Author's Note - - - well, summer is finally here and if I'm still slow at
updating feel free to complain lol but I will write more because I have
lots of time!! I'm hoping to finish the story with a couple more chapters,
but then again you never know.
There was a slight breeze in the air but the sun was shining and nothing could ruin the day. The bright blue sky indicated no hint of rain and white fluffly clouds danced gracefully in the mass of blue. Charlie had proposed the idea of a picnic instead of being inside all day and Jocelyn happily agreed. It wasn't a great feast but it was just enough for a beautiful day out.
"Jocelyn, you are amazing you know that?" Charlie asked as the both were laying in the shade on a blue and white checked blanket under a tree.
"Oh really?" she replied, fiddling with a flower in her hand. "And why do you think that?"
"Well, I suppose because you are different from all the others. It's never a dull moment around you," he explained running his fingers through her hair.
"I'm glad you enjoy our time together, I know I do," she smiled, resting her hand on his face.
Charlie looked into her eyes and smiled at her. "You are so beautiful," he whispered admiringly. Joeclyn blushed from all his attention but was happy to receive it.
"Thank you," she whispered back.
Slowly their faces inched closer and closer until their lips met. Charlie wrapped his arms around her and continued kissing her gently. When they let go both of them smiled at each other.
"I love you," he said.
Christian had been typing nonstop for the past week. He had gotten three pages written but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep them. He had to find the right way to begin his tale. It was an important part of his life, it had to be written perfectly. Then suddenly inspiration hit. One line had just come into mind. He picked up the three pages of work and ripped them up and threw them in the garbage. He grabbed a clean sheet and began again.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return."
Now the beginning would be perfect.
Dinner was at 7:30 that night. The night was equally as beautiful as the day had been. They had decided to make up the missed dinner and try again. Jocelyn had dressed the same exact way and Charlie had arranged the dinner preparations with Zidler. Tonight would be perfect.
Charlie was on the balcony when she came inside. He had been looking at the night sky and anxiously awaiting her arrival.
"Good evening," Jocelyn said, standing in the entrance of the balcony.
He took her hand and placed a kiss, "Good evening."
Jocelyn joined him, looking up at the large full moon. It was very lovely. Charlie snuck a look at her.
"Of all the glittering stars tonight, you are the most exquisite," he commented, wrapping his arm around her waist. She cuddled closer to him, drawing her attention away from the moon.
"Why are you so good to me?" she asked.
"Because you let me," he replied.
They stood there for a few more minutes, holding each other. Then they went inside and had their delicious dinner. For dessert they sat on a couch near the fire and ate some fresh strawberries and grapes. Jocelyn cuddled next to Charlie again, loving every moment of the evening. Charlie cupped her face with his hand and kissed her. But it wasn't like the kiss before. It was more passionate and this time he really meant it.
The next morning Zidler wanted to find Jocelyn and see how the dinner had went. The only problem was she was no where to be found. He had checked the elephant, her dressing room, and her other usual whereabouts. Even Marie didn't know where she was.
"What am I going to with that girl," he asked himself after searching all morning with no luck. "Where can she be?"
Jocelyn woke not realizing where she was. She had thought of getting up but was contented where she was. Her arms were wrapped around Charlie as were his and they both were entangled in white sheets. They had spent the night together in the Gothic Tower. Charlie had treated her like she was a beautiful, fragile porcelin doll, that would break easily at the slightest touch. Jocelyn smiled as she watched him sleep. He looked like a child in a way, very sweet. She gently kissed him on the cheek.
"I love you too," she whispered.
Then she drifted back to sleep in his arms.
Peter woke up and found that he had fallen asleep on the floor again. His book was open and still in his hand. He had been reading on the floor near his lamp for he had very few pieces of furniture. He remembered reading the part when the courtesan made the penniless sitar player believe that she didn't love him. He felt bad for the guy because he knew how he felt.
Peter had taken a walk the day before and saw Jocelyn and Charlie kissing. His heart felt a pang of envy. It should've been him there instead of that spoiled rich kid. It should've been him who Jocelyn loved. And then his heart had felt a pang of sadness. He had brought this on himself. He was the one who pushed her away and who had made her believe that he didn't love her. But in reality he loved her more than life itself. It was his own fault that he felt this way and he had no right to envy Mr. Bateson.
But it still hurt.
There was a slight breeze in the air but the sun was shining and nothing could ruin the day. The bright blue sky indicated no hint of rain and white fluffly clouds danced gracefully in the mass of blue. Charlie had proposed the idea of a picnic instead of being inside all day and Jocelyn happily agreed. It wasn't a great feast but it was just enough for a beautiful day out.
"Jocelyn, you are amazing you know that?" Charlie asked as the both were laying in the shade on a blue and white checked blanket under a tree.
"Oh really?" she replied, fiddling with a flower in her hand. "And why do you think that?"
"Well, I suppose because you are different from all the others. It's never a dull moment around you," he explained running his fingers through her hair.
"I'm glad you enjoy our time together, I know I do," she smiled, resting her hand on his face.
Charlie looked into her eyes and smiled at her. "You are so beautiful," he whispered admiringly. Joeclyn blushed from all his attention but was happy to receive it.
"Thank you," she whispered back.
Slowly their faces inched closer and closer until their lips met. Charlie wrapped his arms around her and continued kissing her gently. When they let go both of them smiled at each other.
"I love you," he said.
Christian had been typing nonstop for the past week. He had gotten three pages written but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep them. He had to find the right way to begin his tale. It was an important part of his life, it had to be written perfectly. Then suddenly inspiration hit. One line had just come into mind. He picked up the three pages of work and ripped them up and threw them in the garbage. He grabbed a clean sheet and began again.
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return."
Now the beginning would be perfect.
Dinner was at 7:30 that night. The night was equally as beautiful as the day had been. They had decided to make up the missed dinner and try again. Jocelyn had dressed the same exact way and Charlie had arranged the dinner preparations with Zidler. Tonight would be perfect.
Charlie was on the balcony when she came inside. He had been looking at the night sky and anxiously awaiting her arrival.
"Good evening," Jocelyn said, standing in the entrance of the balcony.
He took her hand and placed a kiss, "Good evening."
Jocelyn joined him, looking up at the large full moon. It was very lovely. Charlie snuck a look at her.
"Of all the glittering stars tonight, you are the most exquisite," he commented, wrapping his arm around her waist. She cuddled closer to him, drawing her attention away from the moon.
"Why are you so good to me?" she asked.
"Because you let me," he replied.
They stood there for a few more minutes, holding each other. Then they went inside and had their delicious dinner. For dessert they sat on a couch near the fire and ate some fresh strawberries and grapes. Jocelyn cuddled next to Charlie again, loving every moment of the evening. Charlie cupped her face with his hand and kissed her. But it wasn't like the kiss before. It was more passionate and this time he really meant it.
The next morning Zidler wanted to find Jocelyn and see how the dinner had went. The only problem was she was no where to be found. He had checked the elephant, her dressing room, and her other usual whereabouts. Even Marie didn't know where she was.
"What am I going to with that girl," he asked himself after searching all morning with no luck. "Where can she be?"
Jocelyn woke not realizing where she was. She had thought of getting up but was contented where she was. Her arms were wrapped around Charlie as were his and they both were entangled in white sheets. They had spent the night together in the Gothic Tower. Charlie had treated her like she was a beautiful, fragile porcelin doll, that would break easily at the slightest touch. Jocelyn smiled as she watched him sleep. He looked like a child in a way, very sweet. She gently kissed him on the cheek.
"I love you too," she whispered.
Then she drifted back to sleep in his arms.
Peter woke up and found that he had fallen asleep on the floor again. His book was open and still in his hand. He had been reading on the floor near his lamp for he had very few pieces of furniture. He remembered reading the part when the courtesan made the penniless sitar player believe that she didn't love him. He felt bad for the guy because he knew how he felt.
Peter had taken a walk the day before and saw Jocelyn and Charlie kissing. His heart felt a pang of envy. It should've been him there instead of that spoiled rich kid. It should've been him who Jocelyn loved. And then his heart had felt a pang of sadness. He had brought this on himself. He was the one who pushed her away and who had made her believe that he didn't love her. But in reality he loved her more than life itself. It was his own fault that he felt this way and he had no right to envy Mr. Bateson.
But it still hurt.