Sparkles In Your Eyes
Part Two Is Here, Enjoy!
You know when everything goes slow motion at a perfect moment? This is exactly how I was feeling when I took his hand and spun me around to the dance floor.
I didn't notice Lucy spitting out her drink in shock of what she saw before her, the guy she was talking to tried his best to grab her attention but proved fruitless.
Everyone else stopped to look at us too, strangely amazed of how in sync we were. A mysterious stranger, a beautiful woman (yeah right), dancing together.
Was it meant to be? Was fate playing it's hand in my love life? That I didn't know. All I wanted was right now, what ifs were far away from my mind.
Swaying our hips, eyes never leaving from each other, the haunting woman's voice pouring her heart out over her lover and how she wanted to be with him forever.
It wasn't long until the song came to a end, we stopped at the very last note. We stood, in each other's arms, just close enough for our lips to touch.
So here I was, going to kiss the most amazing and wonderful stranger, when all the sudden loud cheering and clapping broke our bittersweet moment.
He pulled away first while I rubbed my neck and laughed nervously but when I turned to look at him, he had strangely disappeared without a trace.
My eyes widened in shock, how could he go like that in a matter of seconds? My heart pounded furiously, not only did I feel betrayed but swept away by him.
"Rose, that was amazing! But where did he go?" Lucy said, snapping me from my thoughts. "I don't know." I replied, looking at her until I noticed a small card by my feet.
Picking it up, there was only one name. ONE-TWO.
"One-Two? What kind of crappy name is that?" Lucy said. We were heading home half a hour later, alone and confused of what had happened.
"It's strange, normally a guy's name would be James or Nick or Richard. But One-Two? I have a uneasy feeling that's a gangster's name." I replied, looking at the card still in my hand.
Lucy gasped that caught my attention. "No way, I'm not having you dating a gangster. From the stories I heard, they charm their victims but put their lives in danger from other gangs." She explained.
A chill ran down my spine. "Don't worry Lucy, it's not like I'm going to see him again anyway. Just that when we were dancing, it seemed so right." I said with a longing sigh.
She placed a comforting hand on my lap. "I know but I'm only warning you, Rose. I don't know what I would if something happned to you, I'd never forgive myself."
I smiled at her, understanding every word. But when I turned to look out of the window, no-one noticed the trail of tears that was falling down my face.
Three Weeks Later...
With a yawn coming out my mouth and my eyes focusing on the clock, it wasn't long until my shift here was done for the week.
A reminder of tonight's events appeared in my mind, I was going out to visit a new art museum that was opening.
Lucy had somehow (she didn't tell me) got invitations for the both of us, a thing that blocked my troubling thoughts of the mysterious One-Two.
Though I pulled a brave face and lied through my teeth that I was fine, deep down my heart was rotting of how wonderful and cruel that night was.
I kept the card in my diary where I wrote every single night of my worries, fears and thoughts that I felt.
"Alright Rose, don't think I didn't catch you looking at the time constanly." My boss, Larry, said. I turned to face him, showing a faint smile.
He was a sweetheart Larry was, mature in his thirty-eight years with golden eyes and brown hair. A charmer and easy around women yet he was happily married with two growing daughters.
"Sorry sir, won't happen again." I replied, rubbing my neck. "Not to worry, I know you got a special event tonight. Why don't you go and I'll shut the shop up?" He offered.
"Oh no, it's my turn today." I pleaded but he placed a hand up. "Go on, you don't want to be late do you?" A wide grin went across my face.
"Thanks sir, I'll make sure I will next time." I said, kissing his cheek to jog up the staircase and collect my jacket that hung up on the coat hook.
Waving Larry goodbye, I left the shop with a hop in my walk. Perhaps tonight would take my mind off things, especially One-Two.
A few hours later, me and Lucy arrived at the art museum where it was packed of people and stunning paintings on the white walls.
Taking a glass of white wine, I wandered through the rooms while Lucy was gladly chatting up the bar tender who was without doubt her type this time.
Some drawings took my intrest for a good long while but for the others, they were either dull or hardly emotional. I never really enjoyed art in school but it beats staying at home on a Friday night.
But when I walked towards a very large painting, my jaw dropped of how very real it looked. Called "The Forbidden Pair", there was a man and a woman, naked, staring in each others eyes.
It was their faces that stunned me, very strangely they looked like me and One-Two. No, I'm obviously gone mad or something. Why does he always haunt my thoughts?
Knowing that the evening was now ruined all by a certain someone, I went to turn away until I bumped into a broad body. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I cried, checking that I didn't spill my drink on his tux.
"It's okay, my fault of standing behind you." Replied a rich and spine-chilling voice. My eyes rose to a another handsome man with brown choclate eyes and brown hair, his smile was warm and comforting.
"I... I..." Ugh, I hated stuttering around people! "Speechless, are we?" He teased, rising a eyebrow. Come on Rose, get yourself together! "No, I was completly taken by that painting that's all." That was a lie.
"Yes, I must admit that it does take one's fancy." He stood beside me, the sleeve of his jacket touched my open skin that gave me goosebumps. "Indeed it does." I replied, sipping my drink.
I lifted my head to see that he was staring right in my eyes, damn it he's hot! In fact, he looked more youthful than One-Two. Pah! Why should I think about that guy anymore, he left me so I'm moving on.
"The name's Archie," He said, offering his hand. I swallowed that annoying lump at the back of my throat yet I was taken by surprise that this guy had a actull proper name and no sign of him being a gangster.
"Rose." I replied, placing mine into his for a geniune and quite lovely handshake. Perhaps I might stay here for a little longer!
Author's Note: Bear With Me With Updates, I'm Slowly Getting Better So I Will Try And Get Chapters Up As Soon As I Can.