Thread: A Former Love :: Relix/Zexy

On her way up to the apartment Aaliyah removed her phone from her purse, dialing the number. Would the girl answer? No, probably not. But she was going to leave her a quick message. Hey Emily it's Aaliyah and this is your hang over reminder. Before you wake up wondering where you are and why your one of four girls with one guy just listen. The guys name is Zack, he treated us to dinner last night, or well his friend did, and then took you and the other girls home. You'll probably remember nothing I just told you but everything that happened after you walked through his door. Anyway, see you in the morning. Hopefully. Hanging up the phone she shoved it into he back pocket while opening the apartment door. That was Emily's Drunk Reminder. Normally when the girl had to much to drink she would forget everything that happened while she was intoxicated, unless sex was involved, but then she would only remember that part. So to make sure her friend didn't freak out completely Aaliyah left her a message telling her what had happened and how she ended up with the guy she was sleeping with. She didn't have to do it a lot, after all Emily didn't sleep around that much but when it did happen Aaliyah made sure to leave her little reminder on Emily's phone. Shutting the door behind her once she entered Aaliyah removed her clothes, plopping down on her bed in nothing but her undergarments and staring out of the window behind her. Such a beautiful night. Or well, such a beautiful city with all of a lights. Crawling to the end of the bed she removed her suitcase from under the frame, removing her robe and slipping it on before heading out to the balcony to sit, grabbing her bag on the way out. She wasn't tired yet, actually she was far from it. She would have loved to do nothing more then get dressed again and walk around on the streets of Paris but there were two problems with that. 1. She didn't know her way around Paris. 2. She didn't know her way around Paris and she could get lost easily or end up with people she didn't want to end up with. It would have been really bad if either one of those happened. Really bad. But to keep her danger levels low she would just sit here and look down at the city, letting the wind roll by, and the smells intoxicate her. I should probably call mom and tell her I didn't crash on the plane... Aaliyah's mom was paranoid like that, and the fact that she hated traveling by plane didn't help either. Opening her phone she checked through her messages, pretty sure the woman had already called. And sure enough, she did. Clicking on her newest voice mail the girl placed the phone to her ear and turned the volume down, pretty sure her mom was yelling. Victoria Arianna Presd'eaux- You can't just call her Aaliyah like everyone else can you? I birthed her I'll call her Benny if I want to. Benny? Really? Shut up Darian. Anyway hi sweetie just calling to make sure you're alive seeing how you don't know how to call your worried to death old parents. I'm not old... You know what mean! Anyway I just wanted to make sure you're ok and still alive seeing how you didn't call once you got off of the plane. Anyway call soon or you might make your poor mother cry. And if you love me you won't do that. The sound of something being thrown, a pillow maybe, could be heard in the background followed by laughter, Anyway, love you. Talk to you later. Smiling at the message Aaliyah closed her phone, giggling a bit. She loved her moms phone messages, they were always made her smile, mainly because they started off with her whole name followed by her father saying something just to get the woman flustered even more. She didn't mind though because she always got him back for it. That was just the way her parents worked. Putting her phone on the small table beside her chair she leaned back, removing her sketch book and her pencil case from her bag. It had been awhile since she had drawn something other then a costume or some kind of prop for a play. But tonight...tonight she knew exactly what she wanted to draw and how. It was a bit weird but...she had Vincent on her mind. She wasn't very proud of the fact but there was still something about him that just urked her. Even after having dinner with him she still couldn't figure out what. The fact that neither of them really talked could have had could have also had something to do with that. The only thing she had learned about him while at dinner was well....It was a bit weird but he seemed like he didn't belong here. In this specific time. He seemed like he belonged in some time period much older then this. And that little thought alone gave her the inspiration for her drawing. Opening her little bound book and removing one of her lighter drawing pencils she began to sketch across the page and idea in mind about how exactly she wanted this to turn out. Then again, she always had some kind of idea about how she wanted her drawings to turn out. Aaliyah! a sing songy voice penetrated the silence that had settled in the hotel room over night. In other words, Emily was back. Sitting up in her chair Aaliyah rubbed her eyes, looking around. She had fallen asleep outside last night. Not that she minded, it was kinda nice actually, that and she had managed to finish off her drawing before she dozed off. Removing her sketch book from her lap and putting it back in her bag the girl stood up, making her way back inside of the hotel room. There you are! A pair of arms were immediately around her figure, waking her up on the spot. I was just outside...What's up Emily? Have fun last night? Yep, very much actually. What about you? Did you and... No. I've told you a thousand times already, I don't believe in one night stands. Yeah but I was hoping you would give that up for a hot guy. As if. Slipping out of her friends grasp the girl took a seat on her bed, looking up at her blue eyed friend who was obviously happy even though it was so early. Did you at least have fun last night? It was interesting if thats what you mean. Oh and thanks for telling my personal life to other people! A light blush had made its way over Emily's face as she giggled, shaking her head. I didn't say that you hadn't been laid yet, Mary did. And according to Zack, Vincent needs to get laid just as much as you do so... So what? The two of you could.. How about this? I get up and take a shower and you don't finish that sentence. But come on you like him! Do not. I just met him and I barely know him. Then your interested him. Yeah ok...she had her there. But it wasn't for romantic reasons. Or at least she didn't think that it was for romantic reasons. She was just curious about a few things. Yeah, that was it. You didn't say anything which means I'm right! You could at least give it a shot. Yeah...no. Standing up Aaliyah grabbed two random things from her closet and a few other things and headed into the bathroom to wash up. Throwing her things on the sink and undressing the girl let out a sigh as she turned on the water and stepped in. She probably should have figured this out last night but the rest of time she was in Paris was going to be really...different. She didn't know how, nor why but she knew it would be. Hopping out about twenty minutes later the girl tried herself off and threw on the little black mini skirt and black and white corset she had picked out. She didn't feel like straightening out so it would just have to stay wavy for now. Stepping out she looked over at Emily who was still smiling. What are you still happy for? I can't be happy? Didn't say that but you have that 'I'm about to drag you into something' smile on. And that's never good for me. It was true. The last time Emily had on that smile well...she didn't want to think about it actually, still gave her a migraine. Well...We're in the city of romance, you should be able to find someone you like. And... We're going to find that someone! Ok, maybe her friend was still drunk or something because that just didn't sound right. They were going to find her some one of romantic interest...Yeah, right. Someone's still a little hung over aren't they? Maybe... Go take your shower so we can get something to eat. The girl did as she was instructed and was out about thirty minutes later, dressed and calmed down, or so it seemed anyway. Heading out of the apartment Aaliyah had some how managed to get her friend to agree to go sight seeing with her instead of doing anything wild with her tonight. But it didn't take a full three minutes before that all went down the drain. Why? Zack. Of course, this was just Aaliyah's guess when she saw the man, she didn't even hear what he had to say to know she was right though. Not a stalker hm? she murmured once he had left, looking over at the flier he had given to Emily. So...what time do you want to go over there? What? Oh Emily come on do we have to? It'll be the first really fun thing you'll get to do since you've been here. Please, please, please, please? The girl sighed, looking up at her friend. She really didn't want to go but...Fine we can go. Though she wasn't completely sure if she was going to regret that decision or not...Probably was but what ever. It wouldn't kill her to go out and try to have fun at least once. Or try to anyway. It took a couple of hours but Emily managed to drag her friend to the store to buy a couple kegs of beer and to the party. I feel weird about this... Why? I just do ok? Well relax and try to have some fun ok? Just don't get drunk ok? One of us has to remember where the hotel room is tonight. Yeah I know... Aaliyah sighed as Emily opened the door to Vincent's apartment, putting the beers on the kitchen counter. Well it certainly was loud in here, not to mention crowded, the two things Aaliyah wasn't really found of. How long are you- We. Ok we, how long are we planning on staying here? Emily looked as if she was seriously thinking about the question, but Aaliyah knew she wasn't. When I start hitting on girls or you don't see me for about an hour. Then feel free to leave ok? In other words when she was with some guy and out of sight. Got it.. Separating from her friend and took a seat on the couch, looking around. This was going to be one really long night.