SORRY! I realize this story is kinda just dragging on... I'm just sort of making it up as I go. I realize there are a few errors too but I'm sure you can makes sense of them. Anyway, things are going to heat up pretty soon O . o woooo lol so bare with me.
Sydney listened as the guitar music filled her head. Frail by Finch was rolling out of her stereo on repeat, and had been for the past 5 hours. It was already 3 A.M., she couldn't believe it. She couldn't sleep, all she could do was lay restlessly and had no idea why. The thoughts of the gorgeous man in the shop kept entering her head. She figured she'd never see him again after tonight when she delievered her painting... but he was so mysterious. She didn't even know his name. She knew only that his eyes were like stone, with no warmth when he looked anything, although she thought she saw some sort of emotion flick into his eyes and burn out when he looked at her. His eyes were amazing, none the less, blue eyes that could bore into your soul. (A/N Think Jim Caviezel (High Crimes or Count of Monte Cristo) mmmm hehehe) They were dark and intense, like the rest of him. He looked rather.. he didn't look sleepy.. Just, lost maybe. Lonely?
How could a man like that be lonely? She questioned.
Giving up on sleep, she turned on her lamp and got out of bed. She heard the slight patter of rain against the full wall of curtained windows in her living room, and walked into the kitchen. She thought she saw something move in the tree outside, a brief glimpse of shiny black material. Putting water on to boil, she walked over to the window, and looked outside. A figure was sitting in the tree!
"Oh my GOD." She thought and turned the light off to see better. When she turned back around, the figure was gone, and wet leaves that sparkled in the moonlight were the only things she saw.
Sydney opened the stall door and stepped out of the shower. Reaching for a comb, she began humming along with You Look So Fine by Garbage, which was blaring out of her stereo. It was 6 A.M. A little early for her, but she was glad for the extra hour she had before she had to leave for work. She usually opened the shop at nine, and waited for her boss to come in an hour later, and Maria two hours after to take over her shift while she had her break.
Walking over to the closet, she pulled open the doors and stood in front of her clothes. It ranged from black to bright greens and reds to earthy browns and oranges. Most of it was turtle necks, button up shirts, shirts with strange designs, gauzy and silk shirts. There were slacks, jeans, jean skirts, and then about fourteen different colour Bohemian skirts. And at the far end, a pair of tight, black leather pants she had never worn. Why she bought them, she had no idea. Looking down, she also had a wide variety of shoes. From black boots to cowboy boots to flip flops to dressy heels. She had collected clothes and shoes as a hobby, buying whatever she liked and could afford. She liked wearing new things, things that made her feel pretty. She didn't care what anyone thought of her, and loved having that freedom.
After picking out a green shirt; which was made out of gauzy material stretched over a loose lycra material and silk on top of that, all different shades of green It had small silk sleeves that covered the top of her shoulders and it was sinched under the breast area, so it was tight there and hung loosely over her abdomen. She the grabbed a purple skirt, which had decoration at the bottom, and clunky wood shoes completed the outfit. She doned a leather choker that had jade pieces in it and pulled her hair up. After putting some bronzer and mascara on, she was ready to leave.
As she passed a full length mirror on the way out after grabbing her bag, she stopped. She looked... special. She realized she had dressed up. WHY? She told herself, he's probably not interested in you at all. Who's he? DUH! She mentally slapped herself. He probably hasn't thought about you once, now go.
Chastizing herself, she grabbed her black coat and left.
She barely made it through the day. When six thirty rolled around, she checked every mirror in the store to make sure she looked over before she left. After making sure she had his address in her pocket, she put the two paintings into her bosses' Mercedes, he let her borrow it since her new, navy blue VW bug wouldn't be able to fit the paintings into the backseat, and got in. She liked this car. She liked it a lot.
Sydney suddenly began wondering what career this man had. As she reached the upper class part of Chicago, she stopped at a huge, rather fancy, sky-scraper-looking building. A valet came up to take her car, and another to help her with the paintings. Another valet came and escorted her and the paintings into the elevator and up the stairs. She smiled at him when he let her off at the top, and then walked down the small hall to the huge white French doors... with gold hinges, she realized. Christ.
She knocked a few times, and then waited. Suddenly the door opened, and he appeared. She gave him a breathless smile. "Hi."
He smiled back, "Hello." His accent thick. She wanted to drop to her knees. "How are you doing this evening? Come in." He gestured her in and helped her pick up the paintings.
She almost dropped her bag when she looked around, and took in her surroundings. "Christ Jesus." She whispered. It was immense. Two full walls of the pent house were glass, and the others taken up by priceless works of art and pottery, and new age furniture. A huge marble fireplace was in the living room of the left, and was surrounded with glass walls. It had two stairs that led down into that room, and the rest was tiled hallways that led in various directions. To the left, on a higher platform was a settee and low set table with a silver tea service on it. A huge plated glass wall wouldn't let he see anything else beyond that.
"This is nice." She managed.
"Thanks. Now... Will you help me find places for these paintings?" After ripping off the brown paper, he lifted up the Ophelia painting. "I love this one," he murmured.
She looked at him from the side, his profile was pleasant, and peaceful. He was still tense, though, and she wished he would relax. He made her wonder though.
"We could hang it up over there," Sydney pointed to the wall in the middle of the floor length glass window, the view breathtaking.
"Yes, we can." He walked over and placed it there.
Looking down at the other painting, she looked at a tiny drop of black or very dark red liquid on the floor. She noticed it trailed all the way down the hall way... and to the end room. She followed the trail, and then wanted to stop when she reached the door. But she opened it, and screamed at what she saw....
BORING CHAPTER!!!! Ah, please, reviews needed. I have nothing to write about, and im so BLAND. LOL well.. its starting to get good I guess. What do you guys want to read?!?!
Sydney listened as the guitar music filled her head. Frail by Finch was rolling out of her stereo on repeat, and had been for the past 5 hours. It was already 3 A.M., she couldn't believe it. She couldn't sleep, all she could do was lay restlessly and had no idea why. The thoughts of the gorgeous man in the shop kept entering her head. She figured she'd never see him again after tonight when she delievered her painting... but he was so mysterious. She didn't even know his name. She knew only that his eyes were like stone, with no warmth when he looked anything, although she thought she saw some sort of emotion flick into his eyes and burn out when he looked at her. His eyes were amazing, none the less, blue eyes that could bore into your soul. (A/N Think Jim Caviezel (High Crimes or Count of Monte Cristo) mmmm hehehe) They were dark and intense, like the rest of him. He looked rather.. he didn't look sleepy.. Just, lost maybe. Lonely?
How could a man like that be lonely? She questioned.
Giving up on sleep, she turned on her lamp and got out of bed. She heard the slight patter of rain against the full wall of curtained windows in her living room, and walked into the kitchen. She thought she saw something move in the tree outside, a brief glimpse of shiny black material. Putting water on to boil, she walked over to the window, and looked outside. A figure was sitting in the tree!
"Oh my GOD." She thought and turned the light off to see better. When she turned back around, the figure was gone, and wet leaves that sparkled in the moonlight were the only things she saw.
Sydney opened the stall door and stepped out of the shower. Reaching for a comb, she began humming along with You Look So Fine by Garbage, which was blaring out of her stereo. It was 6 A.M. A little early for her, but she was glad for the extra hour she had before she had to leave for work. She usually opened the shop at nine, and waited for her boss to come in an hour later, and Maria two hours after to take over her shift while she had her break.
Walking over to the closet, she pulled open the doors and stood in front of her clothes. It ranged from black to bright greens and reds to earthy browns and oranges. Most of it was turtle necks, button up shirts, shirts with strange designs, gauzy and silk shirts. There were slacks, jeans, jean skirts, and then about fourteen different colour Bohemian skirts. And at the far end, a pair of tight, black leather pants she had never worn. Why she bought them, she had no idea. Looking down, she also had a wide variety of shoes. From black boots to cowboy boots to flip flops to dressy heels. She had collected clothes and shoes as a hobby, buying whatever she liked and could afford. She liked wearing new things, things that made her feel pretty. She didn't care what anyone thought of her, and loved having that freedom.
After picking out a green shirt; which was made out of gauzy material stretched over a loose lycra material and silk on top of that, all different shades of green It had small silk sleeves that covered the top of her shoulders and it was sinched under the breast area, so it was tight there and hung loosely over her abdomen. She the grabbed a purple skirt, which had decoration at the bottom, and clunky wood shoes completed the outfit. She doned a leather choker that had jade pieces in it and pulled her hair up. After putting some bronzer and mascara on, she was ready to leave.
As she passed a full length mirror on the way out after grabbing her bag, she stopped. She looked... special. She realized she had dressed up. WHY? She told herself, he's probably not interested in you at all. Who's he? DUH! She mentally slapped herself. He probably hasn't thought about you once, now go.
Chastizing herself, she grabbed her black coat and left.
She barely made it through the day. When six thirty rolled around, she checked every mirror in the store to make sure she looked over before she left. After making sure she had his address in her pocket, she put the two paintings into her bosses' Mercedes, he let her borrow it since her new, navy blue VW bug wouldn't be able to fit the paintings into the backseat, and got in. She liked this car. She liked it a lot.
Sydney suddenly began wondering what career this man had. As she reached the upper class part of Chicago, she stopped at a huge, rather fancy, sky-scraper-looking building. A valet came up to take her car, and another to help her with the paintings. Another valet came and escorted her and the paintings into the elevator and up the stairs. She smiled at him when he let her off at the top, and then walked down the small hall to the huge white French doors... with gold hinges, she realized. Christ.
She knocked a few times, and then waited. Suddenly the door opened, and he appeared. She gave him a breathless smile. "Hi."
He smiled back, "Hello." His accent thick. She wanted to drop to her knees. "How are you doing this evening? Come in." He gestured her in and helped her pick up the paintings.
She almost dropped her bag when she looked around, and took in her surroundings. "Christ Jesus." She whispered. It was immense. Two full walls of the pent house were glass, and the others taken up by priceless works of art and pottery, and new age furniture. A huge marble fireplace was in the living room of the left, and was surrounded with glass walls. It had two stairs that led down into that room, and the rest was tiled hallways that led in various directions. To the left, on a higher platform was a settee and low set table with a silver tea service on it. A huge plated glass wall wouldn't let he see anything else beyond that.
"This is nice." She managed.
"Thanks. Now... Will you help me find places for these paintings?" After ripping off the brown paper, he lifted up the Ophelia painting. "I love this one," he murmured.
She looked at him from the side, his profile was pleasant, and peaceful. He was still tense, though, and she wished he would relax. He made her wonder though.
"We could hang it up over there," Sydney pointed to the wall in the middle of the floor length glass window, the view breathtaking.
"Yes, we can." He walked over and placed it there.
Looking down at the other painting, she looked at a tiny drop of black or very dark red liquid on the floor. She noticed it trailed all the way down the hall way... and to the end room. She followed the trail, and then wanted to stop when she reached the door. But she opened it, and screamed at what she saw....
BORING CHAPTER!!!! Ah, please, reviews needed. I have nothing to write about, and im so BLAND. LOL well.. its starting to get good I guess. What do you guys want to read?!?!