The Seond chapter is up, YAY!
Disclaimer: Don't own twilight, our characters, in fact this little story doesnt really relate to twilight at all.
The next few days flew by. Before I knew it, it was June 25th, my birthday. That morning I woke up at 6:00 to get ready. I put on my favorite outfit; a pink long sleeved tee shirt and a yellow tank top over that. And my jean skirt with the holes and my light pink chucks. I wet my hair, braided it so it would dry curly then got my purple sunglasses and put on my usual make up.
I was ecstatic, ' It's my sixteenth birthday!' I thought while bouncing out the door. Of course I was late, I tried to argue with Mme. Odenay, arguing that since I'm short I have to take more steps than other people. She said she would hear none of it and that I would be doing extra credit when we got back to school.
We visited Sacre Coeur, The Arc De Triomphe, and The Tour Eiffel. By then I noticed something must have been going on because the girls would whisper to each other and then one of them would go talk to the boys and whisper to them.
When we got back to the hotel I was exhausted I quickly showered and put on my P.J.'s. I said goodnight and went to sleep only to be woken back up, 3 hours later. It was 12:00 p.m. when I was being shaken awake by Abby.
"Wake up, we have a surprise for you!" she said in a sing-songy voice.
"Ugh," I grunted as I pushed myself onto my elbows. The girls were holding in front of me the most gorgeous dress I have ever seen. It has thin straps and its bright neon pink underneath black lace; it has criss-cross corset-like lacing up the front and little bows on the sides.
"Awww, I love it guys! Thanks so much!" I said gratefully.
"Hurry up and put it on, we're going out!" said Nicole in an excited whisper.
I quickly slipped into the dress and put on some make- up and a pair of heels. We tiptoed down to the boy's room and knocked quietly. We all silently got into the elevator but as soon as the doors closed all of them sang a horrible rendition of Happy Birthday at the top of their lungs.
"Thank you guys so much, now let's party!" I yelled
I half ran out of the hotel as many of the people working there gave our group a curious glance. We found a small restaurant that was still open and we ordered desserts and celebrated.
Then I timid-looking waitress came up to me with a bottle of champagne. In English I asked how much it would cost.
"C'est libre, madamoiselle," she said, "Il est du monsieur là-bas. Il veut également te donner son numéro de telephone." She handed me a napkin with the name "Alexander" and a French telephone number on it.
"Pouvez-vous lui donner ceci, s'il vous plait?" I asked
"Oui." She responded and carried a napkin containing my name and hotel number written in red lipstick.
When the waitress moved I looked over to where she pointed earlier. Sitting at a table in the corner was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He had curly, long black hair, thick eyebrows, sharp, sexy features, and huge baby blue eyes. The rest of him was even more spectacular, he was wearing a tight black v-neck tee shirt with a leather jacket over it. Through the tee shirt I could see all of his amazing muscles.
I sat there staring at him in disbelief wondering why he chose me over the three gorgeous girls sitting next to me. First there was Amberline, who I considered beauty incarnate. She has shoulder-length red hair and the cutest freckles, she was also very tall, 5' 8", her height was something I envied. Then there's Nicole, she has long brown hair, and it was curly, she had huge boobs too, and huge hips. Older guys were always hitting her on because of her attributes. Abby has blonde hair and amazing features, she is short like me though, but she is breathtaking.
I knew I wasn't hideous, but I never thought I would be chosen over my friends, especially not by someone that hot. I have brown hair that is down to my c-cup boobs with a bright purple streak through the front of it. I am on the short side 5' 5" to be exact. I have very plain features but they're pretty nonetheless. I'm skinny sort of, but not too skinny.
When the shy waitress delivered the napkin to him he smiled got up to leave. When he stood up I was amazed by his height he must have been like 6' 8" at least. I had been staring with my mouth open when he walked over and whispered into my ear, "Tomorrow night." And before I could say anything he was gone.
Okay so reveiw please!
working on the third chapter.