The Difference Between Wishes And Dreams: Chapter 2
Written By: Angel Marie
I wake up at five thirty in the morning to the sound of my beeping alarm clock, then I go take my shower, put up my hair, do my makeup, and do any other morning duties, making sure I am out the door by six thirty, and I head to work. When I arrive it is about seven, I walk in to the building and go straight to the elevator. I press the button for going up, the doors to the elevator open and I walk in, with another person, and I start searching in my purse for a tube of lipstick. "Oh, good morning to you young lady," a man with a vaguely familiar voice says. "Hmm." I say concentrating on finding the correct shade of lipstick in my purse. "What are you looking for in there miss?" I look up, and to my surprise I am looking straight in to the eyes of the blonde haired, blue-eyed man Duo called Quatre. "Hello." He says smiling. I groan, "why?" I say looking up to the ceiling, "why do you torture me?" "Who tortures you?" "God, now please get away I am in a good mood at the moment and would not like to have it ruined by the likes of you." "Fine, whatever you say, oh, by the way you forgot to press the button for the floor you want to go to." "Thanks," say pressing the button with a number eight on it. He looks at me strangely, "what?" "Where are you going exactly? To visit your mother?" "No. my office is up there." "How old are you ten, twelve years old?" "Actually I am fif-" I stop as the door opens, thanking God that I finally could get out, I get out as soon as possible heading straight for my office, thankful he was not following me. For the rest of the hour until the meeting I drank five sodas and played about one hundred games of Crescent Solitaire. I head to the office about ten minutes early and arrive there five minutes early. So I waste three of my five minutes getting a soda and talking to the people around his office. When there is only about one minute left I go to the receptionist and she tells him that I have arrived. When I walk in he has his head down and all I can see is a lot of blonde hair, 'this looks like,' I think to myself, 'Quatre!' I think to myself as he looks up. "Holy mother of God! You have to be kidding me!" I scream. "Is there something wrong here," the receptionist asks as she pokes her head in. "Yes there is, Lucy, I thought you said Angel Marie was here," he says, evidentially in denial, I don't think he wanted to talk to me any more than I wanted to talk to him. "This is Ms. Marie, sir, she has identification with her." "And why, exactly, wouldn't I be Angel Marie?" I ask now pissed at the blonde for ruining my day, again! "Thank you Lucy, that will be enough for now, if I have any problems I will call for you." "Yes, sir," she says shutting the door as she leaves. "So, Angel, is it?" I stick my nose up in the air, "oh, quit it, anger does not fit you very much." "How would YOU know? Come on tell me, I am waiting. Tell me, how would you know what fits me and what does not?" I yell madder at him now than before, 'how dare he assume he knows me after three five minute times meeting me.' He smiles, kind of happy that I just proved him wrong, 'maybe anger suits her after all,' he thinks to himself, but somehow I hear it. "What the heck?" "What? Is something wrong?" "Why do you keep thinking you know me so well? First you tell me that anger does NOT suit me, then you tell me that it DOES suit me!" "I never said it suits you, darling, I thought it, but if I would have known that you would have intercepted my thoughts, I wouldn't have even thought about thinking it, if that is possible." "I don't care, whatever you had to say you can e-mail it to me," I write down the e-mail address and storm out of his office, fuming. I decided to take the rest of the day off and do some cleaning at home, or maybe I should search for a new home and job, for the moment all I wanted was a bigger house, nothing more or less. I go home and go on the Internet, my brother, I.M.'s me and asks why I am on the internet, I tell him what happened, when I finish I read all my e-mails and see one from a WinnerBoy256@aol.com and open it. It says that I have another meeting scheduled for tomorrow with Mr. Winner, and it also says that he was sorry for anything he said, or thought, during the first three meetings. The meeting is at the same time as the one today, and if I don't show up he will give away my position and/or come to my house to discuss it. I make a new column in my buddy list called Enemy's and add WinnerBoy256 to it, just to find out he is online. I signup for AIM and IM him with my new screen name, AngelsSilentTears, telling him I hated him more than anyone in the world. He IM-ed me back and told me that he was sorry and that he hopes we can work it out in the meeting tomorrow, so I tell him I am not going and I sign off of the Internet. Fifteen minutes later there is a knock at my door, I pull open the door and right in front of my face stands Mr. Winner, "did I read your message correctly?" He asks, leaning on my doorjamb. "You aren't coming to the meeting tomorrow?" "No, I am not." "And why not, are you scared or something?" ". Well, after what happened today. I don't know if it would be a smart thing to do." "Okay then, here is the deal, you either go to the meeting tomorrow or you go out to dinner with me tonight." I stumble backwards, "that is definitely not a good idea, if I am not going to be comfortable around you in the office how do you expect me to be comfortable around you if we are out to eat.together. I am going to quit tomorrow so-" "You can't quit," when I just raise one eyebrow at him he continues. "I-we need you in Winner Corps. You do-" "Try absolutely nothing, I haven't done anything since I got promoted on Monday." "Hmm, we can get that fixed, if you are up to a lot of work." "I worked up to this position hoping to get a lot of work but I haven't gotten it yet." "Okay," he checks his watch, "can we finish this little chat tomorrow?" "Yeah, but I have stuff to do at eight." "Like what?" "I have to go to my parents house at eight for breakfast, I had to push it off till tomorrow because of our meeting today, I won't do it again." "Okay, then how about I take you out on a business dinner, strictly business. Promise." "I don't know. give me your word that it will be only business." "You have my word, my lady." I sigh, "Fine, where and when?" "I will come and pick you up at eight, dress fancy, and leave your hair down please, it might look really nice that way, I wouldn't know, but I would like to see." He grabs my hand and kisses it before I could pull it away. "Good night, Angel." "My. someone can be a gentleman when he wants to." I say blushing as he stares at me intensely because I feel like he can see right through all of my boundaries, materialistic and mental. "I know, its all part of my charm." "And that same person has a very large ego." He shakes his head, "oh, yeah, I have to go, I will see you at eight tomorrow night, remember, dress for a ball and if you have to buy a dress or two put it on the companies tab. Oh, you might want to get two other formal dresses, a cocktail dress, or two, and get a couple royal dresses for the renaissance plus any other dresses you think you may need for special occasions. In fact bye all the clothes you want. You might want to look for a house of your own now, instead of this small apartment. Goodbye my dear." He says to my surprised face, laughing, I glare at him wondering why in the world I would need that many damn dresses. "Have fun going on a shopping spree tonight and tomorrow, in fact take tomorrow off." "What if they don't believe that I work at Winner Corps?" I ask. "Hmm, that may be a problem, I might have to go with you, would you mind that?" He asks realizing that I may be right about them not believing me. "Sure, why not. Oh, by the way, I already have another house, all my other stuff is in there, I am moving in, for good, next week." "If you need any help moving in call me," he hands me his business card. "Bye." "Bye, and thank you." "Your welcome." He leaves me standing there still shocked from all the things he told me to buy.
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We invite Duo to come with and on Friday Quatres' driver brings us to the local J.C. Penny's to get my cocktail dress, or dresses, and my brother helps, not really, but he tries. He brings me a bunch of poor excuses for clothing and says I should try them on, so I tell him to try to imagine me in that and he puts them back immediately. Quatre brings me a long, almost skin tight, at the top, deep, red dress that has a dip going all the way down the back to almost the butt then has all the fabric bunch together to create a small train that is supposed to follow behind you when you walk. I look at it and nod, he hands it to me and I go in to the changing room. Before I head back out I look into the mirror, "I look so. different, so pretty," I think to myself as I look in the mirror. I walk out to see both Duo and Quatre sitting on chairs waiting for me to come out. As soon as I walk out both of the men stand, "wow," Duo says just standing there. "Angel, you look.beautiful." Quatre says and I blush. "Thank you," I say to both of them in almost a whisper. "Turn, Angel." My brother demands and I obey, "took the round about way didn't you Quatre?" He asks as he sees how low the dress dips in the back. "I don't know what you are talking about Duo," he says also noticing how low the dress dips. 'Oh my God she is beautiful." I blush because I heard his thoughts again and thought he was speaking out loud. I look at his face just to see his eyes are already on my face, we stare in to each others eyes for a while and after what seems like five minutes my brother hands me another cocktail dress to try on, before even looking I go back in to the changing room to try it on. I strip of all my clothes and look at the new dress before I put it on, its long like the other one, but this one is purple and has slits going up the leg until about it hits the knee, it dips down low in the front and the back, but does not have a train like the other. Deciding my brother made a decent choice I slip it on and walk out of the dressing room. "I like them both, can we go now?" "What's the hurry sis?" Duo says wondering why I wanted to leave now. "There are so many other clothes to get." I say and head back in to the dressing room to change out of the dress. I walk back out in my jeans and tank top carrying the two dresses in my arms. We buy them and head to the store where we would get to design my renaissance dress. This could prove to be the most interesting day of my life.
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'Over two million dollars.' I think as I lay in my bubble bath and all the fragrances soak in to my skin. 'All spent on clothes, shoes, and accessories. I haven't ever even spent that much on a car, house, and my whole wardrobe, besides the new clothes, put together. Let alone just fancy clothes and stuff like that.' I finish in the tub and wrap myself in a towel; I walk to my room to choose which dress to ware on my "business date" with Quatre. 'Well, lets see, he told me to dress for a ball, so should I wear my violet dress, my dark purple one or should I go for the black one?' I ask my self as I look at the three dresses. "Purple." I pull the purple dress out of the closet; it is a regular formal dress, fluffy at the bottom and tight at the top. In the light you can tell it as tons of sparkles, but in the dark it just looks like a regular dark purple dress, it ties down the back lacing down kind of like what reminds me of shoestrings or ballet shoes. I dry my hair after I put on underwear so I didn't have to worry about the towel falling off while I am passing a window. After my hair is dry I put it up so I can slip the dress on and tie it easily. After I get the dress on I go in to the bathroom to do my makeup and decide what to do with my hair. 'He told me to leave it down, but what makes him my boss? Just to make him mad I should leave it up.' I pull out my box and put my hair up in a giant bun in the back of my head, letting a layer fall down to give a black veil effect to the back of the dress. I run in to my room, grab my shoes and head down the stairs, I am in my house now because after we got done shopping we had nowhere to put my new stuff so they helped me move a vast majority of what was left in my apartment in to the house. I almost trip over my cat, Jazmine, as I head in to the kitchen to see what I could snack on and not get all over my hands and my dress. I go in to the cupboard and grab a bag of Rugrats fruit snacks, no mess to clean up after. I finish just as the door bell rings and quickly slip on my shoes before I head for the door, when I get to the door I open it and am looking almost eye to eye with Quatre, seven inch heels make me only three inches shorter than him. 'Oh holy mother of God help me survive this,' I think as he gives me his arm and starts walking me towards the limo that awaits us.
Written By: Angel Marie
I wake up at five thirty in the morning to the sound of my beeping alarm clock, then I go take my shower, put up my hair, do my makeup, and do any other morning duties, making sure I am out the door by six thirty, and I head to work. When I arrive it is about seven, I walk in to the building and go straight to the elevator. I press the button for going up, the doors to the elevator open and I walk in, with another person, and I start searching in my purse for a tube of lipstick. "Oh, good morning to you young lady," a man with a vaguely familiar voice says. "Hmm." I say concentrating on finding the correct shade of lipstick in my purse. "What are you looking for in there miss?" I look up, and to my surprise I am looking straight in to the eyes of the blonde haired, blue-eyed man Duo called Quatre. "Hello." He says smiling. I groan, "why?" I say looking up to the ceiling, "why do you torture me?" "Who tortures you?" "God, now please get away I am in a good mood at the moment and would not like to have it ruined by the likes of you." "Fine, whatever you say, oh, by the way you forgot to press the button for the floor you want to go to." "Thanks," say pressing the button with a number eight on it. He looks at me strangely, "what?" "Where are you going exactly? To visit your mother?" "No. my office is up there." "How old are you ten, twelve years old?" "Actually I am fif-" I stop as the door opens, thanking God that I finally could get out, I get out as soon as possible heading straight for my office, thankful he was not following me. For the rest of the hour until the meeting I drank five sodas and played about one hundred games of Crescent Solitaire. I head to the office about ten minutes early and arrive there five minutes early. So I waste three of my five minutes getting a soda and talking to the people around his office. When there is only about one minute left I go to the receptionist and she tells him that I have arrived. When I walk in he has his head down and all I can see is a lot of blonde hair, 'this looks like,' I think to myself, 'Quatre!' I think to myself as he looks up. "Holy mother of God! You have to be kidding me!" I scream. "Is there something wrong here," the receptionist asks as she pokes her head in. "Yes there is, Lucy, I thought you said Angel Marie was here," he says, evidentially in denial, I don't think he wanted to talk to me any more than I wanted to talk to him. "This is Ms. Marie, sir, she has identification with her." "And why, exactly, wouldn't I be Angel Marie?" I ask now pissed at the blonde for ruining my day, again! "Thank you Lucy, that will be enough for now, if I have any problems I will call for you." "Yes, sir," she says shutting the door as she leaves. "So, Angel, is it?" I stick my nose up in the air, "oh, quit it, anger does not fit you very much." "How would YOU know? Come on tell me, I am waiting. Tell me, how would you know what fits me and what does not?" I yell madder at him now than before, 'how dare he assume he knows me after three five minute times meeting me.' He smiles, kind of happy that I just proved him wrong, 'maybe anger suits her after all,' he thinks to himself, but somehow I hear it. "What the heck?" "What? Is something wrong?" "Why do you keep thinking you know me so well? First you tell me that anger does NOT suit me, then you tell me that it DOES suit me!" "I never said it suits you, darling, I thought it, but if I would have known that you would have intercepted my thoughts, I wouldn't have even thought about thinking it, if that is possible." "I don't care, whatever you had to say you can e-mail it to me," I write down the e-mail address and storm out of his office, fuming. I decided to take the rest of the day off and do some cleaning at home, or maybe I should search for a new home and job, for the moment all I wanted was a bigger house, nothing more or less. I go home and go on the Internet, my brother, I.M.'s me and asks why I am on the internet, I tell him what happened, when I finish I read all my e-mails and see one from a WinnerBoy256@aol.com and open it. It says that I have another meeting scheduled for tomorrow with Mr. Winner, and it also says that he was sorry for anything he said, or thought, during the first three meetings. The meeting is at the same time as the one today, and if I don't show up he will give away my position and/or come to my house to discuss it. I make a new column in my buddy list called Enemy's and add WinnerBoy256 to it, just to find out he is online. I signup for AIM and IM him with my new screen name, AngelsSilentTears, telling him I hated him more than anyone in the world. He IM-ed me back and told me that he was sorry and that he hopes we can work it out in the meeting tomorrow, so I tell him I am not going and I sign off of the Internet. Fifteen minutes later there is a knock at my door, I pull open the door and right in front of my face stands Mr. Winner, "did I read your message correctly?" He asks, leaning on my doorjamb. "You aren't coming to the meeting tomorrow?" "No, I am not." "And why not, are you scared or something?" ". Well, after what happened today. I don't know if it would be a smart thing to do." "Okay then, here is the deal, you either go to the meeting tomorrow or you go out to dinner with me tonight." I stumble backwards, "that is definitely not a good idea, if I am not going to be comfortable around you in the office how do you expect me to be comfortable around you if we are out to eat.together. I am going to quit tomorrow so-" "You can't quit," when I just raise one eyebrow at him he continues. "I-we need you in Winner Corps. You do-" "Try absolutely nothing, I haven't done anything since I got promoted on Monday." "Hmm, we can get that fixed, if you are up to a lot of work." "I worked up to this position hoping to get a lot of work but I haven't gotten it yet." "Okay," he checks his watch, "can we finish this little chat tomorrow?" "Yeah, but I have stuff to do at eight." "Like what?" "I have to go to my parents house at eight for breakfast, I had to push it off till tomorrow because of our meeting today, I won't do it again." "Okay, then how about I take you out on a business dinner, strictly business. Promise." "I don't know. give me your word that it will be only business." "You have my word, my lady." I sigh, "Fine, where and when?" "I will come and pick you up at eight, dress fancy, and leave your hair down please, it might look really nice that way, I wouldn't know, but I would like to see." He grabs my hand and kisses it before I could pull it away. "Good night, Angel." "My. someone can be a gentleman when he wants to." I say blushing as he stares at me intensely because I feel like he can see right through all of my boundaries, materialistic and mental. "I know, its all part of my charm." "And that same person has a very large ego." He shakes his head, "oh, yeah, I have to go, I will see you at eight tomorrow night, remember, dress for a ball and if you have to buy a dress or two put it on the companies tab. Oh, you might want to get two other formal dresses, a cocktail dress, or two, and get a couple royal dresses for the renaissance plus any other dresses you think you may need for special occasions. In fact bye all the clothes you want. You might want to look for a house of your own now, instead of this small apartment. Goodbye my dear." He says to my surprised face, laughing, I glare at him wondering why in the world I would need that many damn dresses. "Have fun going on a shopping spree tonight and tomorrow, in fact take tomorrow off." "What if they don't believe that I work at Winner Corps?" I ask. "Hmm, that may be a problem, I might have to go with you, would you mind that?" He asks realizing that I may be right about them not believing me. "Sure, why not. Oh, by the way, I already have another house, all my other stuff is in there, I am moving in, for good, next week." "If you need any help moving in call me," he hands me his business card. "Bye." "Bye, and thank you." "Your welcome." He leaves me standing there still shocked from all the things he told me to buy.
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We invite Duo to come with and on Friday Quatres' driver brings us to the local J.C. Penny's to get my cocktail dress, or dresses, and my brother helps, not really, but he tries. He brings me a bunch of poor excuses for clothing and says I should try them on, so I tell him to try to imagine me in that and he puts them back immediately. Quatre brings me a long, almost skin tight, at the top, deep, red dress that has a dip going all the way down the back to almost the butt then has all the fabric bunch together to create a small train that is supposed to follow behind you when you walk. I look at it and nod, he hands it to me and I go in to the changing room. Before I head back out I look into the mirror, "I look so. different, so pretty," I think to myself as I look in the mirror. I walk out to see both Duo and Quatre sitting on chairs waiting for me to come out. As soon as I walk out both of the men stand, "wow," Duo says just standing there. "Angel, you look.beautiful." Quatre says and I blush. "Thank you," I say to both of them in almost a whisper. "Turn, Angel." My brother demands and I obey, "took the round about way didn't you Quatre?" He asks as he sees how low the dress dips in the back. "I don't know what you are talking about Duo," he says also noticing how low the dress dips. 'Oh my God she is beautiful." I blush because I heard his thoughts again and thought he was speaking out loud. I look at his face just to see his eyes are already on my face, we stare in to each others eyes for a while and after what seems like five minutes my brother hands me another cocktail dress to try on, before even looking I go back in to the changing room to try it on. I strip of all my clothes and look at the new dress before I put it on, its long like the other one, but this one is purple and has slits going up the leg until about it hits the knee, it dips down low in the front and the back, but does not have a train like the other. Deciding my brother made a decent choice I slip it on and walk out of the dressing room. "I like them both, can we go now?" "What's the hurry sis?" Duo says wondering why I wanted to leave now. "There are so many other clothes to get." I say and head back in to the dressing room to change out of the dress. I walk back out in my jeans and tank top carrying the two dresses in my arms. We buy them and head to the store where we would get to design my renaissance dress. This could prove to be the most interesting day of my life.
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'Over two million dollars.' I think as I lay in my bubble bath and all the fragrances soak in to my skin. 'All spent on clothes, shoes, and accessories. I haven't ever even spent that much on a car, house, and my whole wardrobe, besides the new clothes, put together. Let alone just fancy clothes and stuff like that.' I finish in the tub and wrap myself in a towel; I walk to my room to choose which dress to ware on my "business date" with Quatre. 'Well, lets see, he told me to dress for a ball, so should I wear my violet dress, my dark purple one or should I go for the black one?' I ask my self as I look at the three dresses. "Purple." I pull the purple dress out of the closet; it is a regular formal dress, fluffy at the bottom and tight at the top. In the light you can tell it as tons of sparkles, but in the dark it just looks like a regular dark purple dress, it ties down the back lacing down kind of like what reminds me of shoestrings or ballet shoes. I dry my hair after I put on underwear so I didn't have to worry about the towel falling off while I am passing a window. After my hair is dry I put it up so I can slip the dress on and tie it easily. After I get the dress on I go in to the bathroom to do my makeup and decide what to do with my hair. 'He told me to leave it down, but what makes him my boss? Just to make him mad I should leave it up.' I pull out my box and put my hair up in a giant bun in the back of my head, letting a layer fall down to give a black veil effect to the back of the dress. I run in to my room, grab my shoes and head down the stairs, I am in my house now because after we got done shopping we had nowhere to put my new stuff so they helped me move a vast majority of what was left in my apartment in to the house. I almost trip over my cat, Jazmine, as I head in to the kitchen to see what I could snack on and not get all over my hands and my dress. I go in to the cupboard and grab a bag of Rugrats fruit snacks, no mess to clean up after. I finish just as the door bell rings and quickly slip on my shoes before I head for the door, when I get to the door I open it and am looking almost eye to eye with Quatre, seven inch heels make me only three inches shorter than him. 'Oh holy mother of God help me survive this,' I think as he gives me his arm and starts walking me towards the limo that awaits us.
