(ONE YEAR LATER)
"Luna," yelled a woman in a full length black dress, "are you almost ready?" The woman peeked her head in to her roommate's bedroom. "Luna, we have to go! Everything opens in thirty minutes!"
A groan came from inside the bathroom door that branched off from the bedroom. Luna opened the door and walked in front of her friend as the woman looked her up and down. Luna was wearing a floor length light blue dress that seemed to dance around her curves. She looked flawless.
"Ugh, Bella do we have to go? I look completely gross! What are we going to anyways, that I had to dress up for?" Luna whined to her friend.
Bella looked at her with disgust. "Okay, one, yes we have to go. Two you look spectacular and you know it so stop pretending otherwise, and three, we're going dancing, because you've been single for way to long," Bella teased. Luna looked away. She hadn't dated since she and Milo broke up. She couldn't help it. His type was all she wanted, and yet all she hated. Bella noticed her friend getting quiet so she decided it was probably time to go.
"Alright let's go. I'm gonna meet you at the car. Hurry up and finish so we can leave!" Bella commanded as she grabbed her red purse and headed for the door. Luna turned and went back in to the bathroom to finish getting ready. When she was done she turned off the lights, and noticed the TV was on. She walked over and watched a man with a saw splitting his body in half. Her mouth opened in disgust and amazement, but she knew if she stayed too long her friend would leave without her, so she turned the power off and left the apartment.
Luna's sea foam colored Prius pulled to the side of the road to park. The dance club they were going to took forever to get to because of traffic. The two stepped elegantly out of the car and walked towards the line that originated under a fluorescent archway with the word "Rouler" at the top. The woman ventured towards the back of the line which seemed extremely far away. When they reached it they looked forward to assess how many people were in front of them.
"This will be fun," Luna remarked in a bitter tone. Bella glared at her.
"Don't be so pessimistic!" She replied. "I'm sure we'll be up there in no time; and then we can paartaayyy!!!" The woman said with a giant smile. As soon as she finished speaking, a limo pulled up near the entrance. The driver walked around and opened the door. A tall muscular man stepped out. His shoulder-length black hair prevented the girls from seeing his profile. He had a light gray shirt on that stuck to his abs. Aside from that he wore a pair of dark blue jeans, and many silver chains around his neck. Luna's face grew pale.
"Whoa, Loon, you don't look so good. Are you okay hon? Do you need to go home, because I'd understand," Bella said in a half-concerned and half-disappointed voice. Luna's eyes remained on the man entering the club. He turned briefly to look down the line people. Luna breathed out a sigh of relief and turned to face her friend.
"No, I'm totally fine. It's just that the guy who just walked in reminded me a lot of...well, Milo," Luna replied with some hesitation. She knew that Bella hated him, and wished Luna would move on. Bella sighed, and turned annoyed away from her friend.
The line actually moved at a surprisingly swift pace. The two girls approached the entrance and handed their IDs to the man with the clipboard. He looked down at the IDs, then up at the girls, and then down once more before allowing them inside. As they walked through the double doors, they were welcomed by a pulsating beat surging from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. The club had hundreds of spotlights flying around the dance floor. Bella, being her outgoing self began to walk straight to the dance floor and began to move.
"Belle, wait! Don't you want to get a drink first or something?" Luna said desperately hoping her friend wouldn't leave her alone with all the strangers in the club.
"Loon, chill! You'll be fine!" And with that, Bella was on the dance floor. Within seconds of reaching it, her body began swaying to the song playing;
"Well an old saying goes mind your manners mind your mother
And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover
Well she might lies about her age, but lady I got no complaints
She can be as crazy and as foolish as she wants to be
Because her old school ways are practically technicalities and perfectly sane"
Luna watched her for a moment, and saw as three men began to compete for her friend's attention. She walked over to the bar. She sat down on a red pleather bar stool. She ordered a scotch and coke and then proceeded to watch everybody dancing. She wasn't much of a dancer herself; no, she preferred to sit on the side and watch. She got a lot of ideas for her writing by just observing people. Then out of the corner of her eye, Luna spotted the man who had come in earlier. He was standing with two men who somewhat resembled him, which made her wonder if they were related. One of the men who he was with tapped the man's shoulder and nodded his head in Luna's direction. The attractive man looked up at Luna, (who immediately turned red) and a smile stretched across his face from one dimple to the other. Luna felt extremely embarrassed for having been caught staring, so she shot down the rest of her drink, and went to find her friend hoping that the man would forget about her awkward moment.
She found Bella in the middle of the floor with about 5 men dancing around her. Luna was happy her friend was having fun, but she also felt a twinge of jealousy. Just as she was about to speak, the song changed to a slow song:
"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."
One of the men grabbed Bella's shoulders and they moved away from the group to slow dance. Luna sighed and turned away. She felt stupid and lonely while she meandered through all of the coupled people as they sway back and forth. She put her head down to hide her embarrassment, and walked out the side door on the club to get some air. The door led to a terrace, which offered an amazing view of all the city lights. She walked to the edge and took a deep breath of the cool night air. She closed her eyes and tried to release all of the emotions she'd been feeling inside.
After a few minutes, Luna sensed somebody standing behind her. She waited a moment to see if they would make themself known, but after nothing happened, she spoke.
"Do you want to talk to me? Or are you content just staring at my back? Because I have a response either way," Luna snapped as she turned around to face her company. She stopped spinning on her heels to come face to face with the man who'd spotted her staring. He seemed to have not heard her comment. Luna stumbled back a step or two arms waving behind her for something to hold on to. She settled for a metal railing and then looked back up at the man, to see his deep brown eyes staring straight at hers.
"I..I'm..uh…Sorry, I didn't expect anybody semi-pleasant to be following me out here," Luna stuttered, trying to redeem herself. "Do you want me to leave so you can be out here alone?"
The man chuckled quietly to himself and then spoke for the first time since Luna had seen him: "No, no don't leave. I was just wondering if you'd like to dance with me?"
Luna's face seemed to emit terror. This man was gorgeous, and mysterious, and that was exactly why she had to decline.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think that'd be a good idea," she mumbled while averting her eyes from his. Apparently that answer wasn't good enough for him, because he didn't leave.
"Oh, come on," he smiled warmly. "It's just one dance. I'm not asking you to marry me or anything." His pleading eyes sparkled with mischief and swallowed Luna up, but she quickly gained her composure. "Just one dance?" he added for a finishing touch. Luna sighed, and then reached out and took the man's hand that he held out.