"Hello" a soft, deep voice muttered next to me, causing me to jump and let out a little squeal. I know, I know, I'm such a spaz. Anyway, I turned around to see where the voice was coming from, and I struggled to keep my mouth from opening in shock, because I saw the most beautiful being my hazel eyes had ever seen.
He was tall, about a foot higher than me, and I had to bend my head back to look into his deep blue eyes, gorgeous perfectly blonde hair lying softly over one of them. I could see his amazingly defined muscles through his skin-tight blue Abercrombie T-shirt. He had broad shoulders, and was standing awkwardly straight in his Levi skinny jeans. He looked like a soldier.
He was also standing incredibly close to me. So close, actually, that I could feel those muscles.
I took a shaky step back, "Oh…hey?" I said, unsure whether he was talking to me. I know he was staring right at me, but I didn't even know him! And why on earth would he say hi to me? He was unbelievably handsome with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and delicious muscles, and I was unbelievably plain with my black hair, hazel eyes, and blood red lips that made me look like a vampire when next to my pasty white skin.
"I'm Charles," he said in the same deep voice as he used before.
"I'm Stormy," I said, giving my cover-name.
"I'm sorry, but I saw you from across the room, and I thought you looked devastatingly familiar"
Oh. That's why he was talking to me. Of course. He knew my sister,and thought he knew me because I looked like a washed out version of her. I should have guessed, everyone knew my sister. I was just a shadow behind the perfectly lovely and divine Daisy.
Gag me.
"Really? That's strange, you don't seem familiar to me at all," I said in a slightly softer voice than I normally use. It wasn't technically a lie, and c'mon, he was cute. In a so-perfect-I-think-he-has-more-makeup-on-than-I-do sort of way.
"Hmm. I guess you just look like someone," He said, lifting his head so he was no longer looking down at me.
"Maybe, well, anyway, um, what's going on?" I asked, scrambling to keep the conversation going.
"Oh, I'm just checking out the company, before I head into the V.I.P. lounge" He said, with a sophisticated tone to his deep voice.
Oh my god! He was headed to the V.I.P. section? That meant he was a E.F.T.! Just like me!
I tried to contain my excitement. I still wasn't sure, I had encountered a few people who bragged about being V.I.P.s when they really weren't. I learned my lesson when I started gushing about how it was awesome to meet a new E.F.T., and then it turned out he wasn't. Boy was he freaked out.
"Oh really?" I said, trying to keep my voice from going to high, as it sometimes did when I got nervous or excited. "I'm a V.I.P. too, well, um, I'll see you in there," I said, giving a little wave and a smile, because I was getting nervous. Then I turned and floated (I was extremely graceful, the only thing I liked about myself) past Vince-the bodyguard, who knew me well enough not to have to check my E.F.T. I.D.-through the big brass doors (They couldn't use wood or silver of course) marked 'V.I.P.s only'.
God I love this place