DISCLAIMER:I do not own, or have anything to do with Orlando Bloom, Elijah Wood, or anyone/anything associated with them. I also do not own Matchbox Twenty. Somara, Raina, and their parents belong to me.
*summary: Uses the song "Bright Lights" by Matchbox 20. When tragedy strikes down an acting prodigy by the name of Raina Johnson, can her sister, Somara - along with Orlando's help - pull everything back together in time to save the film Raina was working on...and herself?
PROLOGUE
Raina Johnson was your average girl. 18 years old, five-foot-four, nothing too spectacular about her to note...until you got to know her. Raina was one of those girls who could tell everything about you from just the expression on your face, and Gods could she could act. She didn't have a fleeting talent, but she was a natural. You could tell by the way she presented herself on stage, and even in public, that she was enthused with acting...and if you had known her as long as I'd known her, you would've realized that after Graduation she would be off to find a spot for herself on Broadway.
Sure enough, Graduation Day came and went, and Raina flew off for Broadway, leaving me to myself and the hellhole we'd lived our entire lives in called Lubbock, Texas. I won't lie to you and tell you that I wasn't jealous, because I was. For the longest time, I was jealous of her. Not only because she had found success, but because my sister had found success. Raina and I are twins...were twins. She died two months ago, and left everything she'd earned, everything she'd worked for, to me...but that's another chapter in this story. This time, this isn't all about Raina. It's about the man she introduced me to, and how everything that happened after him changed my life.
In a few short months that Raina was away, I went from being Somara Johnson, straight-A student and nobody, to Somara Johnson, the jealous sister, and I hated it. Raina had always been the better sister of the two of us: the one all of the boys fawned over, despite her average appearance, while I had been head of the Pom Squad. She was less than popular, but somehow managed to attract more people than I was able to, despite my being one of the most popular girls in school. She was brilliant, as was I - don't get me wrong - but she made me work extra hard to keep my straight-A's while she never even seemed to crack a book. Every time I looked at her, I saw something special...and when I looked at myself, I saw a nothingness. Her dreams would come true, and she would light up Broadway, but as for me? I would amount to nothing. After our eighteen years of living together, I realized that everything I did, and everything that I could ever do would pale in comparison to whatever Raina was destined for. For a while I was proud of her...but when she brought him home three years later, I just assumed they were together, an item...and then I found out otherwise. I found out that...well, you shouldn't know. Not just yet, but you'll know. In time.
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