Sun Kissed
How can a vagabond, free spirited and unpredictable blonde make a phantasmagorical romance writer fall in love with her?
It started as a bet, one of those nights Alison, Aria and Spencer had when they went on a post graduate adventure in Santorini Greece. A young blonde adventurer meets a taciturn brunette. A clash of philosophy, one is audacious and the other sheepish.
She was sun kissed tan. With a hint of pink just above her cheeks gives away that she spends a lot of time under the sun. She have slender toned arms, lean but not muscular. Her peach Bohemian sleeveless chiffon dress hugs her frame perfectly, although her lower body is really intriguing. She sat cross legged, too absorbed in her laptop, typing furiously, from this angle, she looked like a pissed woman scolding her lover, brows scrunch, her secretary glasses loosely sitting above her nose. There are a few stray strands of her hair covering the side of her face but the rest is bound in a messy bun.
So, Greek goddesses are for real? She looked like a cross over version of Athena and Aphrodite, Alison thought.
The brunette just gave a slight nod, when a half drunken Spencer stumbled and knocked her wine glass, shattered on the floor. She shrugged and just waved her hand dismissing Spencer, a gesture Alison found snobbish.
"Did you see that! Did you see Spencer?!" a frantic Aria, laughing hysterically at the wobbling Spencer.
"I think we had too much, let`s call it a night!" declared Alison.
"No no no! We only had 2 bottles of wine, and its way early to sleep, what are you a baby?" says Spencer
"I`m just saying your alcohol level has reached its peak! Plus the wine here aren't cheap" Alison ogled at the expensive half bottle of Thracian wine in front of them.
"C`mon as if we cannot afford these stuff, is that you talking DiLaurentis?"
Alison and Spencer are somewhat half-sisters, through their twin brother Jason and Charles, the twins are offspring of Alison`s mother Jessica and Spencer`s father Peter Hastings. Both family came from old rich Victorians. Both girls are competitive, but they love each other like siblings. They met Aria in fifth grade and since then the three became inseparable. They all decided to go to Princeton University taking different courses, but stayed together close knit. Spencer took civil pre-law, Aria took English literature and Alison took interior design. They chose Princeton because it's close to Rosewood, Pennsylvania that they can still go home during holidays, and because they made a promise back in junior high that the first university that they got accepted from will be where they will go. All three got an early acceptance to Princeton. Their college lives took a toll on their friendship, although they go to the same university, they have different dorms, but they never grew apart. After graduation they got a present from their parents, a trip to any destination they want all expenses paid.
Alison wanted to go to Paris, Aria wanted to go to Asia and Spencer wanted to go to UK. Since they couldn't make up where to go. Alison, the impulsive suggested that they just chose the first flight from Rosewood and it turns out to be Greece.
When the cruise ship docked in Santorini, they all agreed it was a paradise and that the impulsiveness of Alison is a lucky chance for them. The country is rich in culture dating back eons ago when beautiful and omnipotent gods and goddesses are worshipped. The small attractive island is in the southern Aegean sea, southeast of Greece`s mainland. The climate is either dry or warm, but the nights are breezy and alive. It has rich cuisine and a fat cellar, fit for a Grecian appetite. The wine is a flouring industry based on indigenous grape variety, it comes strong and tangy, wine use to give toast to a King. The cuisine is sumptuous, variety of seafood smoke, grilled or otherwise. The houses are low lying cubical houses made of local stone and whitewashed or lime washed colours, houses dug sideways or downwards into the surrounding pumice. These rooms are prized because of the high insulation provided by the air-filled pumice, and are used as living quarters of unique coolness in the summer and warmth in the winter.
The sea water is so clear you can see the bottom from ten feet deep. There was a lot of tourists, It was a whole new dimension, a diversity of culture evolving in one.
"Spencer is right!" Aria stood up, yanked Spencer by the hand and danced with her. The bistro is playing a local soft music, and Alison slumped her back to the chair behind her.
"C`mon Ali! We are here to have fun before we get to the part we kill for a living!" Shouted Spencer
"Oh I know, she`s content in eye sexing that brunette over there, see.." Aria pouted towards the girl Spencer floundered.
"Ohhh. Way too feminine Ali, I bet she isn't even Bi" Alison snapped her head at spencer`s comment
"I can make a straight girl gay, you know that Spence" the blonde hiss, challenging Spencer
"So, why is your ass sitting there?" Aria rising one perfectly curved brow
"I will bet my boxster, if you can sleep with her before we even leave" taking Alison`s challenging smirk
"Then you better give me the keys when we get back!" with that Alison stood up and made her predatory way to the unsuspecting brunette.
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Her head is pounding with all this idea that`s washing over her. She couldn't even figure what to write first, her hands just frantically typed swiftly, her keyboard click clocking with every press. Emily didn't even bother to look at the person who knocked her wine glass that she hasn't even touched and sent it flying shattered on the floor. The girl excused and mumbled apologetically but she just dismissed her with a wave. She`s normally that rude and heedless whenever she`s this locked up in writing a story. All sorts of things will fly in her way but she can never turn her attention away from her computer. She lifted her head only once, for about thirty seconds, that's the longest span of time she can spare, when a whiff of jasmine and vanilla caught her smell. She looked around and suspected a blonde girl in a yellow floral dress to be the owner of her most favorite scent. For a while, it drove her heart to beat wild when her eyes gaze fell into the girl`s face. It was an immaculate heart shaped, with plump stubborn lips, pink even without the use of makeup. It accentuated the girl`s nose, pointed and firm, her eyes are the bluest blue she have ever seen, as if she was looking at the ocean, she can drown and get lost but she`ll never get tired of looking into it. She shook her head, trying to clear the fogginess; she heard the blonde took a seat on the other side of the bistro with two other companion, near the open space for dancing, while she stayed at the two seater table, grilling her new story. The bistro is playing a soft local song, she didn't mind, as long as its not too loud that it distracts her from writing. As a matter of fact, she liked it, she liked the cool breeze and the smell of delicious food in the air.
"Where`s the box?"
The brunette was brought into a grinding halt, she lifted her head to see if the question was directed to her. Her brow scrunched deeper, she pushed her glasses up her nose and tried desperately to decipher like an idiot, what the question was, when she met the burning gaze of the girl in the yellow dress.
"Ahh… the…wh—what?" her voice is almost caught up in her throat.
"I said where is the box?" the blonde repeated herself in a desperate attempt, faking annoyance.
"Ahh… box? What box?" she responded still fazed.
"Yeah, `cause I`m checking you out." Replied the blonde with a sly smirk.
Her mouth fell open in a perfect O shape, she blinked her eyes several times before it dawned to her what the other girl just said.
I`m checking you out
It`s the lamest thing she ever heard in her entire adult life, but it came out the most adorable way.
And she couldn't stop her heart from racing stupidly fast. Her face hot and red all over.