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Paris is a wonderful city.
He doesn't normally go to places like these well, countries like these. Too much fuss and too much work piled on his desk. He was a workaholic, to say the least.
But tonight he's gonna let loose. Jive with style, be smooth with the ladies. He laughed silently at his intentions, but opportunities like these are far too hard to be missed.
He was rather gawky and awkward looking at twenty-six. He figured that he never got pass his teen years. His contemporaries have long sailed, sailed in places only he could imagine. But he was fine with that really, he didn't mind getting left behind.
His eyes caught sight of a blonde. She was trying to look relaxed, reclining on the bar. He could tell, of course. He had been there and done that. His eyes rested on her ample bosom. He was a man, it was only natural. His gaze traveled from there up to her legs, they weren't exactly amazingly long, but it was enough.
She was pretty. A small pout was forming on her lips. It was endearing.
He debated, whether to approach her or not. He still lacked confidence, and he figured it would be rather useless if he even did try to. She might dump a drink or two on his face.
With much dismay, he averted his gaze.
There are things he could never get, no matter how much he tries to.
Night passed, it was now morning. And he had a terrible hangover. Opening the medicine cabinet, he grabbed one alka-seltzer. He had a dream about that blonde. He ended up wetting his sheet like a pubescent boy.
He sighed, grabbing his shaving cream and his razor. He proceeded to shave off the stubs forming on his chin.
"Get out!"
She screamed; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
"I- I can explain!"
This angered her more. She opened the door to her apartment, shoving his whole body out, while dumping his clothes and baggage angrily.
She was all red in the face. "Never come back, or I'll swear I'd fucking crush your balls!"
She slammed the door, turning unto her back, she leaned on it.
Sighing, her eyes start to stung.
"I don't know what to do with him."
Lacus hummed happily, 'Just give him another chance, he'd come around." She resumed chopping her radish.
The blonde, exasperated, tried not to scream. "I gave him three chances, and guess what? Nothing came from those! I feel like a rag doll. I'm exhausted. I can't just- I can't go on like this. It killing me, Lacus." She finally let her tears fall.
Lacus stopped immediately, rushing to her side, and gave her and assuring pat on the back.
"It's alright…"
She bit her lip, if only she knew what to do with her.
He calculated the days, holding the calendar, formulating the days still left to enjoy Paris.
Thirty Days.
A month, a month to change this crap of a life, a month to do something worthwhile; He sighed, resting his eyes.
If only life were easy.
He started contemplating. How he's been living the past twenty-six years, it wasn't pretty.
He was Athrun Zala, a business magnate. Who had his last dose of sex almost a year ago, who was so hung up in his former he forgot what it was like how to love again. He felt lame, his ability to do complicated business strategies we're totally futile in this field. People thought he didn't want to date, but wants to, oh god how he wants to.
And now, if he only he could find the perfect girl.
Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There is a possibility of this story's rating to change to M.