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story. Keep reading, you'll see. If its content is similar to yours or
someone you know, I'm sorry. It was purely coincidental. Other than that,
I'd like to thank Blockbuster Videos for their weird promotions, and
everyone who takes a chance reading this piece of insanity. Yes, it is a
crazy story. But in case you didn't know, I'm a crazy person. Enjoy!
Kissable Magic By Nichire Romance/Comedy Nov 2002
Chapter 1
"What am I supposed to do with it?!" Serena looked to her four best friends, Mina, Raye, Lita, and Amy for a solution.
"Sell it."
"Store it."
"Throw it away."
"Give it to me."
Everyone turned to look at Raye.
"What? I could use it to practice martial arts on."
"When are you supposed to get it?"
"The letter said that it'd arrive sometime this afternoon. I have to cut our shopping trip short just so I can be home to receive the stupid thing. I don't even want it!" Serena wailed, "I just signed up as a gag, a DARE people!! I was NOT supposed to win!"
"Calm down, Serena," started Lita, "you're acting like this is the worst thing that could ever happen. I think it's cool."
"Yeah," agreed Mina. "Hey, let me see that letter again." She took the letter, unfolded it, and read its contents again. "I can't believe that you're the winner of the life-size Spiderman!"
"The odds of that happening were..." started Amy as she pulled out a calculator, "10,073,478 to 1."
"Yeah, so seriously, what am I supposed to do with it?"
"Throw a celebration party, Meatball Head. I know--a costume party!" said Raye.
"What a great idea!" said Mina, "and give out prizes to whoever happens to dress up with anything to do with Spiderman."
"Hmmm...that actually sounds good. When? What kind of prizes, who do I invite and what kind of food should I serve? Lita, you'll help with that won't you?"
"You know I will, Serena," she answered.
"And don't worry about the party. We know you have that project to finish for your class. We'll figure everything out," Mina said.
"That's what I'm worried about," Serena said dryly.
"Don't worry Serena, trust us," said Lita. "Everything will be fine."
"Yeah, you just go wait for the guest of honor," continued Mina.
"Oh right! I almost forgot about him. Swing by later and get a look at man in tights. Oh, and Mina, please remember to pick up my lipstick from the department store. I'm all out, and they're the only people with that particular shade."
"Alrighty. What shade was that again?"
"Kissable Magic!" everyone said, exasperated. They had been over this a few times.
"If she doesn't remember, please, someone pick it up for me," Serena begged.
"Alright, already!" said Raye, "Now get going--you never know when those delivery guys show up."
Serena made a face and stuck out her tongue. "I'm going, I'm going. Bye!" She shouted as she ran out of the cafe.
"So, when is this party supposed to take place?" asked Amy, "It can't be tonight, I have a 50 page essay to write for my Psychology course."
"Don't worry Amy, we'll see if Serena's up to having it either this later this month or the beginning of next. Her project will be done by then and we need to give everyone time to find costumes. When's your paper due?" asked Mina.
"In four months."
"I figured that," muttered Lita. "Hey, let's get going. I need some ideas on what to serve. How many people are we inviting?"
Mina and Raye looked at each other and smirked.
"Oh dear," said Amy, "I don't think I want to be around when Serena sees all the guests you two are planning to invite to her tiny apartment."
"But, you'll be there, won't you dear Amy?" asked Raye.
Amy smiled and nodded eagerly. Her blue eyes opened wide, "I wouldn't miss it for the world. What costumes are we going to wear?"
"Costumes!!" shouted Mina.
"Another reason we need to leave--preferably today!" said Lita.
"Gawd Lita, a little louder. We're going."
The girls got up and left the cafe, excitedly talking about all the things they needed to get done for the impromptu party.
Meanwhile, Serena was at home wondering where she was going to put a life-size Spiderman.
'I wonder if he's posable. Maybe I'll sit him on the couch. Man, I wish that delivery guy would hurry up.'
DING DONG
"I love it when that happens." She walked to the door and opened it. "Hi!"
"Hello," smiled the cute delivery guy. He had a dimple in his left cheek. "I have a delivery for..." he checked his clipboard, "Ms. Serena Tsukino."
"That's me. You can just roll it on in."
The guy smiled again and wheeled in the largest box Serena had ever seen into the apartment. No labels were on it except for her name and address.
"Where do you want it?"
"Uh..." she looked around again, "just sit it near that wall, please."
He settled the heavy box where she desired, and handed her the clipboard for her signature. After that was done, she bade the guy good day and turned her attention to her new roommate. She walked around the box and looked it over from all sides. Slowly running her hand over the edges, she found the area designed for opening. She ran over to her desk and grabbed her scissors and cut the tape holding it closed. When one panel was finally opened, a steady rush of packing popcorn suddenly flooded into the room.
Serena backed away in surprise, and tripped over the debris. "Ahhh!!" Of course, the klutziness hadn't completely left our favorite meatball-headed blond. She fell face first into the packing.
She lay there a while contemplating life. "I'm glad no one was around to see that, especially Raye."
She blinked a couple of times and saw something in her peripheral vision. Looking up, she realized she was looking at red boots. "Oh, wow." Her eyes traveled further up the man in blue and met with well muscled calves, firm looking thighs, and a large bulge at the..."
"Whoa!!" Serena thought out loud. "It's a mannequin! Just because it's life-size doesn't mean it has to be life-like. Why would a dummy need...need...THAT?!"
Averting her eyes after a moment's hesitation, she continued her inspection of her prize. Finally rising to her feet, she lightly touched the popular superhero. 'Feels real,' she thought. 'Looks real' she glanced back down, 'Too real.'
She grabbed the shoulders and struggled to get the dead weight out of the box. "And your weight seems to be real too, Spidey." Grunting, she finally got him out of the box. Tired from her exertions, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Sorry to use you like this man, but you're heavy and I need a breather--hope you don't mind. Whew," she sighed, "definitely need to start going back to the gym. What do you think?" Looking up into Spiderman's face, she shook her head a couple of times. Realizing whom, or rather what she was talking to, she turned around. "Oh man, just look at me--I'm talking to a DUMMY! I need professional help." Her stomach rumbled. "Or better yet, food!"
Still winded from her recent workout, she grabbed the phone and ordered a pizza.
**********
"He's certainly impressive," remarked Amy.
"Oh, before I forget--here Serena," Mina handed her a bag.
"Thanks Mina," she opened the bag and took out her lipstick and put some on. It was her favorite shade and it could only be found in department stores.
"I'll say," Lita continued their conversation, "Very life-like. Hey! How come he's taller than Toby Maguire?"
"How do you know if he's taller than Toby Maguire?" asked Serena.
"Are you kidding? He's one of the best actors there is." She suddenly got a dreamy expression, and sighed, "did you see him in Pleasantville? He totally pulled me in. He looked just like my old boyfriend."
"Uhh, right Lita," interrupted Mina, "anyway this big fella right here is based on Spiderman, not Toby Maguire. Who knows how tall our hero is in the comic book world."
"He's 6'2"."
Surprised, everyone turn to look at Amy.
"I don't just study, you know?"
"She doesn't?" mouthed Serena to Lita.
"I wonder what the rest of him looks like."
"Who?"
"You Meatball Head!" Raye whacked Serena with a pillow. "Who do you think?"
"I don't know how many times I let that Meatball Head comment slide today, Raye, but you're gonna get yours just for that one," said Serena.
Grabbing the pillow before Serena could retaliate, Lita asked, "Hey, do you think he has a real face under that mask, or is it, you know, just shaped wax or whatever?"
"I doubt its just wax. I mean, the rest of him certainly looks real," answered Serena. Getting up, she walked over the man in blue tights and fingered his arm. "Looks and feels real," she muttered under her breath.
Amy, who had also gotten up to get a closer look, heard her and turned bright red. Unfortunately, she had bent over to pick up something she dropped and her eyes found the bulge at the apex of his thighs when she overheard Serena's comment. Straightening up quickly, she changed the subject, "So what are you wearing for the party?"
"I haven't decided yet," answered Mina. "There's a lot to choose from."
"Well, in keeping with the comic theme since it's our party," started Lita, "why don't we go as a character from some popular strips."
"Oooh, I wanna be Wonder Woman," said Raye. "I already have the black hair, great legs, and not to mention a fabulous body if I don't say so myself."
"Yeah, Raye, please don't say so," Serena grabbed the pillow Lita had commandeered earlier and hurled it at Raye, "and that's for hitting me earlier, and calling me Meatball Head I don't know how many times today!"
A tongue war ensued.
"Anyway," Mina turned her attention away from them, "I think I'll be Supergirl. I saw that on TV last month, and she was kinda cool."
"I want to be something classy since I'm still considered one of the guys by...well, guys. How about Lois Lane--Star Reporter for the Daily Planet? Maybe I'll meet my Superman. How about you, Amy?"
"I know the perfect costume for Amy," remarked Raye, pausing from her argument with Serena, "Catwoman!!"
The girls fell over laughing.
"Yeah! Who'd figure out our nice, sweet Amy would go for leather and a whip?"
"What do you say Amy? Could you be a Bad girl for one night?"
Amy studied the floor, "With 4" stiletto heels, and fire engine red lipstick?" she asked.
"The works, Amy," answered Mina.
Amy suddenly looked up with a certain gleam in her eyes and a smirk. She quirked one eyebrow, and in a perfect imitation of Michelle Phieffer, uttered "Meow."
"All right Amy!" everyone shouted and laughed.
"Ok, so now we need one for Serena," said Mina.
"Well," started Lita, "seeing how it's at her apartment and Spidey belongs to her, I say she goes as M.J."
"Well, I'd have to get a wig, cause there's no way I'm dying my hair red just for one night, and I don't have time to really look for one. I still have my project to work on and it's due soon. I don't have time to spend looking all over for a nice wig."
"Add that to the list of things to do then, Amy. Don't worry Serena," said Raye, "we'll find the perfect wig for you--and it won't make your head look bigger than it already is."
"Thanks Raye....HEY!!"
Later, after the girls had left, Serena walked into her bedroom. Instantly her eyes were drawn to the newest addition. Spiderman now occupied a spot in a corner. The girls had helped move him out of the living room. Serena felt that he was too out of place in her living room. She didn't have a guestroom, he'd be a fire hazard in the kitchen, and he couldn't fit in a closet, so her bedroom was her only resort.
"My own hero," she thought out loud. Walking over to where he stood, she recalled what she and the girls had talked about earlier.
*Flashback*
"Wouldn't it be great if a superhero were in love with you?" Serena asked her friends.
"Yeah, right, Meatball Head. Like we live in a world where that could happen. You've been watching too many of those Japanese anime cartoons," replied Raye.
"That's not what I mean. But think about it, the guy may have his secret identity and everything, but did you ever think about how much he must love the girl? The superhero always goes out of his way just to save her. Of course it's his job, and he saves other people too, but he makes sure that she's safe first. Imagine someone who just drops anything and everything he's doing to make sure you're all right. That's powerful love. I'd love to have my own hero."
The girls looked thoughtful.
"That's true," remarked Raye, "Superman reversed time so Lois Lane could live in one of those Superman movies--can't remember which one."
"And didn't Batman reveal his identity to someone for the girl he loved?," asked Mina.
"I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised," said Lita, "I loved to have a superhero love me too, Serena."
"Yeah, but the girl is always in particular danger."
Everyone fell over and groaned, "Argh! Amy!!"
"Well, I wouldn't mind being loved by a superhero, no matter what the risk. Of course, I'd take an nice, honest, sweet, handsome, intelligent, and charming guy too."
"We all want that to happen Serena," said Mina. "Let us know your secret when it happens for you, and we'll do the same for each other, okay?"
"Deal."
*End Flashback*
Looking at his costume, she remembered what Lita had asked.
"Do you think he has a real face under that mask, or is it, you know, just shaped wax or whatever?"
Now, more than a little curious, Serena peered closely at the neck of the superhero. She saw where the hooded masked began and gently tugged it free from the bodysuit of the costume. Not wanting to cause any damage to what could be his face, she slowly and tenderly took the hood off. A face was there.
And what a face it was!
Serena stepped back in awe. The man didn't look anything like Toby Maguire. He looked more like...like...she didn't know who, because this guy definitely broke the mold--literally.
Sightless, deep sapphire blue eyes seemed to stare into her cerulean eyes. They were fringed with the finest black eyelashes. His strong mouth was quirked in a grin, his skin was tanned, as if he had been out in the sun a lot, and his hair was the blackest of midnight.
He was beautiful. Just like what those Greek sculptures would have been. She had her own, personal personification of a Greek myth standing here in her bedroom! But which myth was it? Apollo? No, he'd probably be blond. Ares? No, the face looked too friendly. Who? She couldn't remember her mythology.
Serena walked over to him once again. She just had to touch him, feel him, just for a moment. Taking her time, she slowly began running her hand through his feather soft hair, around the curve of his left ear, down the angle of his cheekbone, and then one finger across his firm lips. He felt so real.
"But you're not real," she finished the thought. She looked back into his endless blue, yet unseeing eyes, "but I wouldn't mind it if you were real." With that, she leaned up on tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek, then turned and got ready for bed. She undressed quickly. Even though he was just a mannequin, it still felt weird. She hopped into bed, and pulled out some notes from her classes.
She was so involved in her work that she missed seeing her new roommate's finger twitch slightly.
Kissable Magic By Nichire Romance/Comedy Nov 2002
Chapter 1
"What am I supposed to do with it?!" Serena looked to her four best friends, Mina, Raye, Lita, and Amy for a solution.
"Sell it."
"Store it."
"Throw it away."
"Give it to me."
Everyone turned to look at Raye.
"What? I could use it to practice martial arts on."
"When are you supposed to get it?"
"The letter said that it'd arrive sometime this afternoon. I have to cut our shopping trip short just so I can be home to receive the stupid thing. I don't even want it!" Serena wailed, "I just signed up as a gag, a DARE people!! I was NOT supposed to win!"
"Calm down, Serena," started Lita, "you're acting like this is the worst thing that could ever happen. I think it's cool."
"Yeah," agreed Mina. "Hey, let me see that letter again." She took the letter, unfolded it, and read its contents again. "I can't believe that you're the winner of the life-size Spiderman!"
"The odds of that happening were..." started Amy as she pulled out a calculator, "10,073,478 to 1."
"Yeah, so seriously, what am I supposed to do with it?"
"Throw a celebration party, Meatball Head. I know--a costume party!" said Raye.
"What a great idea!" said Mina, "and give out prizes to whoever happens to dress up with anything to do with Spiderman."
"Hmmm...that actually sounds good. When? What kind of prizes, who do I invite and what kind of food should I serve? Lita, you'll help with that won't you?"
"You know I will, Serena," she answered.
"And don't worry about the party. We know you have that project to finish for your class. We'll figure everything out," Mina said.
"That's what I'm worried about," Serena said dryly.
"Don't worry Serena, trust us," said Lita. "Everything will be fine."
"Yeah, you just go wait for the guest of honor," continued Mina.
"Oh right! I almost forgot about him. Swing by later and get a look at man in tights. Oh, and Mina, please remember to pick up my lipstick from the department store. I'm all out, and they're the only people with that particular shade."
"Alrighty. What shade was that again?"
"Kissable Magic!" everyone said, exasperated. They had been over this a few times.
"If she doesn't remember, please, someone pick it up for me," Serena begged.
"Alright, already!" said Raye, "Now get going--you never know when those delivery guys show up."
Serena made a face and stuck out her tongue. "I'm going, I'm going. Bye!" She shouted as she ran out of the cafe.
"So, when is this party supposed to take place?" asked Amy, "It can't be tonight, I have a 50 page essay to write for my Psychology course."
"Don't worry Amy, we'll see if Serena's up to having it either this later this month or the beginning of next. Her project will be done by then and we need to give everyone time to find costumes. When's your paper due?" asked Mina.
"In four months."
"I figured that," muttered Lita. "Hey, let's get going. I need some ideas on what to serve. How many people are we inviting?"
Mina and Raye looked at each other and smirked.
"Oh dear," said Amy, "I don't think I want to be around when Serena sees all the guests you two are planning to invite to her tiny apartment."
"But, you'll be there, won't you dear Amy?" asked Raye.
Amy smiled and nodded eagerly. Her blue eyes opened wide, "I wouldn't miss it for the world. What costumes are we going to wear?"
"Costumes!!" shouted Mina.
"Another reason we need to leave--preferably today!" said Lita.
"Gawd Lita, a little louder. We're going."
The girls got up and left the cafe, excitedly talking about all the things they needed to get done for the impromptu party.
Meanwhile, Serena was at home wondering where she was going to put a life-size Spiderman.
'I wonder if he's posable. Maybe I'll sit him on the couch. Man, I wish that delivery guy would hurry up.'
DING DONG
"I love it when that happens." She walked to the door and opened it. "Hi!"
"Hello," smiled the cute delivery guy. He had a dimple in his left cheek. "I have a delivery for..." he checked his clipboard, "Ms. Serena Tsukino."
"That's me. You can just roll it on in."
The guy smiled again and wheeled in the largest box Serena had ever seen into the apartment. No labels were on it except for her name and address.
"Where do you want it?"
"Uh..." she looked around again, "just sit it near that wall, please."
He settled the heavy box where she desired, and handed her the clipboard for her signature. After that was done, she bade the guy good day and turned her attention to her new roommate. She walked around the box and looked it over from all sides. Slowly running her hand over the edges, she found the area designed for opening. She ran over to her desk and grabbed her scissors and cut the tape holding it closed. When one panel was finally opened, a steady rush of packing popcorn suddenly flooded into the room.
Serena backed away in surprise, and tripped over the debris. "Ahhh!!" Of course, the klutziness hadn't completely left our favorite meatball-headed blond. She fell face first into the packing.
She lay there a while contemplating life. "I'm glad no one was around to see that, especially Raye."
She blinked a couple of times and saw something in her peripheral vision. Looking up, she realized she was looking at red boots. "Oh, wow." Her eyes traveled further up the man in blue and met with well muscled calves, firm looking thighs, and a large bulge at the..."
"Whoa!!" Serena thought out loud. "It's a mannequin! Just because it's life-size doesn't mean it has to be life-like. Why would a dummy need...need...THAT?!"
Averting her eyes after a moment's hesitation, she continued her inspection of her prize. Finally rising to her feet, she lightly touched the popular superhero. 'Feels real,' she thought. 'Looks real' she glanced back down, 'Too real.'
She grabbed the shoulders and struggled to get the dead weight out of the box. "And your weight seems to be real too, Spidey." Grunting, she finally got him out of the box. Tired from her exertions, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Sorry to use you like this man, but you're heavy and I need a breather--hope you don't mind. Whew," she sighed, "definitely need to start going back to the gym. What do you think?" Looking up into Spiderman's face, she shook her head a couple of times. Realizing whom, or rather what she was talking to, she turned around. "Oh man, just look at me--I'm talking to a DUMMY! I need professional help." Her stomach rumbled. "Or better yet, food!"
Still winded from her recent workout, she grabbed the phone and ordered a pizza.
**********
"He's certainly impressive," remarked Amy.
"Oh, before I forget--here Serena," Mina handed her a bag.
"Thanks Mina," she opened the bag and took out her lipstick and put some on. It was her favorite shade and it could only be found in department stores.
"I'll say," Lita continued their conversation, "Very life-like. Hey! How come he's taller than Toby Maguire?"
"How do you know if he's taller than Toby Maguire?" asked Serena.
"Are you kidding? He's one of the best actors there is." She suddenly got a dreamy expression, and sighed, "did you see him in Pleasantville? He totally pulled me in. He looked just like my old boyfriend."
"Uhh, right Lita," interrupted Mina, "anyway this big fella right here is based on Spiderman, not Toby Maguire. Who knows how tall our hero is in the comic book world."
"He's 6'2"."
Surprised, everyone turn to look at Amy.
"I don't just study, you know?"
"She doesn't?" mouthed Serena to Lita.
"I wonder what the rest of him looks like."
"Who?"
"You Meatball Head!" Raye whacked Serena with a pillow. "Who do you think?"
"I don't know how many times I let that Meatball Head comment slide today, Raye, but you're gonna get yours just for that one," said Serena.
Grabbing the pillow before Serena could retaliate, Lita asked, "Hey, do you think he has a real face under that mask, or is it, you know, just shaped wax or whatever?"
"I doubt its just wax. I mean, the rest of him certainly looks real," answered Serena. Getting up, she walked over the man in blue tights and fingered his arm. "Looks and feels real," she muttered under her breath.
Amy, who had also gotten up to get a closer look, heard her and turned bright red. Unfortunately, she had bent over to pick up something she dropped and her eyes found the bulge at the apex of his thighs when she overheard Serena's comment. Straightening up quickly, she changed the subject, "So what are you wearing for the party?"
"I haven't decided yet," answered Mina. "There's a lot to choose from."
"Well, in keeping with the comic theme since it's our party," started Lita, "why don't we go as a character from some popular strips."
"Oooh, I wanna be Wonder Woman," said Raye. "I already have the black hair, great legs, and not to mention a fabulous body if I don't say so myself."
"Yeah, Raye, please don't say so," Serena grabbed the pillow Lita had commandeered earlier and hurled it at Raye, "and that's for hitting me earlier, and calling me Meatball Head I don't know how many times today!"
A tongue war ensued.
"Anyway," Mina turned her attention away from them, "I think I'll be Supergirl. I saw that on TV last month, and she was kinda cool."
"I want to be something classy since I'm still considered one of the guys by...well, guys. How about Lois Lane--Star Reporter for the Daily Planet? Maybe I'll meet my Superman. How about you, Amy?"
"I know the perfect costume for Amy," remarked Raye, pausing from her argument with Serena, "Catwoman!!"
The girls fell over laughing.
"Yeah! Who'd figure out our nice, sweet Amy would go for leather and a whip?"
"What do you say Amy? Could you be a Bad girl for one night?"
Amy studied the floor, "With 4" stiletto heels, and fire engine red lipstick?" she asked.
"The works, Amy," answered Mina.
Amy suddenly looked up with a certain gleam in her eyes and a smirk. She quirked one eyebrow, and in a perfect imitation of Michelle Phieffer, uttered "Meow."
"All right Amy!" everyone shouted and laughed.
"Ok, so now we need one for Serena," said Mina.
"Well," started Lita, "seeing how it's at her apartment and Spidey belongs to her, I say she goes as M.J."
"Well, I'd have to get a wig, cause there's no way I'm dying my hair red just for one night, and I don't have time to really look for one. I still have my project to work on and it's due soon. I don't have time to spend looking all over for a nice wig."
"Add that to the list of things to do then, Amy. Don't worry Serena," said Raye, "we'll find the perfect wig for you--and it won't make your head look bigger than it already is."
"Thanks Raye....HEY!!"
Later, after the girls had left, Serena walked into her bedroom. Instantly her eyes were drawn to the newest addition. Spiderman now occupied a spot in a corner. The girls had helped move him out of the living room. Serena felt that he was too out of place in her living room. She didn't have a guestroom, he'd be a fire hazard in the kitchen, and he couldn't fit in a closet, so her bedroom was her only resort.
"My own hero," she thought out loud. Walking over to where he stood, she recalled what she and the girls had talked about earlier.
*Flashback*
"Wouldn't it be great if a superhero were in love with you?" Serena asked her friends.
"Yeah, right, Meatball Head. Like we live in a world where that could happen. You've been watching too many of those Japanese anime cartoons," replied Raye.
"That's not what I mean. But think about it, the guy may have his secret identity and everything, but did you ever think about how much he must love the girl? The superhero always goes out of his way just to save her. Of course it's his job, and he saves other people too, but he makes sure that she's safe first. Imagine someone who just drops anything and everything he's doing to make sure you're all right. That's powerful love. I'd love to have my own hero."
The girls looked thoughtful.
"That's true," remarked Raye, "Superman reversed time so Lois Lane could live in one of those Superman movies--can't remember which one."
"And didn't Batman reveal his identity to someone for the girl he loved?," asked Mina.
"I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised," said Lita, "I loved to have a superhero love me too, Serena."
"Yeah, but the girl is always in particular danger."
Everyone fell over and groaned, "Argh! Amy!!"
"Well, I wouldn't mind being loved by a superhero, no matter what the risk. Of course, I'd take an nice, honest, sweet, handsome, intelligent, and charming guy too."
"We all want that to happen Serena," said Mina. "Let us know your secret when it happens for you, and we'll do the same for each other, okay?"
"Deal."
*End Flashback*
Looking at his costume, she remembered what Lita had asked.
"Do you think he has a real face under that mask, or is it, you know, just shaped wax or whatever?"
Now, more than a little curious, Serena peered closely at the neck of the superhero. She saw where the hooded masked began and gently tugged it free from the bodysuit of the costume. Not wanting to cause any damage to what could be his face, she slowly and tenderly took the hood off. A face was there.
And what a face it was!
Serena stepped back in awe. The man didn't look anything like Toby Maguire. He looked more like...like...she didn't know who, because this guy definitely broke the mold--literally.
Sightless, deep sapphire blue eyes seemed to stare into her cerulean eyes. They were fringed with the finest black eyelashes. His strong mouth was quirked in a grin, his skin was tanned, as if he had been out in the sun a lot, and his hair was the blackest of midnight.
He was beautiful. Just like what those Greek sculptures would have been. She had her own, personal personification of a Greek myth standing here in her bedroom! But which myth was it? Apollo? No, he'd probably be blond. Ares? No, the face looked too friendly. Who? She couldn't remember her mythology.
Serena walked over to him once again. She just had to touch him, feel him, just for a moment. Taking her time, she slowly began running her hand through his feather soft hair, around the curve of his left ear, down the angle of his cheekbone, and then one finger across his firm lips. He felt so real.
"But you're not real," she finished the thought. She looked back into his endless blue, yet unseeing eyes, "but I wouldn't mind it if you were real." With that, she leaned up on tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek, then turned and got ready for bed. She undressed quickly. Even though he was just a mannequin, it still felt weird. She hopped into bed, and pulled out some notes from her classes.
She was so involved in her work that she missed seeing her new roommate's finger twitch slightly.