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Chapter 4
Christian and Satine caused each other so much pain that fateful night she left. They swore they would forget- forget the loyalty, the friendship, the good times and bad. They thought that if they put their past behind them, numbness would override sense and keep them safe from remembrance. They tried, tried, and tried again, and it was only a matter of time before it was almost as if the other had never existed. It was official- Satine and Christian became figments of one another's imagination; meaningless blurs from the past. Nothing could bring back the memories, nothing except the occasional flashback that was hastily shrugged off as an insignificant daydream- a daydream of nothing at all. They had forgotten and would never remember . . . or so they thought.
Maybe that explains the events that began to unfold . . .
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They say a very strange enchanted boy arrived in Paris during the summer of love, with only his dreams to share with the world. And so Christian entered the village of sin, with what little possessions he had, but with a mind full of imagination and words, itching to be typed onto paper. With these words he would change a world . . . or the world to someone . . .
Lost in thought, he wandered the streets, in awe of what he saw. He was naïve in an innocent way, inexperienced, but ready to drink in what Montmartre had in store for him. The excitement of it all overwhelmed him, but a dreamy, boyish smile was plastered onto his face. Maybe he could finally find what, or rather who he had been waiting for all his life, and fill that void in his heart that had been aching to be filled . . . Head in the clouds, he dreamed about love, not knowing it was about to hit him upside the head.
No, really, it was about to hit him upside the head.
BAM
Christian walked straight into a young woman, colliding with her head on and sprawling to the ground.
Both began hastily stuttering apologies- "Sorry, I'm so sorry- oh, gosh . . . sorry . . ." The woman knelt by the papers littering the ground around Christian's suitcases.
"I'm so sorry, let me help," she said, reaching for several of them.
"Oh, it's quite all right," he said, helping her to collect his
belongings, his flushed face in the direction of the ground out of embarrassment. He stood, offering his hand to her.
"Here."
Keeping her head down, she gently grasped his outstretched hand. Looking up for the first time, they both gasped. Their eyes locked, as well as their hands.
A wave of déjà vu swept over them, stealing them for a frozen, ethereal moment from reality. That face . . .
And just as soon as they were taken, they were returned to the present, jerking their hands apart and clearing their throats uncomfortably. They looked away.
"I'm-" they both began simultaneously. Cutting off, a flustered Christian stared at his feet. Satine let out a little giggle, startling him into looking up.
"You were saying?" she laughed, a coquettish sparkle in her eye.
"I'm- well- I'm not from here, and- uh . . . my name's- my . . . I'm Christian," he finished, smiling sheepishly at the woman before him- Her eyes were as blue as anything, shining with a million things to say, her glowing face framed by long locks of curly, fiery red hair, her pink lips curved into a bright smile that illuminated her entire face. The definition of true beauty. Wow, she was pretty. . .
"I'm Satine," she said, with much more confidence. She couldn't help but stare- His thick, dark hair was adorably disheveled, flopping hopelessly into his face, his sparkling gray eyes tinged with blue and green, his lips upturned in a goofy, embarrassed grin. The definition of adorable innocence. Wow, he was handsome . . .
"You seem to be a bit . . . lost. Would you like me to show you around?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, that would be wonderful, thank you," he responded, the relief evident in his voice.
"You got a place to stay?"
"Uhh . . . umm . . .not, exactly. . ." Christian suddenly found the
ground fascinating. Satine laughed.
"It's okay- no need to worry. There's plenty of room where I'm
staying, if you need it."
"Oh- I . . . I . . ." Poor Christian was very red.
"You wouldn't be sleeping with me, silly!" she exclaimed, an amused
smile playing on her lips.
"It's an old apartment. The floor below me is vacant, I believe.
Nice, cheap little place," she explained.
"Oh- um- okay. Thank you- thank you so much!" Christian looked up
once more, still quite flustered, yet grinning.
"Well, come on, then," she said, motioning for him to follow. With
that, she led him off into the streets of Paris.
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RougeChic(Anna): Hope you liked VERY SHORT n sweet El Numero 4. Seez ya laterz!!
DiamondDog(Jessica): Only if you review.
RougeChic: Oh, yes, duh. No reviews=No chapters.
Christian: Me too.
DiamondDog: What?
Satine: Me too.
RougeChic: What?
Christian and Satine: REVIEWS! NOW!
DiamondDog: Ohhh. well, you heard 'em! We don't want our, er, Baz's characters mad . . . nope nope. And if you don't . . . we may just have to make more conflict . . . and insert a little Duke into the plot . . .
RougeChic: NOOOOO!!!
DiamondDog: Oh. Right. Miss Fluffy-Mushy-Romance here won't allow too much conflict.
RougeChic: No siree bub.
Duke: Okay then, buh-bye.
RougeChic: Wouldn't it have been SO much easier if he was that obedient in the movie? *starts crying hysterically*
DiamondDog: Okay, um . . . Review, please, before she has an emotional breakdown . . .please . . .
P.S.- That was fun to write . . . lolz. If you want there to be a duke . . . or you got suggestions for ANYTHING at all . . .tell us! We're always open to ideas- it's up to you. Anna wants lotsa fluff . . .Jessica likes drama . . .So tell us what YOU want!
Chapter 4
Christian and Satine caused each other so much pain that fateful night she left. They swore they would forget- forget the loyalty, the friendship, the good times and bad. They thought that if they put their past behind them, numbness would override sense and keep them safe from remembrance. They tried, tried, and tried again, and it was only a matter of time before it was almost as if the other had never existed. It was official- Satine and Christian became figments of one another's imagination; meaningless blurs from the past. Nothing could bring back the memories, nothing except the occasional flashback that was hastily shrugged off as an insignificant daydream- a daydream of nothing at all. They had forgotten and would never remember . . . or so they thought.
Maybe that explains the events that began to unfold . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They say a very strange enchanted boy arrived in Paris during the summer of love, with only his dreams to share with the world. And so Christian entered the village of sin, with what little possessions he had, but with a mind full of imagination and words, itching to be typed onto paper. With these words he would change a world . . . or the world to someone . . .
Lost in thought, he wandered the streets, in awe of what he saw. He was naïve in an innocent way, inexperienced, but ready to drink in what Montmartre had in store for him. The excitement of it all overwhelmed him, but a dreamy, boyish smile was plastered onto his face. Maybe he could finally find what, or rather who he had been waiting for all his life, and fill that void in his heart that had been aching to be filled . . . Head in the clouds, he dreamed about love, not knowing it was about to hit him upside the head.
No, really, it was about to hit him upside the head.
BAM
Christian walked straight into a young woman, colliding with her head on and sprawling to the ground.
Both began hastily stuttering apologies- "Sorry, I'm so sorry- oh, gosh . . . sorry . . ." The woman knelt by the papers littering the ground around Christian's suitcases.
"I'm so sorry, let me help," she said, reaching for several of them.
"Oh, it's quite all right," he said, helping her to collect his
belongings, his flushed face in the direction of the ground out of embarrassment. He stood, offering his hand to her.
"Here."
Keeping her head down, she gently grasped his outstretched hand. Looking up for the first time, they both gasped. Their eyes locked, as well as their hands.
A wave of déjà vu swept over them, stealing them for a frozen, ethereal moment from reality. That face . . .
And just as soon as they were taken, they were returned to the present, jerking their hands apart and clearing their throats uncomfortably. They looked away.
"I'm-" they both began simultaneously. Cutting off, a flustered Christian stared at his feet. Satine let out a little giggle, startling him into looking up.
"You were saying?" she laughed, a coquettish sparkle in her eye.
"I'm- well- I'm not from here, and- uh . . . my name's- my . . . I'm Christian," he finished, smiling sheepishly at the woman before him- Her eyes were as blue as anything, shining with a million things to say, her glowing face framed by long locks of curly, fiery red hair, her pink lips curved into a bright smile that illuminated her entire face. The definition of true beauty. Wow, she was pretty. . .
"I'm Satine," she said, with much more confidence. She couldn't help but stare- His thick, dark hair was adorably disheveled, flopping hopelessly into his face, his sparkling gray eyes tinged with blue and green, his lips upturned in a goofy, embarrassed grin. The definition of adorable innocence. Wow, he was handsome . . .
"You seem to be a bit . . . lost. Would you like me to show you around?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, that would be wonderful, thank you," he responded, the relief evident in his voice.
"You got a place to stay?"
"Uhh . . . umm . . .not, exactly. . ." Christian suddenly found the
ground fascinating. Satine laughed.
"It's okay- no need to worry. There's plenty of room where I'm
staying, if you need it."
"Oh- I . . . I . . ." Poor Christian was very red.
"You wouldn't be sleeping with me, silly!" she exclaimed, an amused
smile playing on her lips.
"It's an old apartment. The floor below me is vacant, I believe.
Nice, cheap little place," she explained.
"Oh- um- okay. Thank you- thank you so much!" Christian looked up
once more, still quite flustered, yet grinning.
"Well, come on, then," she said, motioning for him to follow. With
that, she led him off into the streets of Paris.
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RougeChic(Anna): Hope you liked VERY SHORT n sweet El Numero 4. Seez ya laterz!!
DiamondDog(Jessica): Only if you review.
RougeChic: Oh, yes, duh. No reviews=No chapters.
Christian: Me too.
DiamondDog: What?
Satine: Me too.
RougeChic: What?
Christian and Satine: REVIEWS! NOW!
DiamondDog: Ohhh. well, you heard 'em! We don't want our, er, Baz's characters mad . . . nope nope. And if you don't . . . we may just have to make more conflict . . . and insert a little Duke into the plot . . .
RougeChic: NOOOOO!!!
DiamondDog: Oh. Right. Miss Fluffy-Mushy-Romance here won't allow too much conflict.
RougeChic: No siree bub.
Duke: Okay then, buh-bye.
RougeChic: Wouldn't it have been SO much easier if he was that obedient in the movie? *starts crying hysterically*
DiamondDog: Okay, um . . . Review, please, before she has an emotional breakdown . . .please . . .
P.S.- That was fun to write . . . lolz. If you want there to be a duke . . . or you got suggestions for ANYTHING at all . . .tell us! We're always open to ideas- it's up to you. Anna wants lotsa fluff . . .Jessica likes drama . . .So tell us what YOU want!