course most of your chapters were pretty striking to the heart lol. Thanks Gitane. Hmm dessert..lmao. Now I need to catch up on the bp home thread ffics.

thanks gitane for another wonderful fic….for your next fic….how about make up story about them making films in canada and new york….the scene where brad was allegedly become so emotional while on the phone with angie and could not concentrate while filming…..i love to read your creative imagination about this tab story…thanks!!

#607 Gitane,That was wonderful!Update it soon please.

thanks again! all of you, many, many thanks! i am both happy and sad to be rid of all this angsting, but, now comes the cream! whipped cream and flavored body oil! and sex toys! oh the sex toys!okay, maybe not that kinky. but it’s high time these two got it on, don’cha think? i’ve already started on dessert. let’s see if i can get it to you by saturday ;)

# 617 | gitane …saturday??? today is sunday….you mean.. we wait until this coming saturday???? wwwwwaaaaaaaaahhhh….that long!!!…..lol….anyways….i am looking forward for your update, thanks…..:)))

Came across these 6 min clipviews from the Bio channel, thought I’d share ‘em.BPAJ

# 621 | angelah ….thanks angelah for the vids…..the year that angie shoot the movie girl interrupted…she really looks thin and gaunt….maybe the effects of her portrayal of the girl in that movie???

Gitane, you did it again. I am continually amazed at how your choice of tone, style and scenerios, so accurately reflect how I believe history unfolded between these two. You have nailed it in the many ways you captured their essence. Thank you, and keep writing. I know I am not the only one looking forward to the next chapter.