Chapter 1,
"Hi." Said a familiar voice.
"Salutations." She said smiling, raising her glass of champagne.
"Come around here often?" His glimmered.
"No." She hesitated.
"Bored?" He asked.
"Yes." She replied, swishing her golden champagne.
"Want to dance?" He said with the most seductive smirk.
"Yes." She said as she took his hand.
"Is that all you can say?" He teased.
"Maybe." She teased back at him. "Want to find out?"
"Yes!"
The music started to play as they started to dance, many people gathered around to look at the pair dancing as if it was their last night together, even though it was their first.
"People are staring." She whispered, looking around at all the people.
"So you can talk." He said with realization in his voice.
"Like I said, people are staring." She started to whine just a bit if you squinted.
"Who cares."
He spun her across the floor of the ballroom.
Click!
She soon came back to him as he brought his arm back in. They were so close that they could feel there breath on each other.
Click!
"Some one's watching." She whispered again.
"Let us find them then."
The show has now begun.
After a few more clicks, the man and woman located the cameraman. And boy, were they shocked! The cameraman wasn't a regular rich person taking pictures of beautiful people. He was one of them. One of the paparazzi.
Thankfully, one of the bystanders noticed their distain and called Security. The Security soon came and kicked the cameraman out. Literally!
"I hate them," He began as he gave the passing Security men a shining smile.
"Who?" She asked. "The paparazzi?"
"Yes." He said. "Bringing other people into scandals while they get payed for it." He started to heat up, figuratively of course.
"Disgusting."
"We're humans. Everything we do is in vain." She looked down, believing she had said something stupid, only to be brought by her vigorous dance partner's hands.
"Who would have thought you were a Shakespeare." He said.
"I dabble." She teased.
"I bet you do." And with that they closed the remaining space between their lips with a kiss filled with passion.
People started to 'awe' as they saw the couple. They soon broke apart in embarrassment.
"Maybe we should go somewhere private?" He asked, looking at the people who were staring.
"I agree."
"Balcony?"
"Balcony."
This would have been a perfect night for our new couple, if only there was one cameraman taking pictures of the couple instead of twenty.
Now you may believe the paparazzi are just people trying to make a living, but no! They are people who bring others into their scandals. And if you knew the people who were dancing, you would know that this would be one of the biggest scandals in the world of the rich and famous. But if you didn't know who was dancing, I'll tell you.
Helena Martha Wayne and Sebastian Alexander Luthor.
Yes, you heard me correctly. Our couple is a Wayne and a Luthor.
Now, just so you know, this is a private party for only the rich and famous. And when you're are rich and famous, you are most likely going to make enemies, or lovers, who are also rich and famous. And even though it was never released publicly, Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor were rivals. In, and out, of costume. I wonder what they would do if they saw them now? But I'll just leave that to your imagination.
So what does this mean? Well to most of you, this may be another Rome and Juliet story. But you are not the author, I am, and what I see, is a chance. A chance for the beautiful Helena Wayne and the dashing Sebastian Luthor,
To Kill Their Darlings.
A BIT DIFFERENT! I KNOW THIS IS SHORT. MY OTHER STORY WAS DELETED, SORRY. REVIEWS WANTED! GOOD OR BAD! I OWN NOTHING!
