Here it is. Really, this is only half of what I intended on writing for
this chapter, but its late and I'm sleepy. Ill try to write more tomorrow.
And C'mon, people! Review! Please please! It may not seem much to you but
one review just makes my day! Please!?!?! Your suggestions are welcome!
*slobberkiss*
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Satine laid back on her bed to ponder her conversation with Harry. Dave Mathews Band was playing in the background and she let her mind drift.
Duke had friends in the business, he could get them discovered. Everything she had ever wanted could be hers. But to seduce him, give him her love to get what she wanted, she might as well sell herself.
"Oh, Satine, what did you get yourself into," she told herself.
Drowning her thoughts in her mug of lemon ginger tea she curled up with her favorite pillow in her cozy old pink flannel pajamas and bunny slippers in front of Friends.
She was fully immersed in the latest scheme of the gang when Satine heard a "plink! plink!" at her window. She climbed over and looked down to see none other than Christian, chucking pebbles up at her. She unlocked it and leaned out.
"Romeo, oh Romeo! Where art thou Romeo?" she dramatically shouted out the window.
"Mademoiselle thy noble lover pleads for th-thou to join him on this- this lovely night!" he spat out, in a shaky Shakespearian accent.
Exchanging bunny slippers for boots and throwing on a purple fur and leopard spotted coat over her ratty pajamas, she ran for the door.
Outside it was snowing, though it was only early November. She snuck up behind Christian, covering his eyes.
"Guess who!""
"Sheila!" he shouted.
"Sheila? Who's Sheila? Should I know about this 'Sheila'?" she squealed.
He whirled around and kissed her. They pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes, their breath making puff clouds in the cold.
"Just kidding!" he grinned. She playfully pushed him and he put his arm on her shoulder. They sauntered along, with no real destination to their journey.
"So where ya wanna go?" she asked.
"Mmm… how bout my place?" she nodded in agreement and they made for Christian's apartment, grabbing coffee on the way.
The warmth of the apartment was welcomed, as the ice flakes melted from Satine's scarlet hair, making it curl around her face, framing her flushed pink cheeks. Christian loved her this way, when she was unguarded and vulnerable, not the driven badass she was at school. Its not like she was a mean person, but nothing could sway her from her goal, that being fame. And sometimes people that didn't know her well took that as snobby. But really she was just driven.
Satine looked at Christian, he was tinkering on the piano while she picked though his book collection. His jet black hair was messy, he had his thick "dork" reading glasses on and he was wearing what she assumed to be his pajamas, he must have come to see her spur of the moment. There was a different feeling that Satine had for Christian. Sure, she had dated various boys before, though none seriously, and generally there was some sort of motive behind the set up, the quarter back on the football team, ect. All people that could either boost her on the social ladder or do something else to her benefit. She had never been in "love". She didn't actually believe in love. Until now. And she smiled to herself about what she had, and for that moment in time she was happy. And in love.
But that feeling was soon tainted as the thought of Harry and Duke crept back into her mind.
"I have to tell him the plan," she told herself, but upon another look at the man whom she had come to love, she decided otherwise. "Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow."
Drawing her attention back to the books, a small red one caught her attention. The red leather cover, embossed with gold letters, red "A Love Story" and it had an anonymous author. She opened up to the first page.
"In memoriam of Satine, my Sparkling Diamond, my love." Intrigued she read on to the beginning of the story.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return," it began. "The woman I loved is dead."
"Christian, what book is this?"
"Oh, that's just something I picked up at this strange little book shop. Something drew me to it, but I haven't had a change to read it yet."
"Could I borrow it?"
"Yeah, sure thing hon."
Noting Christian scribbling what she assumed to be lyrics down, she asked, "Whaddaya working on over there?"
"Oh its not much. Just an inkling of a song. Here, I'll show you."
The haunting melody began; Satine felt chills up her back.
"Never knew I could feel like this," his rich tenor voice began.
"Its like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss,
Every day I love you more and more.
That's all I have so far."
Satine broke in with her clapping. "That was spectacular." He walked over and sat down next to her, and kissed her on the neck softly.
"You are spectacular," he said wrapping his arms around her. She smiled seductively, fiddling with the button on his shirt.
And, well, let us draw the curtain on the rest of this little scene. *ignores disappointed moans from the audience.* Hey this is only pg-13 here people.
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Satine laid back on her bed to ponder her conversation with Harry. Dave Mathews Band was playing in the background and she let her mind drift.
Duke had friends in the business, he could get them discovered. Everything she had ever wanted could be hers. But to seduce him, give him her love to get what she wanted, she might as well sell herself.
"Oh, Satine, what did you get yourself into," she told herself.
Drowning her thoughts in her mug of lemon ginger tea she curled up with her favorite pillow in her cozy old pink flannel pajamas and bunny slippers in front of Friends.
She was fully immersed in the latest scheme of the gang when Satine heard a "plink! plink!" at her window. She climbed over and looked down to see none other than Christian, chucking pebbles up at her. She unlocked it and leaned out.
"Romeo, oh Romeo! Where art thou Romeo?" she dramatically shouted out the window.
"Mademoiselle thy noble lover pleads for th-thou to join him on this- this lovely night!" he spat out, in a shaky Shakespearian accent.
Exchanging bunny slippers for boots and throwing on a purple fur and leopard spotted coat over her ratty pajamas, she ran for the door.
Outside it was snowing, though it was only early November. She snuck up behind Christian, covering his eyes.
"Guess who!""
"Sheila!" he shouted.
"Sheila? Who's Sheila? Should I know about this 'Sheila'?" she squealed.
He whirled around and kissed her. They pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes, their breath making puff clouds in the cold.
"Just kidding!" he grinned. She playfully pushed him and he put his arm on her shoulder. They sauntered along, with no real destination to their journey.
"So where ya wanna go?" she asked.
"Mmm… how bout my place?" she nodded in agreement and they made for Christian's apartment, grabbing coffee on the way.
The warmth of the apartment was welcomed, as the ice flakes melted from Satine's scarlet hair, making it curl around her face, framing her flushed pink cheeks. Christian loved her this way, when she was unguarded and vulnerable, not the driven badass she was at school. Its not like she was a mean person, but nothing could sway her from her goal, that being fame. And sometimes people that didn't know her well took that as snobby. But really she was just driven.
Satine looked at Christian, he was tinkering on the piano while she picked though his book collection. His jet black hair was messy, he had his thick "dork" reading glasses on and he was wearing what she assumed to be his pajamas, he must have come to see her spur of the moment. There was a different feeling that Satine had for Christian. Sure, she had dated various boys before, though none seriously, and generally there was some sort of motive behind the set up, the quarter back on the football team, ect. All people that could either boost her on the social ladder or do something else to her benefit. She had never been in "love". She didn't actually believe in love. Until now. And she smiled to herself about what she had, and for that moment in time she was happy. And in love.
But that feeling was soon tainted as the thought of Harry and Duke crept back into her mind.
"I have to tell him the plan," she told herself, but upon another look at the man whom she had come to love, she decided otherwise. "Tomorrow. I'll tell him tomorrow."
Drawing her attention back to the books, a small red one caught her attention. The red leather cover, embossed with gold letters, red "A Love Story" and it had an anonymous author. She opened up to the first page.
"In memoriam of Satine, my Sparkling Diamond, my love." Intrigued she read on to the beginning of the story.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return," it began. "The woman I loved is dead."
"Christian, what book is this?"
"Oh, that's just something I picked up at this strange little book shop. Something drew me to it, but I haven't had a change to read it yet."
"Could I borrow it?"
"Yeah, sure thing hon."
Noting Christian scribbling what she assumed to be lyrics down, she asked, "Whaddaya working on over there?"
"Oh its not much. Just an inkling of a song. Here, I'll show you."
The haunting melody began; Satine felt chills up her back.
"Never knew I could feel like this," his rich tenor voice began.
"Its like I've never seen the sky before.
Want to vanish inside your kiss,
Every day I love you more and more.
That's all I have so far."
Satine broke in with her clapping. "That was spectacular." He walked over and sat down next to her, and kissed her on the neck softly.
"You are spectacular," he said wrapping his arms around her. She smiled seductively, fiddling with the button on his shirt.
And, well, let us draw the curtain on the rest of this little scene. *ignores disappointed moans from the audience.* Hey this is only pg-13 here people.
