Chapter 3 - Just The Girl
July 12, 2004 - About 8:30 p.m
"..I don't want anyone else, She's a mystery, She's too much for me, But I keep comin' back for more, She's just the girl I'm lookin' for.."
As the afternoon sun slowly became lower in the sky - I kept getting bad feelings. They were horrible feelings - like I wanted to throw up. I scratched my head leaning on it sitting at the front desk. I had a good 30 plus minutes until my shift ended. And around 9 o'clock, Zak wanted to pick me up to ask me questions. And I was nervous about it. I didn't know why either - hell, It was just for his documentary anyways, right? So, there wasn't a reason to want to die when I seen him walk into out of the elevator with his laptop a half hour before our interview, right? Yeah, if you said your right - there must be something wrong with you because I was already shaking in my converse. Now, i'm shakin' more.
The lobby wasn't empty, there were at least 10 people in their doing what they normally do when they stay here. Conducting E.V.P. sessions, Recording videos, doing homework, reading. The normal stuff. Zak waved at me smiling as he sat down at a table by the front window. He opened his laptop and I shook my head as he peaked a glance at me, and he caught me staring. shit. He put his head in his hand and began searching something.
He pulled on a headset and began half talking to himself. I chuckled as a man came up to the desk. He had a tux on and a big unnatural smile. "Hello, Welcome to the Goldfield hotel. How may I help you?" I smiled at him - the regular forced Goldfield Hotel smile.
"Hi! I heard there was a paranormal Investigation here tonight? Do you know who might be investigating it?" The man smiled, "Oh! I'm Mike Groshe." I cocked a eyebrow and took a quick glance at Zak who was shaking his head furiously, his eyes wide. I looked back at the man and smiled.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Groshe. But, Unfortunately I have no idea who might be doing this investigation tonight." I replied, "Thank you for asking though." The man hit his fist on the front desk, causing the bird cage to rattle a bit for the bird to start cawing like mad.
"Liar! Tell me where he is!" Mr. Groshe screamed.
"Mr. Groshe, I promise you, I have no idea who's doing the paranormal investigation. If i found out - I'm sure i'll tell you." I replied to him offering another smile.
"Don't smile at me! Tell me where he is!" Mr. Groshe yelled. Zak stood up, and started walking over to me. I held my hand up at him and shook my head. Hell, how long have I been working at this hotel? I know how to deal with these types of people. "Is that him!" Mr. Groshe said.
"No!" I exclaimed a little bit too panicky. "Security!" I screamed the last part. My voice was too panicky. I don't know why i was panicking so badly - but i was.
Zak smiled at me and shook his head. I bit my lip at him and sucked in a breath half smiling. 'Sorry'. I mouthed.
"No problem." Zak laughed walking the rest of the way to the desk as Mr. Groshe was pulled away. Zak leaned against the desk smiling. "So, are you off your shift yet?" Zak asked. I shook my head.
"No.. Another twenty minutes or so." I replied sadly, "I get out at nine." I frowned awkwardly at him. Zak shrugged.
"No problem. I'll be over here listening to music." Zak smiled.
"Bring your laptop over here, I wanna listen." I replied smiling back at him. He rose his eyebrows.
"Uh.. I don't think you'll like the music I listen to.." Zak admitted sheepishly eying me with his eyebrows rose up. I smiled at him back.
"I'm open to new Ideas, Zak." I smiled at him. Zak walked away with a sigh shaking his head.
He walked back over to me, his laptop popped open and he sat it on the counter. He clicked on the song he was listening to on his playlist - holding his breath.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I puckered my face as he paused it. He eyeballed me and laughed nervously. "Sorry my taste of music isn't very good." Zak pursed his lips looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "I.. I don't really like normal people music."
"Zak, That music doesn't match you at all." I said loudly. I shook my head at him hiding my smirk. He laughed and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, please. How does a piece of music match somebody?" Zak asked raising his eyebrows at me. I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out, so i snapped it shut and shrugged instead.
"I don't know. I mean," I leaned against the desk, "Do i look like the type of person who listens to rap?" I rose my eyebrows and he shook his head at me. "Exactly."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Zak said to me, his lips twitching up into a smile. His eyes shined as he looked at me. When I didn't reply, he shut the laptop and smiled, "I'm gunna go change. I'll be down with a camera in a few." Zak replied.
As he walked away, my happiness faded away. I don't think he wanted anymore than to be friends.
Damn it.
Ohhhhhh yeah:D
Chapter 4 is upp! Hope you like it - sorry I've been back behind. Usually I try to update everyday. But, since I've been late (My dad has been in the hospital) and School has gotten me going crazy and I'm trying to keep up with my shows. And when I usually write (fridays & saterdays) Ghost adventures has me gonig crazy! I'll try to update probally friday or thursday!
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