Hay guys I know it's been awhile, but here's Chapter 3! It's still the calm before the storm so please keep reading and be patient! One more chapter or not till the real adventure begins and spoilers might come about, so if you haven't seen POC 3 (that's blasphemy!) go see it!!!

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"I'm home!" I yelled out to no one in particular and it wasn't like anyone was there to great me anyway. I had moved out of my

childhood home two years ago to a tiny but charming apartment complex. Owned by a stylish old Parisian lady who being childless,

enjoyed called me her 'Petite Cherie', I was given a good deal on my housing. Returning the favor for her kindness I always had lunch

with her every Saturday, but at the moment she was sailing the Mediterranean, and thus once again I was left to my loneliness. Walking

through the hallway lost in thought I entered my living room and pressed the button on my answering machine. More out of habit from

back in the day when I had a strong social life I didn't expect the following message and it came like an interesting surprise. "You have

one new message, beep," said the automated voice. " Hay Sexy Lady, its Alicia! Remember Me!? 'insert giggle from Alicia' I live in

Florida now and its just so glamorous! I'm dating someone oh so wonderful! Anyway we're having the most fabulous yacht party in the

Caribbean next week and I would sooooooo love it if you came! Kisses! Really, Nanette I miss you so much, please be there, we have

sooooooo much catching up to do!" "Beep, end of final message." Half smirking to myself I sat down into one of my comfy Indian

pillows (tatto still intact sitll hurting somewaht). …Alicia, hu? She was one of my few friends back in high school and as I recall the

shyest. The use of her words now was influenced by my part back in the day when glamour was still important to me. Never one to ever

feel jealous I was happy about the fact she was doing so well and I was almost convinced to go. They Key word here is 'Almost'. The

lifestyle she now had was one I had once obtained but soon realized was not the one I wanted. It was too FAKE and I could not stand

it. Many a time I had stood champagne in hand flirting with large groups of males and delicately tying them around my tiny fingers while

feeling nothing but emptiness inside. Many a time I had been stared out by herds of females with nothing but contempt in their eyes as I

walked into rooms perfect in poise and fashion. I hated it. It disgusted me how easy it was to trick these people into thinking I was one

of them and that I actually liked them and cared out the things they did. I knew what made them cry and I knew what made them laugh.

For a time in my masochistic and sadistic pleasure I took advantage of this as much as I could. It was not until at some hotel party's

bathroom did I look into the mirror and realize I could not recognize the person staring back at me. It seemed like everything that I had

done in the last year and a half came crashing down one me in those five seconds and I found myself drowning. Needless to say, I

broke the mirror and the pain of my blooded fist brought me back to my senses. I left, I left and I never went back. Party invitations

went unread and burned. Text messages and emails were unopened and deleted, till months later when they seemed to almost cease to

come. Though at times like this one those whom I had apparently had left a lasting impression on still perused my attentions and tried to

get me to come on one of their godless endeavors. Yet, most of these times I'm not ashamed to say the callers were male, (hay I live in

L.A., give me a freaking break here) though sometimes though rarely, the callers were women who still considered us friends, just like

this one, Alicia. I looked at the funny glow of the answering machine. I had saved a previous message and all but forgot about it, so

unlike me. I pushed the button. The contrast almost made me jump. Henry's deep voice was an odd change next to Alicia's high pitched

giggly one. "Hay, Nate what's up? Anyway look Emmy decided it's about time we started planning for our wedding and since your not

busy I was wondering if you'd help her. She's clueless about these things and you know how much she likes you. So, like please if you

have time can you help her next week, if you can that be great, cuz you know I'll have to end up doing it and I hate stuff like that. Help

your brother out man. See ya." " Beep. End of final message." Ugh, Emmy…I think I'll give good old Alicia a call.


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