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A/N -by the way you have to forgive me If my English is not good enough, but I came to U.S. 3 years ago so I'm still learning =] Just ignore the wrong parts and enjoy the story! REVIEW PLEASE.

Love me Leave me

BPOV

"Alice, that blonde guy has been staring at you for the last 15 minutes." I told my best friend Alice, while taking a sip of my mocha frappuccino and shivering from its coldness. I was wearing my black gloves with a gray scarf, but I was freezing because for some stupid reason Coffee Bean had its AC on at 8:00 am in the morning and the sun wasn't even clear yet. The weather didn't bother Alice though, she was too busy ogling the guy that was standing outside but thanks to the glass door of the café, they both could see each other. The guy looked like he was 25-35 years old with blonde hair and big eyes; he was like a model who just stepped out of Vogue Magazine. Alice had the same gorgeous look, with short black spiky hairstyle, about 5'4 feet tall and with a very petite body. Anyone who didn't know her would think she is either a model or actress but really she was a fashion designer, who made gowns and clothes for very high prices, and she was very successful. Her personality was as good as her looks. She was the most optimistic and friendly person I have ever met in my life. She always knew how to make me smile and was always there for me, I thanked God everyday for being best friends with such a stellar person like her.

I first met Alice 5 years ago in Kellogg University. She was my roommate and since then we have always been together. I was pretty self conscious and quiet back then. I was a tomboy who liked to wear sweats and dream of becoming a successful woman who lives in Chicago in one of the big buildings that I used to search on internet. Alice was very hyper and too friendly with everyone, even with the people who didn't deserve it. So I guess you could say we put each other's personalities in balance. Thanks to her fashion style and love I became more confident and though we have different jobs and live separately now we still are extremely close and we have breakfast together almost every morning before we go to work.

The tall guy faced the door and entered the café. He looked at Alice one more time before walking towards the cashier. Alice nervously started fidgeting with her hands and then slowly fixed her bangs. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing at her silliness. She was acting like a high school freshman who never talked to a senior guy before. When she saw my face she glared at me and started to examine her chocolate muffin, holding it too close to her face. She looked much focused and it reminded me of movies when someone holds a glass of wine and tries to guess if it's a good or not. While the comedy freak in front of me was eye raping the poor muffin, the tall guy was watching her with a confused look, I was scared that he would think she is crazy so I whispered to her.

"Alice stop acting like a retard just look at him and say hi before he left." Alice looked embarrassed but composed herself after a second and looked at his direction with a confident expression on her face. The guy immediately noticed it and gave her a sexy wink and then a shy smile. (Great combination huh) Alice just flashed him a sweet smile and then turned her attention to me, smirked at me and bit her muffin. The guy got his coffee, looked at Alice one more time and then left. I gave her a "that's my girl" smile.

"See now that wasn't hard, was it" I smiled relieved that the scene was over.

"Oh my God, that was the hottest wink ever" She said with dreamy eyes and rested her chin in her hand. Before I could kill her mood with a joke for her cheesy comment she added "I just know I'm going to meet him again."

One thing I learned since I became friends with Alice was that whenever she predicted something it always became true. She was my fortune cookie, my future teller Anita from facebook. Two years ago when she told me I would get the job after my first interview for advertising management I laughed at her. The interview went horrendous, I was extremely shy and anxious and I asked them to repeat almost every question twice. They even asked me if my hearing ability was always like that and I joked by saying "oh, only when I'm in my period." I guess no one would expect me to get accepted after that so I was confident when I made a bet with Alice and told her she was wrong and I wouldn't get the job. Two days later when I got a call from the company we went to a club and I had to poll dance for 20 minutes wearing the tightest jeans and a shirt that looked like a bra. After that night I promised myself to never make a bet with Alice when I doubted her prediction.

After we were done with our breakfast, we went our separate ways. I opened the door of my white Porsche Panamera and drove to work. I walked into my office and sat in front of the computer and paper documents. I looked at my watch. Two minutes down 5 hours and 58 minutes to go.

The sun was almost setting. I was driving back home and listening to Craig Armstrong as the warm colors of sunset caressed the city and danced to the soft music. My mind just relaxed and enjoyed the moment of beauty. I parked the car and entered the elevator. My lovely apartment was on 47th floor. As I opened the door of my home my heart instantly warmed up. I was in love with every inch of this place. Alice helped me to design it with the colors and moods of my personality. The light blue sectional sofa was lying in the living room with faux fur pillows. In front of the sofa was a glass café table and white papasan chairs. The black and silver carpet gave the room an elegant look, and the framed art gave the walls a romantic touch, and finally my favorite part. One of the reasons why I lived in Chicago was the wall length window with the breath taking view of the city. Now the sky was painted with dark blue and purple colors and it gave the room mysterious and peaceful look. I took of my black high heels and walked to my bedroom. It had the same window and next to it was a queen size bed with dark red and black silk sheets. There were flower and cherry scented candles on dark brown drawers. Next to them was a black love seat covered in red fur blanket and cheetah pillows.

I pulled down the zipper of my gray pencil skirt and took of my white crisp white shirt. I put on soft sweats I bought from Pink a few months ago and a blue shirt. I pulled my long, brown hair into a messy ponytail and walked into the kitchen. After realizing I have nothing to eat for dinner; I ordered pizza with chocolate cake. I poured myself a glass of red wine and wrapped myself in one of the fluffy blankets and turned on the TV. At least hearing someone else's voice made it seem like 2 people were living in the house. Don't get me wrong, I always wanted to live independently, on my own, I got what I wanted; however, sometimes I just wished there was someone I could cuddle with and discuss how my day went and what were my thoughts. It's just when I imagined living in Chicago I always thought I would find a boyfriend and he would move in with me. Well, as you can see that didn't happen yet, I felt so lonely I even thought about getting a small kitten.

Being single was my choice. I had a real relationship when I was 17, it lasted for 6 months. In the end I was the one who ended the relationship, because I confused love with something else. He was a great guy, a perfect boyfriend that any girl could ask for. He sent me flowers when I felt down. Texted me poems about his love every night and always showed how much he loved me. The relationship was normal and sweet, and that was the problem…normal. Love isn't supposed to be normal; it must be crazy, full of passion, endless love and desire. But my heart didn't beat faster when I looked him in the eyes. My body didn't crave him when he touched me. I confused safeness and warmth with love. And the ugly guilt still makes me hate myself, for breaking such a sweet guy's heart; nevertheless, I don't blame myself too much. He was my first boyfriend; I didn't know how I was supposed to feel. So when I told him I wasn't ready for a relationship some part of me realized it was true. If it took me 6 months to realize that what I have is not what I need then I didn't know what I wanted. So I decided to stay single until I would find the guy who I knew I could live with. Not the one who would make my heart beat faster. No, I didn't want a prince charming on a white horse. I wanted a guy who would know the real me and I would know the real him and we would live with each other with passion and trust, and fights wouldn't let us hurt each other.

After the pizza delivery came, I ate watching "my wife and kids" and then I called my mom to see how she is. My mom lived in Los Angeles with her husband, who she got married to 6 years ago. My dad and she got divorced when I was 4 years old. A year later he married a black haired woman, went to Russia and had two kids. My mom had several boyfriends before she met her today's husband. She was happily married and I knew she found a phenomenal husband. I don't talk to my dad; we lost contact 10 years ago. But it never hurt me to grow up without him. I know people always looked at me and thought I was miserable for not having a dad next to me, but I was fine living with my mom. She raised me well and taught me to be independent and not get too attached to people. I love her for teaching me that, because it helped me a lot through life.

After talking to her for 40 minutes I said goodnight and slipped under the cold silk sheet. I closed my eyes and imagined being in the arms of my not so prince charming but future sexy boyfriend...

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