RPOV
Oh shit!
That is the only thought running through my head at the moment as I look around the old gym filled with people that used to be my friends. However, I'm not thinking "oh shit" about everyone in the room. Just one particular person is making my mind race as I try to figure out if I should stay and try to blend in hoping he won't see me, or if I should run out of here as fast as possible, hop in my rental car, drive to the airport, hop on a flight, and go back to L.A. It seems as though I don't have a choice now because as I focus back on the him, I am staring straight into the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen in my life. He is staring me down, not breaking eye contact even to blink. I take this time to rip my eyes away from his and look him up and down. I haven't seen this man in five years, but those years have done him well. I mean REALLY well. He was always good looking but now he is definitely the hottest man I have ever seen in my life, which says a lot because being a famous singer in L.A., I have seen a lot of hot guys before. His brown hair has grown down to the top of his shoulders. His face looks more angular and his jaw is much sharper (which just makes him that much sexier). He now stands at about 6'7", which means he has grown about 3 or 4 inches since the last time I saw him. His broad shoulders and chest are hard and muscular, along with his huge, muscled arms. I see that he still works out like a mad man (some things never change). As I look at him, I see he is wearing a pair of black dress shoes and slacks, a light blue button up shirt tucked in that fits him just right and shows off his muscles without being too tight, and a black tie that surprisingly is long enough for his extremely long torso. After checking him out for what seems like hours, I finally meet his eyes again, which are still looking right into mine. Those damn eyes. Those big, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes that make me melt. Those eyes that have been haunting my dreams since the day I met him. After I make eye contact with him again, he starts to walk over to me. HOLY SHIT! He is walking right towards me! I can't think or breathe. I feel like I should run but I know it won't do any good, and I'm more of a facing-things-head-on kind of person. Well I have about five seconds until he is standing in front of me so I might as well pray to God that my brain can function enough to form a coherent sentence once he gets here.
DPOV
High school reunions. Enough said. I honestly have absolutely no clue why I thought it was a good idea to come to this thing. I mean sure, I am a high school gym teacher so I'm here in this gym every day, but why did I decide to come and spend my weekend in the same room I work in every day? Yeah it is great to see all my old high school friends but honestly, the ones I care about still live here so I see them all the time. Actually, that is not true. Hell none of this is true. I know exactly why I came to this reunion. It was in hopes of seeing the one person that I have dreamed about every night for the last five years. I know there is a very large possibility that she won't come. She lives all the way in L.A. and is known worldwide as one of the best pop artists of the decade! Why on earth would she want to come back to Montana to see all of her old high school friends that she hasn't even bothered to call and talk to? I don't blame her. This has been her dream since the first day I met her. I'm thrilled that she has made it as far as she has. I just wish I could have been there to see it all happen instead of having to watch through tabloids and newspapers.
As I stand here pretending to talk to some guy that is bragging about all of his accomplishments since high school, I am wishing she would walk through the door. All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the room changes, at least to me. Everyone else doesn't seem to notice much, but I do. I can feel a presence that I haven't felt in five years, and it is a presence I wish I could feel every day for the rest of my life. I turn around to confirm if my suspicions are correct and am met with the same dark brown eyes and hair that I have been dreaming of since the day we met. As I look into those amazing eyes, I can't move away. Everything and everyone in the room has disappeared and I cannot even break eye contact with her long enough to blink. She is the first to break eye contact and looks me up and down a few times. I take this time to do the same and find that the woman standing in front of me is even more beautiful than the high school head cheerleader that I knew. Her dark brown almost black hair is almost waist length now and her face is more slender than it used to be. She still has those same cupid bow lips and almond colored skin that I remember. Her body is still slender but her curves have become much more pronounced, giving her the perfect hourglass figure that most models would kill for. I can also see that her chest has gotten larger and that it looks absolutely perfect in the tight blood red dress she is wearing, which shows just enough cleavage and legs to not look slutty or trashy but still makes her look unbelievably sexy. She is still the same 5'7" height she has been since high school but with the 6 inch black stiletto heels she has on, she is much closer to my height. I look up to her eyes again about a second before she looks into mine and our gaze locks again. Before I even realize what I am doing, I start walking up to her. SHIT! Why am I walking up to her?! What am I going to say?! I am so stupid! Okay think, what am I going to say once I get up to her? Well I guess I'm gonna have to wing it because I am now standing directly in front of her looking like a complete and total idiot.
My mouth is completely dry and my mind is spinning. However, as I'm about to say the first thing that pops into my mind, I am interrupted by the sweetest voice that I have ever heard and have desperately missed these last five years.
"Well well well, if it isn't Mr. Dimitri Belikov as I live and breathe," she said with the same man-eating grin she used to use (some things never change).
"Rose Hathaway. It has been a long time. Haven't seen you in, what, five years?" I said with as much confidence as I could muster. I kept my face emotionless, hoping she wouldn't see my nervousness.
"Well I see you're as stoic as ever Comrade. I figured after five years you would start to have some emotions," she said with a little bitterness in her voice. What the hell did I do? I'm not the one that left to go to L.A., but I'm not mad or bitter towards her. And did she use my old nickname? I never thought I would miss that but now I want to hear her call me Comrade every day from now on.
"You should know better than anyone Roza, that I am fully capable of feeling and expressing my emotions when I want to," I said, still keeping my mask up to hide my disappointment that she wasn't even a little happy to see me. I can't believe that she would think I didn't have any feelings. I guess some things really never do change.
RPOV
After the shortest five seconds of my life, he is standing right in front of me, eye contract never breaking. I am so nervous that I don't even wait for him to say the first "hello" and say the first thing that pops into my head.
"Well well well, if it isn't Mr. Dimitri Belikov as I live and breathe," I say giving him my best man eating grin and hiding my nervousness with wittiness like always.
"Rose Hathaway. It has been a long time. Haven't seen you in, what, five years?" he said with his slight Russian accent I love so much, but with absolutely no emotion in his voice or on his face. Same Dimitri, never showing emotion. Well that's not true. I used to be one of the few people that he would actually show his real emotions to. I'm just still bitter and want him to know it.
"Well I see you're as stoic as ever Comrade. I figured after five years you would start to have some emotions," I said, throwing in the old nickname I used to use that I know he hates.
"You should know better than anyone Roza, that I am fully capable of feeling and expressing my emotions when I want to," he said. Damn. He knows how much I love it when he uses my Russian name. I knew he was right. He was always very open with his feelings and emotions, well with me at least. I know I'm being hard on him like always, but some things never change.