Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

Aaliyah had no problem sitting and waiting for Emily to have her fun and then leave. It was something she had done many times before and she had no problems doing it one more time. Aaliyah wasn't entirely sure how she and Emily got along so well. They were complete and total opposites. Aaliyah was withdrawn and quite while Emily was loud and happily did what ever she pleased with out any regrets. Aaliyah would rather sit and home and read, like she wanted to now actually, while Emily would go out and party. It was a little weird seeing how they grew up in environments completely different from their personalities. Growing up in party city, New Orleans, one would think Aaliyah would be a lot more...out there. And growing up on the country side of Texas one would assume Emily would be more withdrawn. But that just wasn't the case. Letting out a sigh the girl look at the people around her. Emily was already working her magic as a social butterfly. That was until Zack showed up, after that she was still somewhat of a social butterfly, but she had a buddy now. Closing her eyes the girl rubbed her temples, leaning back against the couch. Maybe Emily wouldn't mind so much if she left. Jumping at the sound of a voice Aaliyah looked up, taking the bottle of water from the male. Thanks. She opened it up, taking a quick sip and chuckled a bit at his words. Something told her that even if he asked Zack to stop seeing them, or tried to keep him away from Emily and her he wouldn't be very successful. Before she could fully thank him, or say anything else though he had made his way through the crowd, lost from her field of vision. He wasn't the type of person to stay in one place for long was he? Then again if she could find some way to get out of here she would have also. Resting her head against the back of the couch she wanted to get a brief moment of rest before figuring out what she was going to do for the rest of the night. But of course she didn't get that moment. Instead she got an arm wrapped around her shoulders and a male beside her. Ok or, Zack beside her, big difference. But what did he want though? He wasn't going to hit on her, or at least she hoped not. Well she wouldn't have put it past him, not like he hadn't done it before. But at that point in time he was drunk so it was a lack of proper judgment. But what he was saying actually wasn't...that bad. Taking control of the conversation well...it didn't sound that bad. It made sense actually. Vincent obviously wasn't going to be the one to do it. But her only question was why did Zack care so much what she said to Vincent or did with him? And it seemed to be the same vice versa. Maybe he was a stalker or some sort, that or a match maker. Ok, scratch that last one. It didn't seem that reasonable. Thanks.. he watched as the male stood up and made his way back to Emily. Well at least he had given her a bit of helpful advice and she could appreciate that. It was as she watched the man walked away that she began to think. Why in the world did she want to make friends with Vincent in the first place? He didn't seem like the type of person to make friends that easily anyway. She was surprised that him and Zack were actually friends. Sure it actually seemed like something of a forced friendship Zack being the friend and Vincent getting dragged around but it was one that had a lot of trust behind it. And sure, Vincent seemed like he was annoyed by the man most of the time, or at least thats what she had seen so far, but he cared. He didn't want to show it but he did care. When it came to her he just seemed kind of...uncomfortable. She wasn't at all intimidating, she would have laughed at anyone who said otherwise, and she hadn't done anything wrong, as far as she knew anyway. Maybe he did like people trying to get to know him , which was exactly what she was trying to do. Or actually she was just trying to figure out what was so odd about him. She didn't know why exactly, but, she was. Grabbing her purse and standing up to go tell Emily she was stepping out for a minute only the girl made her way into the kitchen. Or at least she tried to anyway. Instead of getting here she was flooded by people and carried out into the living room, the word knife reaching her ears followed by the faint coppery scent of blood. Oh great, someone had gotten cut. As much as she would have loved to see who it was she was instead being thrown around in the sea of people towards the back of the room and ended up staying there for a minute. Small people really couldn't make their way through larger people, it just didn't work. Luckily though Emily had managed to grab her from the side and pull her into a less congested area and managed to get into the kitchen. What happened exactly? Honestly or some sort of lie? What do you think? Ok, ok. So...Vincent kinda sorta got cut, gutted, knife put through him, what ever you wanna call it. Ok so the lie might have been better. Would have made her worry a hell of a lot less. Is he ok? Has some one called an ambulance? No. Why not? That's a good question actually. Aaliyah frowned, resting her head against her friends chest, shaking her head a bit. Well look at it this way, it could be a lot worse. How so? Well he could have been killed. Well that was one way to look at it. Removing her head from her friends chest she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, frowning a bit. This was why she didn't like to come to parties. Stuff could happen and it was rarely ever pleasant. I think Zack wants you. Hm? She turned around to look at the male, taking a minute to realize just what he was doing. She couldn't go check on Vincent it was none of her business and yet she was worried anyway. I'm going to go check on him ok? Got it. With that Aaliyah left the kitchen and back into the stream of people, not quite making it to her destination. Instead of getting to his room she was actually pushed back, again. Damn it! That would have to stop, really, it would. That or she would have to grow taller but she didn't see that happening within the next couple of hours. Frowning the girl leaned back against the wall, trying to figure out what she would do. That was until she heard the balcony door opening. She didn't have to look to know who it was though. And for once instead of having to go through a sea of people to get to where she wanted to go it was actually pretty clear. Taking in a deep breath the girl made her way over to the door, opening it slowly and stepping out into the night air. It was a lot nicer out here. The night air was clear rather then filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat. It wasn't loud at all. And there was room enough to breathe. But she wasn't out here to get away, she was out here to check on someone. Leaning back against the door lightly she simply watched for a moment, her hands twiddling her fingers lightly behind her back. Well, like Zack said, she had to take control because he certainly wasn't going to. So I'll take a guess and say that this is why you don't host parties that often, or at all actually. If I had to take a guess I'd say that this entire thing wasn't you're idea in the first place. She was rambling on and it really wasn't needed. If anything she needed to hurry up and ask her question already. Are you ok? I'm sure you've been asked that a lot already but I wanted to make sure for myself. Not exactly a way to take control but it was something.