An Adrian Ivashkov Story
Whiskey Lullaby
By: Ana Ekaterina Kirlov
12/12/2010
St. Vladimir's Academy is a boarding school I transferred to a while ago. Seeing as I have no desire to work for my father anytime soon I decided to transfer their so I could at least see my good friend Lissa. Lissa has been best friends with this girl Rose ever since they were in an accident, where Lissa's parents both died. The doctors said it was a miracle that Rose didn't die, I'm damn glad she didn't because one thing became increasingly clearer when I had an opportunity to leave this god awful school, but opted to stay. Despite Lissa, my time at St. Vladimir's was solely based on one thing. Rosemarie Hathaway. Her Long brown hair reminded me of satin; it was shade so dark it was almost black. Her eyes were fierce but looked endless, one could easily get lost in them; and her body, I have no doubt, was sculpted by God himself.
I was having a "get together" at my suite on the outskirts of campus, being a transfer student sure has its advantages in the housing department, when I saw her for the first time in about seven years and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Lissa was smiling as she walked towards me; Rose on the other hand was taking in the surrounding area. At this time I did not know who Lissa was with but she was gorgeous. I soon learned that it was Rose, the girl who used to wear boys clothing and
"Well hello! Cousin" I said to Lissa while attempting not to stare at Rose.
"Adrian! I missed you! I didn't know you were here!" she stated as she hugged me.
"Cousin?" Rose asked with a confused note, Lissa and I Laughed.
"So you just show up at random people's Parties without invitation?" I asked
"No, we came with Jill, do you remember her? She just went to get a drink." I smiled, I remember Jill, and she was pretty, nowhere near as gorgeous as the girl with Lissa though.
"Do you always travel in a Pack?" I joked; I was about to comment on how it was a safer method for beautiful young woman to use when I was cut off.
"Yea, it makes it harder for creeps like you to kidnap us." Rose said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Rose! Adrian's not a creep. Don't you remember him?" Lissa Asked.
"I've never met this guy in my life." Rose said.
"I was a good friend of Andre's." I stated. I could almost hear the gears in Rose's head grind; Andre was Lissa's Brother who also died in the accident that killed her parents. She responded with a knowing 'Oh'. I felt it would be easier on Lissa if I responded, after about seven years the pain of losing her family was still visible.