Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Her eyes lingered on their entwined fingers. It was weird not to see the old wrinkly finger of her grandmother's. Her lips curled into a small smile at his words. He was calling her things she never thought she would get to hear. Being called beautiful, pretty, more positive adjectives- she wasn't used to it. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. The thought was something that made more sense, but also something she didn't want to believe. He could even be lying just to get her to sleep with him. That's what her grandparents would say. His smiles, his kind voice, his tender touch, was this the real Mike Romanov? Was this the one that the fans would only dream of seeing? Any girl would kill to hear him call them such sweet things. But why her of all people? The one girl that would probably hold onto those words harder than any other girl would, simply because there was no chance she would hear them from anyone else like him. Maybe not even from him again. All of a sudden, she felt sorta sad looking at their fingers like that. Before she knew it, he was nearly toppling her over. At first, she thought he was blacking out, which didn't help since she was dizzy herself. As stated before, she wasn't drunk enough to not know what's going on with both her mind and her body. Her hands quickly came up to push against his chest, trying to keep him up when she realized he wasn't passing out at all. He was laying his head on her shoulder, as if he needed some sort of rest. Like he needed to be comforted. As his arms enveloped her, she swore he would squeeze all the air out of her body. The voice that came out of him seemed so far away and distant. It was like he was...lost. A sorrowful aching instantly overwhelmed her. Her arm moved up, fingers gingerly playing with his hair. She had never comforted someone else before, but she felt this was the best way to show it. In an instant, he seemed to compose himself as if he were doing something wrong. She watched him, eyes filled with worry as he simply pecked her cheek and walked off. Turning around, she watched him carefully. Her fingers curled a bit, and she forced herself not to reach out for him and pull him back to safety. No, she couldn't worry about him. Because after tonight, he would be a stranger again. An egotistical model who only cared for himself. Her lazy tutoree and nothing more, right? And she would be the star pupil, the teacher's pet, the good-girl-bookworm. They wouldn't be the people they were tonight because in the real world, where they had to live- this night never existed. Taking a deep breath, she ran her slender fingers through her dark locks, hoping to smooth them out a bit more before moving toward the door frame. At the sight of so many people swarming Mike, she took a quick step back. From the side of the door frame, she peeked out and listened carefully. They were all questions about her. Hearing the word 'girlfriend' caused her stomach to do flips. Are you going to ask her out? That was when time seemed to drag out forever. Juliette found herself holding her breath when really she knew what the answer was going to be. She closed her eyes, wishing she could close her ears as well as he struggled with what to say. He couldn't flat out say no, but she knew that's what he meant. And for some reason it really disappointed her. Watching as others murmured amongst themselves, her eyes took note of his signal. Nodding, she glanced around and quickly made her way over to him, maneuvering herself through the crowd of people as low key as possible. When she almost got lost in a sea of people, something warm wrapped around her dainty hand. She knew the feeling and couldn't help but smile just for a brief moment. Her hand absently squeezed back as the two made it out of the mansion and into seclusion. The best ofbthebelectronic music was still ringing in her ears when he asked about her car. At first, she was honestly scared to tell him. After all he had a considerable amount of alcohol while she had been in the bathroom. Yet again, he had proven he was fully aware of what was going on. Maybe he drank a lot already. The thought sorta turned her off since she hated drinking, mostly from dealing with drunk family members at parties. But in this case, maybe his buil up tolerance would work. From her bag, she fished out some car keys with disney themed keychains, as well as one Hello Kitty key it was from when she was little and had to get into the apartment that was partially true. And her excuse. She could have changed it now that she was a grown woman basically, but she really loved that key design. She led him down the street to her car and slid into her passenger's seat. It was a decent car. Honestly she didn't know what kind it was. She could care less about cars. It wasn't dirty, and the engine had a nice purr to it. All that really mattered to her was that it ran smoothly and without safety hazards. Surely it was nowhere near as high-end as his vehicles were. Hopefully he wouldn't complain too much about it. From the moment her seatbelt went on, she looked like a nervous wreck. Her fingers grabbed at the seat, knuckles nearly turning white as she sat in a full, upright posture. Her eyes scanned the roar as if her life depended on it which it did. She wasn't even driving and yet she was having terrible drivers anxiety. It was most likely out of fear that they could get caught for driving under the influence. Oh, or you know, die. Simply petrified, she stayed silent the whole ride to his penthouse. Her thoughts were racing left and right, anticipating both what could happen to them in this dangerous situation, and what would happen when they were all by themselves. The images that flashed in her mind made her stomach go into knots. OOC I apologize if this post is a bit all over the place. It's really late here and undid the end of it on mobile. So if the words seem weird, it's because autocorrect and the keyboard are really weird in my phone lol. I hope it isn't too bad!