Why Live Life From Dream to Dream? (Part II)
By Obi's Girl
I followed Christian at a distance as he led me towards my room. I lied about before. I said I wanted to stay with Christian to help him get over Satine and hopefully, redeem myself in the end. Who was I kidding? I love him. Of course, he could never return my feelings. He loved Satine, still loves her even though she'd dead. And I could never force myself on him. It wouldn't be fair to him, or Satine's memory. He knows that.
Christian turned to, standing in front of the door to my room, "You can stay here. Toulouse, Satie and the Argentinean are just upstairs - so don't be surprised if there's a loud commotion from that direction."
I smiled, about to say thank you, but he walked away. I walked into the room, quietly, dropping onto the bed, allowing sleep to take me.
~~
I growled, as light streamed through my window the next morning and Toulouse burst into my room, followed by the Argentinean. Toulouse smiled, twirling his cane around, "Time for breakfast, my dream!" he cried. I opened one eye, snarling under my breath rolling onto my other side, ignoring them.
"Go away Toulouse! It's too early for breakfast." I cried, hiding my face in the pillows.
The Argentinean walked over, leaned over me, whispering into my ear, "Nini, you have to wake up. Wake up, beautiful. Time to wake up."
I moaned, finally giving in.
~~
I joined Toulouse, the Argentinean and Christian an hour later. Toulouse was talking rapidly, about something as Christian only nodded his head in reply, glancing at me as I stood in the doorway, still dressed in the same clothes I was wearing yesterday. He stared at me for the longest moment until I walked to the table. The Argentinean pulled out a chair for me. I smiled thanks, sitting down next to Christian. Christian cleared his throat, "Sleep well?"
I smiled, "I was before ---," and gestured to Toulouse and the Argentinean, "before these two woke up in a hurry."
Christian smiled. It was the first time I had seen him smile, well, since Satine passed. I blushed to myself, pouring myself some juice. "So, why wake me up early? What's the deal?"
He shrugged as Toulouse explained, "A velcoming breakfast for you, my dear."
"And we need to go shopping." the Argentinean added quickly. I glanced at Christian and he shrugged, "Clothes."
I laughed, putting my glass down, "That's not necessary. I'm fine. I don't deserve special treatment, or attention."
"Don't say that, Nini. If you're going to find a job, you need to look suitable." Toulouse explained as I mouthed the word, "Job"?
That was a strange word. I glanced at Christian again. That's what he and Toulouse were talking about before I arrived. He wants me out I abruptly stood up from the table, shoving in my chair, startling them. I glared at Christian, "So, you want me out even before I have a chance to prove myself? Thank you for your short hospitality!" I shouted, running to the door. Christian got up, leaving the Argentinean and Toulouse.
"Nini, wait! Wait!" he cried, before finally catching up to me. "I don't want you out. You just need a job to support yourself. My writing's not going anywhere right now."
I huffed, "A job? A real job? I really don't think that's possible. I don't have any skills, besides pleasing men, and that doesn't make for a colorful resume."
He laughed, "We'll help you. I'll help you. My father's a businessman. He always brought his work home, despite my mother's wishes." Christian paused, touching my hand for the first time, "You deserve better, Nini. I know it can't bring Satine back..."
I frowned briefly, whispering, "I'll do it. Where do I start?"
He smiled, pulling me back inside his apartment and slamming the door.
By Obi's Girl
I followed Christian at a distance as he led me towards my room. I lied about before. I said I wanted to stay with Christian to help him get over Satine and hopefully, redeem myself in the end. Who was I kidding? I love him. Of course, he could never return my feelings. He loved Satine, still loves her even though she'd dead. And I could never force myself on him. It wouldn't be fair to him, or Satine's memory. He knows that.
Christian turned to, standing in front of the door to my room, "You can stay here. Toulouse, Satie and the Argentinean are just upstairs - so don't be surprised if there's a loud commotion from that direction."
I smiled, about to say thank you, but he walked away. I walked into the room, quietly, dropping onto the bed, allowing sleep to take me.
~~
I growled, as light streamed through my window the next morning and Toulouse burst into my room, followed by the Argentinean. Toulouse smiled, twirling his cane around, "Time for breakfast, my dream!" he cried. I opened one eye, snarling under my breath rolling onto my other side, ignoring them.
"Go away Toulouse! It's too early for breakfast." I cried, hiding my face in the pillows.
The Argentinean walked over, leaned over me, whispering into my ear, "Nini, you have to wake up. Wake up, beautiful. Time to wake up."
I moaned, finally giving in.
~~
I joined Toulouse, the Argentinean and Christian an hour later. Toulouse was talking rapidly, about something as Christian only nodded his head in reply, glancing at me as I stood in the doorway, still dressed in the same clothes I was wearing yesterday. He stared at me for the longest moment until I walked to the table. The Argentinean pulled out a chair for me. I smiled thanks, sitting down next to Christian. Christian cleared his throat, "Sleep well?"
I smiled, "I was before ---," and gestured to Toulouse and the Argentinean, "before these two woke up in a hurry."
Christian smiled. It was the first time I had seen him smile, well, since Satine passed. I blushed to myself, pouring myself some juice. "So, why wake me up early? What's the deal?"
He shrugged as Toulouse explained, "A velcoming breakfast for you, my dear."
"And we need to go shopping." the Argentinean added quickly. I glanced at Christian and he shrugged, "Clothes."
I laughed, putting my glass down, "That's not necessary. I'm fine. I don't deserve special treatment, or attention."
"Don't say that, Nini. If you're going to find a job, you need to look suitable." Toulouse explained as I mouthed the word, "Job"?
That was a strange word. I glanced at Christian again. That's what he and Toulouse were talking about before I arrived. He wants me out I abruptly stood up from the table, shoving in my chair, startling them. I glared at Christian, "So, you want me out even before I have a chance to prove myself? Thank you for your short hospitality!" I shouted, running to the door. Christian got up, leaving the Argentinean and Toulouse.
"Nini, wait! Wait!" he cried, before finally catching up to me. "I don't want you out. You just need a job to support yourself. My writing's not going anywhere right now."
I huffed, "A job? A real job? I really don't think that's possible. I don't have any skills, besides pleasing men, and that doesn't make for a colorful resume."
He laughed, "We'll help you. I'll help you. My father's a businessman. He always brought his work home, despite my mother's wishes." Christian paused, touching my hand for the first time, "You deserve better, Nini. I know it can't bring Satine back..."
I frowned briefly, whispering, "I'll do it. Where do I start?"
He smiled, pulling me back inside his apartment and slamming the door.