Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Disclaimer: I do not own P.O.T.O.
It was just another regular day. Christine sat down at the little table and grabbed the nail file.

''What are you getting done today, miss?'' she asked the woman.

''I'm thinking about the lighting strike design.''

The woman pointed to the little display case.

''Alright, then.''

Christien started to file the woman's nails and let outa sigh. She was the quiet kind of girl. The only reason she had this job was because of her friend's mom. Christine's parents were dead and she had lived with her friend Meg and her mother. But, now she was living in her own apartment all alone. She still worked at the salon, because she had nowhere else to go. It was a small salon inside a mall. Everyday Christine would come in here and say hello to Meg. Meg liked to joke around alot and make Christine laugh. That was another reason Christine stayed. Her only friends lived here. Meg was at the other table, doing some other woman's nails. She smiled at Christine and they both continued. It was then that Christine noticed him. There was a boy of around her age. He was staring at her from the window. He was dressed fully in black, so Christine guessed he was a punk. Their eyes met for a moment and they both smiled. Christine started to blush and he had looked away from her. He kept walking and she went back to her work.

''I'll see you later, Meg.'' Christine said as she left. It was getting dark and Christine had her singing lessons. She got into her car and drove off. When seh got there, she hopped out of the car and walked inside. She walked down the hallways and went into the singing room. No one was there.

''Hello?'' Christine called out. She shrugged and walked back out. She looked around the other rooms, but there was still no one. Suddenly, the teacher walked in the door and looked up at Christine.

''Christine Day? What are you doing here?''

''I'm here for the class sir.'' she replied, confused.

''Oh, no you're not in the class anymore. I sent you a letter. Did you never recieve it? I've assigned you a private teached. He is on the other side of the building. I believe in room 5.''

''Oh...thank you.''

Christine walked down the hallway towards room 5. She approached the door and opened it slowly. She looked inside. There was someone sitting in a chair with a folder up to their face. Obviously, they were going over some work. Christine cleared her throat and they dropped their folder. It was the boy from the mall! He saw Christine and quickly picked up the folder. Christine walked over towards him.

''I'm sorry I startled you. I'm Christine. Christine day.''

''Erik, Erik Destler.''

They shook hands and he motioned for her to take a seat. She noticed that he was wearing a mask, but usually punks she knew sometimes did that. He had slicked back hair and black clothes. No piercings or tatoos. He was almost kindof cute. Christine shook the thought from her mind. neither spoke for a few moments.

''You're going to be my new music teacher?'' Christine finally asked. ''You just seem kind of...my age.''

''Well, I'm very good at composing music and I do sing, so I was hired as a music teacher here.''

He seemed to be very interested in her. He placed his hands near hers.

''But, enough about me. I want to hear about you and your life.''

Christine was starting to think this was some kind of date. He was acting like it.

''Well, I'm 17 and I live in an apartment. I work at a salon in the mall. My parents are...gone. I love singing and I hope to become an opera singer.''

He listened intently as she spoke. He had amber eyes.

''What about you?'' she asked.

''I'm 17 and I also live in an apartment. I have no parents and I work here. I compose music and I also love to sing. I dont' go to a school and never have, although I'm told I'm a genius. I have...''

He stopped suddenly and looked away.

''What?'' she asked.

''Nothing. It's nothing. I forgot.''

He held his hand to his face and pulled back away from her. She thought it was odd, but she forgot about it. Then, she brought up the subject he didn't want to hear.

''Why do you wear a mask? I know that punks like to dress up alittle, but why a mask?''

He looked over at her for a moment.

''Trust me, Christine. It has nothing to do with that. I'm not even really a punk. I just love black.''

Christine looked at him for a minute and then let out a sigh.

''We should start your lesson, now.''

The lesson went by and Christine left. As she got into her car, she could see him walking out and staring at her. It sent chills down her spine. She pulled her gaze away from him and drove off. That night, she watched T.V. and went to bed. But, she just couldn't get that picture of him out of her mind.

The next day, Christine slammed off her alarm clock and got out of bed. She yawned and scratched her head. She walked over to her closet and picked out a red skirt and matching sweater with a zipper. She put her hair up in a bun and washed up. She looked up at the clock as she put on her shoes. She was going to be a few minutes late. She grabbed her car keys and her purse and ran out to her car. When she got to the salon, Meg was waiting for her.

''Christine, you're late!''

''I know. I'm really sorry.''

She walked over to a woman and walked her over to a small salon table. Meg walked back over to her table and continued working on the woman's nails.

Later, when it was closing time again, Christine walked out with Meg.

''I have tomorrow off, so do you want to hang out?''

''I can't. I'm sorry, but I have plans.''

''That's ok. I'll see you later, then.''

Christine walked to her car and headed back to her apartment. When she got inside, it started to rain. She turned on the T.V. and sat down on the couch, exhausted. After an hour, she had dinner and got ready for bed. They had a scary movie on, so she stayed up late and watched it. Then, she went to bed.

The next day, Christine woke up way later than usual. When she got up, she jumped out of bed and got ready to go out. She put on an indigo blue skirt and a matching tank top. When she was dressed and washed, she grabbed her keys and ran down to the car. She was going to go out to the lake.

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