(ok, my promise to yall! u made the reviews, i make two chapters! popcorn! 3...2...1...ACTION!)
Paul's POV
Am I the luckiest guy on earth or what? wait, actually, it's just my looks...hehe. Im on way right now to her house-yes,it's 8:00 already-, drivin in my BMW convertable, and my loose black sleevless shirt, and hot Levis. Ok, so she gave me some directions...Ok, fine, she NEVER gave me directions, i used, to...er...stalk her...Yeh, so what! If I didnt, I wouldnt know where the heck Im goin, would I? So I made a turn on the road she lives in, which I must say is quite high class...but not as high as the road I live in. She lives in this beautiful, quiet road with an amazing view of the sea. I stopped at this big, modern white house which had longview glass doors and palm trees at the front. I parked my car, then walked over to the door where i rang the doorbell. Soon, I heard Anita'a voice call out ''COMING!'' When I was least expecting it, she opend the door to reveal herself in a gourgeous limegreen dress which was strapless and had a tennis skirt styled skirt. She very tastefully matched it with a pair of leather green, strappy wedges, which were quite high...which made her taller than she was, but she still didnt reach me! Hah!
''Heya gourgeous.'' I smirked. '' You'd say that again if u want serious face damage. Capeesh?'' I smirked even more. ''And keep your hands to yourself.'' I led her to my car and opened the door for her. I then got in my side and we drove off. When we reached at the café/restaurant, which was round and big and had bamboo sticks instead of walls; and a massive wooden planks dancefloor, a mini stage, a bar, and on one side, against one wall, were green leather sofas with glass coffee tables. On the other side were tables for 2, then u could go up these spiral stairs which lead to an inside balcony, which held even more tables for two. So I led her up there and we took a seat in the corner.
The song She will be loved by Maroon 5 was playing, not very loud and not very quiet. We ordered some drinks, and while we were waiting for them to arrive, I asked Anita,''So, do u like this place?'' For the first time, in like FOREVER, she actually smiled sweetly at me,''Yeh, actually, I do. I might come some time again.'' ''So, I heard your a drummer..'' I smirked. ''Yeh, I am. Ive been playing from the age of 7'' (A/N: YES, i HAVE been playing from the age of 7, when i had my first pair of Mickey Mouse drums, now im a proud owner of 2 premier drumsets, ones pink, the others red...i LOVE them!)
Wow, from the age of 7? Im impressed. I find that very sexy, a girl drummer I mean. Very. ''Wow, Im impressed Anita.'' ''So, u play anything?'' She asked taking a sip from the drinks that just arrived. ''Music. No. Sports. Yes.'' To my surprise she gave out a soft laugh, which made her look soo guilable! ''What'd ya play?'' She asked. '' Well, I thought you already knew actually, Im team Captain of the-''
''Tennis team, right?'' She finished for me. ''Right. How'd you know?'' '' I heard, like u heard that I was a drummer. Make sense?'' ''Yeh, I guess so.''
''When'd you move to Carmel?'' I asked ''Well, about a year ago actually. I used to live in Central London, which was fab, but then we moved here.'' ''How long did u live in London for, because you dont seem to have an English accent. Not to the slight.'' I curiosly asked. She let out a quiet sigh, ''Well, u see, before I lived in London, I used to live in Croatia, which was where I was born, and where I lived for 8 years, by the beach, then when i was 8 we moved to Southern California, where i had family, for 3 years, then we sold that house and got a massive appartment in London for 2 years then we moved back here, but Northern Calif this time. So you can't actually pick up such a strong English Accent that quick.'' ''Wow, nice journey. Its asif youve practiclly travelled around the world. So, are you fully Croatian or half?'' ''Half. My dad's Croatian, and my mom's Californian!'' ''Nice combination.'' She giggled at my remark, ''So, Paul, did u move here to?'' ''Yeh, i orginally come from Seattle, but then me and my family moved here, to Carmel.''
Anita's POV
''Sweet.'' I replied. God, why am I being so nice to him? But, i wanna give the guy a chance. I mean, what has he done to me? Nothing really. Anyways, Im used to freaky boys stalking me around like mad, and that could only stop if i transformed into an ugly beast. For some reason I was blushing like mad, because every time he looked at me with those gourgeous blue eyes of his, I like practiclly turned into goo on the seat. Why am I feeling like this for the school man-whore? huh? Im ment to be all 'jeez, shutup already paul, and mind ur own beeswax!' but no. I have to be all 'hey paul, u can but into my private life as much as u like, and i seriously dont mind that ur my stalker.' Seriosly, whats wrong with me? Was it that weird soup my mom maid, or was it the hairspray and it went up my nostrils or something? Brain damage enough? Jeez. The next thing I know, Im going on holiday to China, and some random Chinese dude asks like a stupid freak, smiling like mad ''Sushi?'' Then he hands me some chopstix. And what do I do with them? I stick them up my nose. Yeh, well, it won't happen, in real life I mean. But the way it's going, it's possible it may happen. Or I could become like the OC's Seth Cohen and start talkin to a plastic horse and confess my feelings to it, or maybe i'll start confessing my feelings to a toilet brush even! Ah! Mental Slap!
''Anita, why are you blushing?'' Huh? Crap! I totally forgot Paul was here! Stupid mental images...--
''Er...I..er...thought of something?'' Shit, how much lamer can I seriously get! ''Is that so? What thoughts..are they of me?'' I gave him a death stare. ''You wish Paul.'' ''You dont know it yet, do you?'' ''Know what? and Paul, quite the thing where u say the answer first then the question, because i have a statement phobia, so stop it.'' ''Theres no such thing as statement phobia. Anyways, I mean that u don't have a clue how pretty you are, do you?'' ''No I dont, and thankyou for telling me, as if the mirrors didnt help much. Oh, and like what you see Paul? Call 1-800 Planet you wish.'' Why do I feel warmer? Fuck, Im blushing..AGAIN!
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Ok...My second long chappy! thanx u guys for all your reviews! A special shoutout to the people from the MCBC! THEY ROCK!
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