*I do not own Divergent or any of its characters.
I hope, my darlings, you like this! I got so much good feedback I decided to just post it sooner then expected. Pictures are in my profile of her dress, hair, earrings, and mask. Hope you like it!
Beatrice Prior
Saturday October 24th, 4:00 am. End of departure to Ohara.
I awake to the smell of fresh coffee. I sit up and feel a brush of cotton on my legs. A blanket rests on my curled up body. I curl into the heated blanket closer; the heat fills me up.
Hearing the quiet tip tap of heel on carpet I turn around. The fight attendant named Cindy stands holding a cup of coffee out to me. I reluctantly take the blue mug out of her hands. I mouth thank you trying not to wake the other passengers. She then holds out some half and half and sugar.
I reach my hands out take the cream. I splash some cream in the mug and hand it back to her. Cindy then gives another first class passenger cream. As I watch the cream swirl and cascade in my coffee. Combining into one drink.
I take a sip of the hot coffee and look out the window. We practically are dancing above clouds. Floating on air in the dark sky to be exact. Until I start to see us descending slowly. The clouds are sparse now and I can see towns below. We must be close to our destination.
I finish my coffee. Then set the cup and blanket on the empty chair next to me. Then I see the little seatbelt light flash above the isle. I see Cindy gently king waking up the other passengers and then buckling herself.
I turn again to the window and see Ohara airport. I see our planes guide onto the flashing runway. We stop and then Cindy go over the intercom to tell us our flight is over.
I stand up and pull out my carry on bag then walk to the luggage check. The cart spins around many times with different black suit cases. All of them slowly being picked up by different passengers.
Out of the machine comes a very large black suit case with a gold bow on top. I quickly grab my bag and wheel it out into an open space. I see Prior written on a car service so I walk towards the man holding it.
"I'm Ms Prior." He nods at me and places my suitcase in the back. I then sit in the car holding my carry on.
As we drive I stare out the window. Even at 4:30 in the morning the streets still have cars pilled in them. Each one trying to get somewhere; just like me.
The drive to the school is longer then I expected. So I decided to listen to music on the way. Some modern pop. Nothing to loud just something to entertain me.
We pull up a large gate that has an F on the front. Faction. The school for those exceptionally talented. Talented college students from all over come here.
At 21 I am going to start my first year here. I would have started in August like the other students if it weren't for my dance competitions.
I start to wheel my suitcase to my room. I live in a sector called Dauntless; the brave. The building is a very tall and black bricked dorm. Most students live in normal dorm rooms with roommates. Just like college, except mine is like an apartment. I have my own room kitchen/living space, bedroom, and bathroom. The rooms around me are regular dorms so I still have to be considerate of the others.
I open the door to find my furniture already arrived.
So I might as well unpack. First I move the couch and piano. Those two are the hardest so I'm glad it's over.
The living room is connected to the kitchen. What divides it would be the breakfast bar. It's not an extremely large space but it's big for one.
I set up my desk, bookshelf, rug, coffee table, chair, and simple touches. Then I fill my cabinets and kitchen tops. After that I place my toiletries and towel in the bathroom.
Now to the bedroom. I make my bed and place my dresser in its spot.
By the time I finish decorating and unpacking it is 6:30 in the morning. Breakfast sounds good about now. So I crack some eggs, pour milk, flour, and other ingredients to make pancakes. I make two pancakes and some extra for tomorrow.
Sitting down at the breakfast bar, my only table. I read a book and eat the fluffy breakfast cakes. Then I set the extras in the fridge and the dishes in the sink.
I slip out of my clothes and put on some athletic capris and a black north face racer back. I pull up my hair into a tight ballet bun and grab my bag.
I lock my room once I get out and notice a note.
Hi my name is Shauna. I am your PA. I just check in with the girls rooms in my area every so often. I am in room 102 if you have any questions! :)
Okay Shauna room 102 good to know. I walk out of the dorm and walk to the fitness center. I will warm up first with some stretching.
I am at this school for dancing and singing. Mostly dancing though.
After I stretch I run and jog a couple laps around the track. It's Saturday so no one is out here at 6:30 which is nice.
I can practice alone and with space. I take a giant gulp out of my water bottle and move to some matts. I start with some simple ballet, but with music of course. I play Jar of hearts.
It has a slow start but increases in emotion which is perfect for ballet. Every leap, plié, point, and giro is filled with emotion for this song.
Then I work on contemporary with Counting Stars. It is an interesting one to use but more or less that's why I use it. You should always try different music or you never challenge other parts of you.
I dance to a two more songs modern: Like a G6 and Abstract:Girls chase boys I work on my kicks, splits, ecarte, and line. When I finish those I go to the pull up bar. 19...20...21..22...23..24...25. I drop. Pull ups believe it or not do help in dance. They strengthen your arms for different moves.
I take another sip from my water bottle and grab my bag/music. I walk with it back to the dorm. When I step outside the cool air brushes against my skin cooling me off. By now the sun has finally risen, but not the students.
When I reach my room I throw my bag on the counter and walk into the bathroom. I turn on I'm ready and take my shower.
I throw my hair up in a quick bun and pull a towel over. I forgot that my outfit for today is in my suit case still. I open the door and walk into the kitchen. Grabbing my clothes from the carry on I hear a voice behind.
"Ehem. Uh hello?" I turn to a tall blonde girl sitting down with a taller dark haired boy.
"WHAT THE HELL!? Shit you saw my butt when I bent over! Who are you and why are you in my room!?" I scream running behind the door to my room.
"Sorry your door was unlocked so we assumed you were in."
"He assumed. Hi I am Shauna this is Four. We are your PAs. We just thought that we would introduce ourselves to you. I am sorry to intrude we will be going now."I pop my head out to see Shauna walking to door with Four.
"Don't worry your ass is something not to be embarrassed about." He smirks and closes the door.
Ughhhhhhhggghhhhhhhh! I groan.
Four Eaton 7:00 October 24th
I wake up to my damn alarm. I should really get rid of that thing.
Zeke my roommate is still sleeping so I walk down the hall and take a shower.
When I return Zeke is still sleeping. Doesn't surprise me at all.
I hear a knock on my door and see Shauna.
"Hey Shauna what brings you here?"
"Shauna!" Zeke yells and flops up falling out of bed. I can't help laughing my ass off.
"Sorry he was sleeping. I guess saying your name I startled him." She is laughing at Zeke too. While Zeke rubs his head from falling over.
"I was going to meet the new girl in our hall and wanted to know do you want to join."
"Yeah that's fine. What room is she?"
"Your neighbor. 111." Hm I have another neighbor now. Except this is just a wall away.
We walk to her door and knock, but it just slides open.
"Come on Shauna she must be just inside."
We walk in to see a dorm room twice the size of my own. She has her own apartment room. We both sit down on the couch and wait for her. Since I just heard her bathroom door open.
She walks out and is only wearing a towel. She is very small and petite with blonde hair. Her hair is glistening from the looks of shower. Then the girl bends over to a suitcase she pulls out some clothes. As she bends over the hem of her towel reaches up. Showing part of her well toned butt.
"Ehem. Uh hello?" She turns for two seconds after I say this.
"WHAT THE HELL!? Shit you saw my butt when I bent over! Who are you and why are you in my room!?" She screams running behind the bedroom door.
"Sorry your door was unlocked so we assumed you were in."
"He assumed. Hi I am Shauna this is Four. We are your PAs. We just thought that we would introduce ourselves to you. I am sorry to intrude we will be going now."Shauna and I walk towards the door. But I stop just before leaving
"Don't worry your ass is something not to be embarrassed about." I smirk and shut the door behind me.
"Ughhhhhhhggghhhhhhhh!"I hear her groan. I barely got a look at girl all I saw was her back side. I will have to tell Zeke what he missed.
Beatrice Prior Wednesday, October 28th. 11:00 PM Private dance class.
I just finished my private dance class. We worked really hard and did a lot of conditioning. I just want to pass out on my bed.
Walking back to my room my phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Beatrice how are you?"
"Good mom I just got back from dance."
"Oh good. I was hoping you would like this new school." I open the door to my room and lock it. Not making the same mistake.
"Yeah I guess. But I still miss you."
"I miss you too Bea. Did you get my package?"
"No what package?" I flop down on the couch.
"Bea this Saturday is Halloween. Your school has always had the tradition, even when I went, for a Masquerade ball."
"Mom I don't even have any friends yet. I can't go to a ball!"
"Yes you can and you will. Now I remember what those girls wear. The dress I chose for you is perfect."
"You bought me a dress mom?"
"Yes I did. Now you also have an appointment with Jami an old friend of mine. She will do your hair and makeup. We already discussed what you will need done."
"Can you text me the details for the ball."
"It's all in the package. You will go sweetie it's tradition. It's one night were you can be whoever you want. Who knows you may find your Prince Charming!"
"Ha ha very funny. Well it's late mom I have to go. I love you bye!"
"I love you too Bea goodbye!" I end the call and fall asleep on the couch before getting up.
Four Eaton October 30th 10:00 PM
"Remind me again why I have to go Zeke?" Both Zeke and I sit on the couch watching TV.
"Everyone will be there Four. Will, Shauna, Marlene, Christina, Al, Lynn, and my twit brother."
"Soooo? You guys can go without me."
"Four your going!" He gives me a stern look.
"What so every girl can throw herself at me; I think not."
"Four just go. So what if all the girls do that. They just know you can sing and dance."
"You forgot athletic." I smirk
"No I forgot self enthralled prick. But that's best left out." He and I chuckle.
"Fine I guess I will go to the Masquerade."
"Who knows Four you may find your princess." He teases me.
"Ha ha very funny Zeke." I sarcastically say back
"You know you could dance with Shauna all night. In your mask and then ask her out." I nudge Zeke.
"Pffffff Shauna? Please I don't like Shauna."
"Zeke?"
"Alright is it that obvious?"
"Only to your best friend dude."
"Good cause if Candor Christina some how got it out of me. I would have been so pissed."
"That girl is a walking lie detector."
"Yep she is. I'm going to bed it's getting late."
"You sound like an old man." I say walking to our beds.
"Oh hush up Wiper-snapper." He says in an old man voice.
"Go to bed before I give Shauna a visit." With that he is silent and we both fall asleep.
Beatrice Prior 8:30 PM October 31st
My appointment with Jami is right now so I am rushing in my car to her beauty salon. Once I park I run inside to see a short, curly, red head at a chair.
"Tris sweetie plop a squat. We gotta get started on your hair." I sit down in the chair and she is pleased that I washed it earlier today.
"So your mom tells me this is your first ball?"
"Yes she's right it is. I dance but I haven't been to one."
"Oh you are going to be amazing tonight. I have heard so much about you being a wonderful dancer."
"Thank you Jami. Can I ask how you know my mom? She said you were an old friend."
"Your mom and I went to Faction together. We were roommates, and did Natalie and I have fun." In the mirror I see her big cheeks puff up. She smiles real big and it shows her dimples.
"So you have been to the Masquerade? Can you tell me about it?"
"Sure thing. I have girls come in here all the time for there hair to be done for this ball." Jami just finished putting in my heated curlers. So she is doing my makeup while waiting.
"Its beautiful. The space is set up with so many lights dangling from the ceiling. It's a lovely formal ballroom."
"All the girls wear bright colored dresses and masks. Now and days we have a couple who wear the tight ones too. Which believe me are not for a masquerade."
"That's why your mom chose your dress. It will be different then any other dress. You will look stunning." She goes back to my hair.
"You did bring the dress for me to help you right?"
"Yes I did. But to be honest I only looked at the note. Nothing else in the box." She holds a giant grin on her.
"You are in for a surprise then my sweetness." I can feel her unraveling and brushing some curls. Then she pins a dark sparkled accessory in the back to hold it.
"Let me finish your makeup and then you can finally look." I close my eyes as her brush drapes across me. After a bit she smiles at my face.
"I know I said that you would get to see yourself, but I want you to put on your dress first."
I open the box and pull out the fist thing a pair of gold heels. I slip on the heels and see Jami coming towards me with the box.
"Close your eyes. I am going to slide the dress over you and button it down. Then when I put the mask on you can turn around."
I listen to Jami and raise my arms. She stands on a chair behind me and slips the dress over me. I feel fabrics slide and fit into place. I hear Jami step down from her chair.
"Now your mask has no straps it has special glue. So it will stay on all night unless you peal it off. And it won't hurt to peel it off." I nod and she places the mask on my face.
I feel a clipping in my ear. Mom sent earrings for me to wear too.
"Tris I am going to say this now. You are the most beautiful girl I have seen. You will look ten times better then anyone else at that party. Open your eyes and see for yourself."
I open my eyes and turn around to the mirror.
Never in my life have I been pretty. I am not ugly, but definitely not pretty. Until now.
Right now I am gorgeous, elegant, and extravagant. I am wearing a black sweet heart neck line ball gown. The gown has a very faint design in another black material, but not too noticeable. The dress is tight to show off my small waist, but gushes out at my top hip.
My hair is slightly pulled back with some simple soft curls. Each of the curls form into each other; draping across my back.
Jami made me look flawless in the mask. The mask is a gold, ruffled, and studded masterpiece. The detail on it is indescribable. My eyes stand out for once, they shine blue instead of gray. My eyelashes are a dress them self on my eyes. Curled and screaming for attention. My earrings are gold teardrops. Intertwining into a intricate design. Then my lips are a deep red; enhancing my golden hair.
"I don't even recognize you sweetie. Without your normal clothes no one will."
"Good." We both smile and the see the clock.
"10:20! The ball started at 10 and I have something at 12! Thank you so much Jami but I have to go!" I pick up my skirt and rush to my car. I finally pull my large bottom in my red Volkswagen bug.
By the time I reach the ballroom cars fill the parking lot. I drive up to the front and see a valet parking service.
A man holds out his hand and accept it gladly. Once he helps me out I hand him the keys. While he gives me a number for my car. I slip the number in my shoes so I don't lose it.
Walking to the door I can hear an orchestra playing. Two men at the doors open both doors. I thank them and enter the ball.
Jami was right I am different.
Every girl wears tight or straight bright colored dresses. I can tell most amity wore yellow and orange. Candor is wearing green and pink. Erudite is blue. Dauntless is red. Most Abnegation are not here but if they are they wear brown.
I am the only one wearing black.
I walk gracefully down the stairs. Heads have turned to me and lights are shining on me. Mouths drop to the floor. Faces light up and eyes bulge open. My dress is the only ball gown here and it looks radiant.
The room has a very large dance floor with a giant chandelier in the middle. It hangs down and fills the room with glimmering light. The pillars and furniture are draped and decorated. Off to the side of the room are tables and refreshments. The light twinkle and it reminds me of The Phantom of the Opera.
By the time I reach the end of the stairs I have five boys asking me to dance.
But only one catches my eye. I place my hand to him and he takes it. We walk out the dance floor and begin to waltz.
He is wearing a dark black mask and a black tux. He's the most handsome person I have seen.
His tall muscular figure; with broad shoulders. His gentle but firm grip on me as we dance. He has dark brown hair. So dark that it looks black from a distance. A full bottom lip that I just want to touch with my fingers.
But what is most beautiful about him is his eyes. He has dark, deep blue eyes that seem cold but are the opposite. Inside his eyes are these lights. They dance as we dance; lighting up at every move. I have never felt this feeling inside of me.
We both dance not as partners but as one. Both of us not looking way from each other. Eyes locked.
I can't help but feel something inside of me. A fire lighting up inside of me. I always have needed this fire. He lights the fire and fuels it. He ignites me.
The dance feels only minutes long, but I know it has been much longer. By the time the song ends I curtsy and he kisses my hand.
Warmth streams from my hand. My stomach feels like a giant knot until he kisses my hand. For that brief moment he was my cure. My answer.
We both walk off the dance floor hand in hand. My small hand fits perfectly in his gentle grasp. He leads me to a table with some other people sitting down. All of them are grinning at him. He himself is holding a grin too. Seeing his grin I can't help myself so I follow suit.
I turn to him before we sit down. "Thank you for the lovely dance. I will be back soon. Please do save the next dance for me." I try to sound as sweet and gentle as possible. I find myself just becoming someone better with him. But I can't help myself now I kiss his cheek before I walk to the refreshment table. The brief moment his cheek and my lips touch I find myself feeling lifted. Not by arms but by air. Care free and weightless and then the moment ends just like that.
As I walk over to the refreshments many boys ask for a dance. Everyone I decline because the only person I want to dance is with him.
"Could I get two champagnes please."
"Could I get a name miss? Something to put the bill under?" The tall lean man asks.
"Yes please put is under the name six. Thank you." He hands me two glasses of the bubbled alcohol. I turn around and make my way to the table.
Even when I am not near him I find myself thinking about him. His lips, eyes, muscles, and his smile. How that smile can make me ignore everything.
He sits there with a girl in front of him. She is trying to flaunt herself and get his attention. I can tell he could care less what she does. His mind is preoccupied; until he sees me. He stands up and moves the girl away. She stomps madly away and he comes to me.
"I am sorry to interrupt your conversation with her. I just thought you would like some champagne." I hand him the champagne and our hands touch. Warmth spreads like wildfire through my fingers. Tingling still from his touch.
"You could interrupt any conversation I have. Thank you for the champagne." I could just melt at his deep voice. The sound of it makes me smile. We both clink our glasses and take a sip.
His mask and appearance shows a mysterious man. Dark and mysterious, but up close the facade fades away. In my eyes I see him.
"You are a wonderful dancer." Again with that voice it's as smooth a silk.
"Thank you it helps to have a partner like yourself." We both drink from our glasses again until I hear a voice.
"You look beautiful in that dress. Your the talk of the ball with your beauty and dancing." I turn to see a girl in dark red one shoulder dress. She has black hair and dark skin. I blush at her compliment.
"My name is Christina." She stands with a couple other people. One or two of them look familiar.
"Thank you for the compliment, Christina." She smiles at me and nods. I turn to face him still staring at me. I can't help but to stare back. His smile could cure world peace.
"Would you like to dance?" I nod and he take my hand. We float to the dance floor and place our hands in each other's. His hand wraps around my waist and mine on his back.
When we start our eyes lock and never leave. Staring deeply and immensely into the midnight sky of his eyes. With each twinkle and light I see shine I can't help but feel overjoyed inside.
We both move flawlessly and hold a pattern. He spins me out and I spin back into his arms. He holds for a moment before we return to dancing. Spinning me, twirling, changing steps, quickening, and slowing our pace. We work as one.
Once the song ends a tango starts. Now a Tango is practically impossible in a ball gown.
I said practically.
His face is full of shock as I start the quick movement and pace of the tango. He then joins me in my quick pace. Kicking my legs back and forth in motions as we move. Swaying back and forth. Spinning and dipping me. The music is intense and so are we. I can feel both are hearts pounding rapidly in sync.
He dips me and I sway in a half circle before coming back up. We move back and forth between spots. I never realized till now that we are the only ones dancing. Everyone else is watching us.
The music comes to end slowly. At the end he dips me as the song stops. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
I can't even begin to describe the feeling. I have never felt this feeling before. Everything in my body practically melts. My heart stops with his lips on mine. Instead it sings about something. A feeling towards a person, that I have never felt. It's not a simple crush; my heart sings love. As soon as he pulls apart I wish to do it again.
I lean up from the dip, still standing in his arms. Except this time I press my lips to his.
The definition to contentment is a feeling a satisfaction. Saying your content is meaning your full or not wanting more. This is not contentment; this is something more. The feeling I have right now is making me beyond content that I want it to never end.
"DING DING DING!" The clock is striking 12! I pull apart from the kiss.
"It's 12 I am sorry I have to go!" I quickly pick up my dress and start running up the stairs.
No No No! I can't be late! If I am late I could loose this whole opportunity.
I hear him behind me and calling. "Wait! Come back please!"
I run to the valet. I pull out my number and give it to the man. He grabs my keys and I just grab them from him. I have no time for it to be pulled up.
"Wait I don't even know your name!" His deep voice bellows.
I peel off my mask and start running. Leaving everything behind.
Four Eaton 10:10 October 31st
I sit down at this stupid dance. Girls keep asking me to dance and I decline.
Everyone is the same. Tight, short dress and shove their boobs in my face. To be honest it gets frustrating. They all wear similar masquerade mask too. So it's like a broken record.
Apparently I am quite the catch. Since I am not interested in any of the girls either it's become a game. Whoever can get Four; it just pisses me off.
"Four you haven't danced at all tonight."
"I wonder why Shauna?" She glares at my response.
"Oh my god!" Christina gasps and places her hand over her mouth.
"What is it?" All she does is point.
I turn around to see it. What I see is definitely not an it. It's a who.
I have never seen someone so beautiful in my life. She wears a black dress that flows out like no other. I can see her golden mask shine just like her hair. Her glowing long blonde locks. This girl is different from any other and I like that about her.
I have to dance with this girl. Something about her loops me in.
By the time her petite body has flown down the stairs I stand there. She looks at the others around me it isn't till she sees me she stops. Her thin hand stretches out to me. I grasp her soft fingers and lead her to dance.
My hand places at her waist and the other in her hand. We both start to waltz.
All I can do is stare into her eyes. They have gray all over but hidden in the surface is blue. The blue shines bright and through. It's like a star, hidden in the dark sky. When noticed it shines brighter then anything else.
As our eyes are locked I can't help but feel her dancing. In my whole life I have never met someone who dances this good. She feels the rhythm and moves with it. Creating not two dancers but one.
She is fabulous. Her black dress sways at every move and her curls dance with her as well. Every move we take feels like it meant to be. Even at her touch I feel different, like I am lifted.
As we continue to dance I can tell she's confident. Each step is precise and exact. This girl is beautiful and she doesn't throw herself at me. I can't help but have feelings towards her.
The song ends too soon in my mind. She curtsies and I take her hand. I place a kiss on her hand. In that instant I feel something. A feeling I am not sure if I can describe. The feeling of everything is perfect and nothing is wrong. I instantly miss the feeling as I pull my lips up and lead her off the dance floor.
A can feel a grin tugging at my face and I give in. All my friends sit at the table grinning as well. I look over to the extravagant girl. She herself is smiling now and I can't help but notice how stunning she is. She doesn't hide her beauty in makeup. She has very little on, because she doesn't need any. Shes already perfect.
"Thank you for the lovely dance. I will be back soon. Please do save the next dance for me." Her voice is lovely and angelic. I could just melt by how polite she is; unlike many others. She leans in and places a kiss on my cheek. Something inside me lights up and I desperately want to kiss her.
My stomach has been in knots ever since I saw her. Except when we touch she is the cure for the knots. There is something about her.
Her small body glides off to the refreshment table and I still hold a grin.
"Four you two are perfect for each other. Even seeing you dance together I could tell there is a connection." Marlene says.
"She is amazing. I can't even begin to describe her. I have never met someone so beautiful and confident. She dances like no other girl."
"I'm not sure about that. Why don't we take a break from that little thing and you dance with me." Nita stands in front of me. She is sticking her chest straight into my face. I could care less about Nita. All I want to do is see her again.
Then I do see her. She is short but it only adds to her fierceness. Her hair sparkles in the light and so do her eyes. The dress she is wearing outlines her body perfectly. It fits nicely around her waist and then flows outward. Giving her an irresistible look.
I move Nita out of the way and give the girl my full attention. Nita stomps off in frustration and I could care less.
"I am sorry to interrupt your conversation with her. I just thought you would like some champagne." Her soft voice flows straight to me. She hands me the drink and for a moment our hands touch. Warmth spreads through me when it does.
"You could interrupt any conversation I have. Thank you for the champagne." Her smile I could just bottle and it would bring me happiness each day. We both take a sip.
"You are a wonderful dancer."
"Thank you it helps to have a partner like yourself." She doesn't even boast about herself. This girl is not flaunting herself at me or even trying hard to impress me. Yet she already has impressed me more then any other person. We both take a sip from our glasses again.
"You look beautiful in that dress. Your the talk of the ball with your beauty and dancing." We both turn to hear Christina say this.
"My name is Christina."
"Thank you for the compliment, Christina." I just stare at her. She attracts all my attention. Voice, beauty, dancing, and charm. When she notices he staring she stares at me. We both just stand there; smiling at each other.
"Would you like to dance?" I ask her and she nods. I take her hand and walk out to dance. She places both her hands and I feel the rush again. Then we start to dance to the music. I feel a grin tug at my lips. This girl could bring me to my feet just by asking.
We both move flawlessly and hold a pattern. I spin her and she spins back in my arms. I hold her for a moment not wanting to let go. Then we continues to dance. Spinning her, twirling, changing steps, quickening, and slowing our pace. We work as one.
Her body has a sense for the music. Knowing what to do before the moment comes. Then executing it perfectly.
I hear the song end and a fast pace Tango start. Then I see her start to dance.
Never in my life have I seen someone pull of a tango in a ball gown. Here I am now dancing with a girl who does a better tango then any regular dressed girl. I join her in the quick pace and we dance as one machine.
She kicks her legs back and forth on the ground as we move. Swaying and twirling at every moment. I dip and spin her and she amazes me. I can feel the music get intense and so do we. Our hearts and breaths in sync.
I dip her and she sways in a half circle. My heart jumps at this sight. I even now notice that we are the only ones dancing. Others just watch us move with each other back and forth.
I hear the music start to end and I dip her. Never have I felt this way for a girl.
I lean in and press my lips to hers. The feeling is indescribable and I can't believe it.
She leans up from the dip. Still standing in my arms and filling my body full of warmth.
Then she leans forward and kisses me.
I never want this moment to end. For once I have feelings for a girl. But I wouldn't necessarily describe this as a feeling. It's more of a need for her to be close to me. I think I am in love.
No it's not a question. I am in love with her, I can feel it.
"DING DING DING!" I can feel the shock spread on her as she us pulls apart.
"It's 12 I am sorry I have to go!" She quickly picks up her dress as she says this. Next thing I know she's running up and out the door. I quickly chase after her.
I don't even know this girl and I think I am in love with her.
Wait I don't know her name!
No this night can't be over. She is perfect I can't loose her.
"Wait! Come back please!" I call to her.
I still hear the click of her heels outside the door.
"Wait I don't even know your name!" I yell to her.
By the time I am out the door she is gone. She has already ran off.
All that's left of her is a gold mask. I pick up her gold detailed mask and hold it in my hands. Why did this girl have to leave? I feel empty without her now. All I can do is hope that we meet again. I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hey Four you guys were amazing. I sense you really like this girl. I guess you did find your princess." Zeke pats my back. He doesn't realize I lost her too.
"Only if it hadn't turned out like Cinderella."
*What did you think? These chapters will be longer then FFS. Because I have so many ideas for this story!
Please rate a couple thing out of ten for me.
Writing (Is it better then FFS? I have been kind of rusty for a while)
Story Overall
Thanks for reading I hope you liked it! I need reviews and suggestions! Otherwise I won't write...yeah I know bitch move. But hey if I don't get reviews I think that this sucks.
Shit! Gotta go! My dog just got my Swedish Fish! Gotta save my babies from the crocodile!
Love you my Darlings! *MT