Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

'Come on Aaliyah move...move! Or at least stop staring...' As much as she wanted to do the things she was telling herself in her mind she couldn't, she didn't want to. The girl stood in the same spot she did a moment ago, her eyes fixed on the man now a few feet in front of her and she couldn't understand why. Maybe it was his eyes or something she was dying to get another look at. They were so pretty and yet,,,they had such a sad and lonely look to them. No, no, she must have been wrong there. There was no way in the world a man such as himself could have been alone. He was attractive and seemed to be a true gentleman, a rare find now a days. And she could have been going out on a limb and guessing things but he seemed like someone who was kind hearted. Or maybe she was just looking way to far into this entire thing...Yeah, that was it. Either way, he couldn't have been single, it was an impossibility, he seemed like the kind of guy who could probably grab any girl from off the street without even trying. Closing her eyes and shaking her head for just a moment in an attempt to get her head straight the girl looked up again, only to find the male gone. Now that was weird...Just where had he run off to? ' Why do you care...' It wasn't as if she knew the person or had met the person before. She had no ties with him what so ever and as a result shouldn't have been thinking weird thoughts like where he had possibly gone. Though...even if she knew she hadn't met him before looking at him, hearing his voice, it felt like she had done it all before. Looking at the eyes that made her freeze up and fear but melted her down to the core. Damn it! Why in the world was she thinking like such a hopeless romantic? It made no sense, she was making no sense. It didn't matter how beautiful a guy ever was, she never stood and stared at him, thinking odd thoughts, wondering if he had a girl friend or not. Most of the time she could care less about all those things and considered the guy nothing then another one of her, and normally Emily's, 'pin up boy' phases. Pretty boys that could always be seen, but never touched. It was better if she just forgot about it and tried to force him out of her head. Placing her book inside her bag the girl decided to she would just turn in earlier then expected and skip dinner, just eating a big breakfast to make up for it. Looking around one finial time the girl turned around on her heels, making her way back to the hotel. As much as she would have loved to go inside and go to sleep she was going to end up waiting for Emily to get back so she could blab everything to her. The girl would probably ask her a thousand questions. What did he look like, how did he rate on a scale of one to ten, did he have friends, what was his name, things of that nature...And as usual Aaliyah would be able to answer none of those questions because she didn't know. I guess I probably should have asked for a name.. Why though? It would have been useless, not like she would see him again. And of course it was while she thought this that she walked by him, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air . Though she assumed that the smell was from the other man that was with him, the other man that had quickly unattached from his side and quickly made his way to hers. And of course he was hitting on her, a little drunk but hitting on her none the less. Hi... she said, obviously uncomfortable, how could she not be? As much as she probably should have been listening to the drunken guy in front of her she couldn't, she was to fixated on the mystery man again to even really hear what they were saying. That was until he opened his mouth to speak, then she was immediately paying attention but heard something rather odd. How did he know that she was new to town? As far as she knew she had met the all members of the theater group here a couple hours ago and none were missing which meant no one but them should have known she was a new arrival to the city. Wait, how do you- but it was then that she heard Zack's comment on her chest, a heavy blush now on her light cheeks. If she could have covered herself she would have but unfortunately her hands were a little on the full side. She couldn't believe him! Even if he had nothing rude about her body he still should have waiting until she was out of sight before making a comment like that about her. But then it got her thinking. Her chest wasn't really that big was it? Great, now she was feeling self conscious. Looking back once more at the source of the velvet like voice she couldn't help but to smile nervously. It's alight. That's understandable. It happens after all. Her voice was soft, eyes averted to the ground as she slowly walked forward what in the world was the matter with her? She really needed to get back to the hotel and get to sleep, maybe then she could get these butterflies to stop fluttering around in her stomach. It probably took another thirty minutes before Aaliyah had made it back to the hotel, tired and a little out of it. Opening the door to the apartment she was surprised to see Emily already there, sitting in one of the chairs by the door, an angry look in her eyes. Going to sleep hm? Ok so I lied. How was the party? I'm surprised it's over so early. Immediately the girls eyes went from mock anger to excitement, like a child who had been given a sweet treat. It was amazing! It's not over yet but some guys started fighting over Maria and I decided to leave after that. Her smile never changing Emily wrapped her arms around her friend for a tight hug, dragging her over to the bed area to take a seat. So what about you, how was your shopping time out? Meet anyone, get anything nice, do anything exciting? Sure she was a bit nosy but as Aaliyah's best friend that was in her job description. She was suppose to know everything going on with the girl, good or bad. Well you see... Aaliyah brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes wondering around the room, her mind digging for the words to explain exactly what she had done, who she had seen. There was this guy that I saw and....He was so...And well.. Complete sentences please! Don't tell me he did anything bad. Did he touch you or talk to you in a way you didn't like? Just tell me and I'll go kick his ass for you. Sad thing was Emily had done this on a number of occasions for the raven haired girl. Best part was none of those guys ever messed with the woman again. No! No, thats the last thing I want! It was just..He was so..I don't know how to explain him. He is indescribable almost. He's really handsome and nice...Kept his friend from hitting on me. So there was a pervert involved? Yes but thats not the point here. Even though I only saw him for a few minutes it was kinda of amazing. Not that she knew why and she wished she did. If she knew then maybe, just maybe she could stop feeling this way and get her mind out of the gutter. But I'll probably never see him again. Standing up with a frown Aaliyah removed her clothes and slipped her tank top back on, placing her shopping bags on the floor and looking over at her friend. All I want to do is go to bed and get him out of my head. Alright Ali. Night. Night. At six o clock on the dot Aaliyah's eyes opened, looking around the dark room in confusion. Where was she again? Oh yeah, Paris. It was weird not waking up in her own room like she usually did. Sitting up she stretched out, removing her tank top and grabbing a red and white one from the drawer along with a pair of jogging shorts to match. Emily was already up and about on her side of the room, wearing the same thing only in blue. Every morning at six a.m the two got up and went for a jog together. It was fun and when they were finished they could always pig out on breakfast, go to their room to take a shower, and then start the day off feeling awake and alive. Reaching down into her purse she grabbed her credit card, the room key, and a bottle of water. Shoving the two smaller items into her bra she placed the water bottle into Emily's backpack, zipping it up and handing it to the girl. Where are we going for breakfast anyway? The blue eyed girl asked, putting her bag on her back and heading out the door with her friend. I dunno, how about we actually work out a little first before thinking about food? Jogging through Paris was kinda weird...It wasn't like America where there weren't that many people out this time of the morning so the streets were more or less clear. But it wasn't two crowded, not that many people none the less and the ones they did run across were some what nice and actually awake. But as time began to pass and two hours went by more and more people began to come out of their homes. But that was weird was a group of people in front of a certain apartment complex. What do you think that's about? They were obviously crowded over or around something. I dunno, lemme go see. With that Emily made her way over to the small crowd to see what all the fuss was about. It was just a painting a really good painting but...Wait..That looked just like Aaliyah, just in different clothing, older clothing. What the hell...Hey, Ali come here! Wondering what her friend had found she listened making her way past a few people, looking down on that picture on the ground. It was her...But no, it couldn't have been her that would have been a little creepy. Who painted this? she murmured, looking up at the crowd. They all seemed as excited as she was except for one person. The guy she had met last night, the other one anyway. Zack. And it was as soon as a name came to mind that he started describing her. What for though? I'm surprised you actually remember anything last night, you seemed drunk enough to hit on me so I thought you would have a hang over by now. She said a little louder for the other male to hear, making her way in front of him. Who drew this exactly?