As we twirled around the ball room, I had to look up to see his face. All I saw was a shadow and two piercing dark grey eyes. I probably should've been afraid, but I wasn't I felt safe. The other dancers and the room itself were nothing more than colorful blurs and shapes as we danced. I wanted to know who this man was, I wanted to know his name. I opened my mouth as if to ask…
"Min'na saikō arigatō, K-k-k-kawaii, k-k-k-kawaii."
I gave a startled yelp, my eyes flying open at the sound of Hello Kitty blaring from my alarm clock.
"Mom's not home tonight. So we can roll around, have a pillow fight. Like a major rager OMFG. Let's all slumber party- " I slammed down on the dismiss button, it was too early for something that loud to be playing. For a moment I just stared at my paint splattered ceiling, counting the colors and debating getting out of bed, before stretching. I stood from my bed and trudged my way to the bathroom on the right side of my room. Turning on the lights, I let my eyes adjust before staring at my reflection in the wall-length mirror that covered the whole left side. I looked like I had one too many goes on the Tilta World. My waist length copper-red hair was matted and tangled, my bangs standing and going in every direction possible, part of my night shirt was tucked into my pantys, and I had sleep marks on my collar bone. I heaved a sigh and got to work taming the rat-nest aka my hair into a ponytail. As I yanked the brush through the knots, I tried to remember my dream but all I could picture were colorful blobs that gave me a warm, happy feeling.
I sighed and decided not to dwell as I stripped off my night-shirt and putt on yoga pants that had "baby girl" going down the right leg. I grabbed my tennis-shoes, Hulk head-phones and Batman jacket, ran down the stairs and out the door. It was late October so I got a slight chill as I slipped on my shoes and jacket, leaving it open. I pulled my mp3 out of the pocket and plugged in my headphones, blasting One-shot Two Shot by D-12, I started on my morning run. I loved running in the mornings, it was calming and a nice way to wake up. I never ran for a sport, was never competitive, plus I only liked to do it as the sun was coming up so I could watch it. It was like the world was at peace and everything was calm.
Three miles and multiple songs later, I was so lost in my thoughts that, as I rounded a corner, I didn't see the guy till I ran head first into his chest. The crash was so unexpected that the force knocked the guy down, with me landing on top of him, our heads clashed and I was rendered momentarily dizzy. Moaning in pain I kept my eyes shut, trying to quell my spinning head, when I felt the guy sit up, causing me to go with him so I was now sitting in his lap. I opened my eyes and the first thing to greet me is a well defined chest glistening with sweat, I felt my face turn red and it wasn't do to the cold or my run. I heard a grunt and brought my eyes up to see a very handsome man, around my age, staring back at me and holding the spot where my forehead crashed with his. He had dark grey eyes, black spiky hair, and a nice dark complexion. For a moment I was tongue tied and could only stare as my blush got worse. It wasn't till I felt him shift did I realize I was still sitting on him.
"I'm sorry," I all but yelled scrambling off of him, "I'm sorry I ran into you and knocked you over and for not getting off of you immediately," I continued ranting as we both stood up, looking anywhere but his eyes, "I was just so in thought and my music was turned up so loud, I wasn't watching where I was I going and -this is just so awkward. - I mean, I'm awkward, I've always been awkward.- I don't think you're awkward, I think you're pretty hot - did I just say that out loud?!- What I mean is-"
"Ah."
I looked up from my, very interesting, shoes -and, woah, was he tall - to see him holding out my mp3 and headphones, I must have dropped them during the coalition. "O-oh, t-thanks." I stuttered. He placed his hand on my head with a slight smile, nodded, and continued his run. I watched him go for a few minutes, rooted to the spot, not sure what just happened or how to handle it. Finally I turned around and ran back the way I came.
That was so awkward. Echo is never going to let me live it down but I need to talk to somebody about it. Hello embarrassment.
When I got back to the house (mansion) it was 9:34 A.M, the maids and butlers hard at work. I made my way up the stairs and took a shower, changing into a black and red plaid skirt that ended mid-thigh with stockings and a form, but loose, fitting top. The top was custom made and one of my favorites it had a picture of Sebastian from Black Butler when he was chained to the wall in the dungan, beaten and bloody, with the words, "He's sexy and we know it," across his stomach. I blow dyed my hair and put it into pig-tails right above and a little behind my ears. I fluffed my bangs, gave a smile to the mirror, then went next door to see if Echo was up.
Echo was my best friend, she was lazy and loud but determined and thoughtful. I knew I could talk to her even if it meant teasing for the rest of my life, if I asked her not to, she wouldn't tell a soul.
The minute I opened her door I was assaulted by Echos music going full blast. Looking to the center of the room I found her on her bed typing away on her computer, still in her sleep clothes; a sports bra and mens basketball shorts. Her chin-length purple hair standing up like she was Sweeney-todd. "Hey!," I yelled at her, "turn down the music and come eat breakfast!" Not looking up she turned off her music, "I'm not hungry," she stated. I rolled my eyes, "if you come down I'll tell you what happened on my morning run."
At this she paused and finally looked up. "Why? What happened?" Echo knew I wouldn't tell her about my run unless something unusual happened. I smiled and shrugged, leaving her room, "come down for breakfast and I'll tell you." I heard a groan and the padding of her feet as she followed.
"HAHAHA!" Echo doubled over in her chair, pancakes forgot in her hysteria. "Only you would run into a hot guy and humiliate yourself!"
I chucked a blueberry at her head, "shut up! It couldn't be helped!" And it couldn't, like I told the guy I was awkward, and she knew that. Echo covered her mouth with her hand trying to muffle the giggles, "yeah, sure." She gave a few more giggles before finally calmed down just as her step-dad, Vincent Valentine, walked into the dining room. He was a tall man, 6'4", with brown hair and crystal-clear blue eye. He was reading some papers and muttering to himself as he walked up to the table. "Hey Dad." "Hey Vince." Vincent looked up from his papers as if just realizing he was in the dining room and not his office. "Oh hello sweetheart," He bent and kissed Echo on her forehead, "good-morning Storm," he nodded at me. Vincent Valentine was a great man, he owned bakeries all across the world, a business started my his grandmother, everyone related to him had a passion for the culinary arts. "Going to join us for breakfast?" I asked.
"Hmm? Oh no, I came to grab something to eat in the office," He looked towards Echo, "wheres your mother?"
"She had to see a client this morning remember?" He nodded, grabbed one of the many muffins, and started out of the room then paused, "Oh and don't forget you have to go to that school, Our- something or other- and get familiar with the grounds today." We nodded and made sounds of agreement, since our mouths were full. He nodded back and continued on his way. As soon as we were done, Echo stood and started complaining, "why do we have to go to school?" I stood as well and together we headed back up stairs. "Because if you're going to take over Vincent's business, you need to know this stuff." I told her. She glared at me, "why are you so serious?" she asked. I shrugged and told her, "I have jitters." she nodded and went to her room closing the door. I walked into mine and tried to breath as I did my makeup. Jitters was my word for nervous and when I'm nervous I don't joke around and I don't like it when others do. I put on mascara, liquid eyeliner and my favorite stain lip-gloss. I gave myself another smile and took a deep breath. "What's the worst that could happen?" I asked myself.