Again, not sure where this is going, but I'm having lots of fun writing this story.
I searched my closet meticulously. Somehow Diana had convinced me to come to Los Angeles with her.
"Only for a week, Diana." I had set the rule.
"Please, you'll never want to come back here." She said, determined as always.
She stood in the small guest bedroom throwing things in her suitcase as I slowly and carefully folded blouses and pants inside mine.
Diana strode ahead in black slacks and a white dress shirt, high end leather boots stomping the ground. Her hair was pulled back tightly in a chignon. She was the epitome of sleekness. I followed close behind through the airport. People seemed to wiz by me, creating a kind of rhythm. Faces blended into one another. I was feeling dizzy so I decided to concentrate on my tennis shoes. The laces bounced lightly with each step and I found myself absorbed in the intricate pattern of their weaving.
"Now boarding business class." I heard the attendant announce. I hadn't realized we had reached our terminal.
"Come on Bella. Keep up." Diana ordered and handed her boarding pass to the attendant, a short round man of about forty with a bristly mustache. His shallow brown eyes looked dull when I handed him my ticket. He tore the stub mechanically.
There was something claustrophobic about the inside of the plane. Even though I stretched my feet comfortably in front of me (Diana insisted on traveling in first class), I couldn't help but feel suffocated and withdrawn. I wasn't used to being around so many people at once.
I relaxed slowly. Diana had fallen asleep in minutes and I spent my time staring at the white fluff illuminated by the setting sun outside. I saw the tops of mountains peaking through the milky fog of clouds, and the light glimmer of water below me as we made our descent to LAX. The effervescent dusk fell tenderly around us when we landed. I wanted to clutch the air filled with the warm moisture that wafted from the Pacific. I implanted the feeling in my brain.
Diana had arranged for a driver to pick us up. I sat back in the car, lights flashing by me on the Sunset Strip. I tried to focus on some of the images. I saw a group of women in short dresses and pumps huddled around a corner of a restaurant laughing hysterically. A few teenagers with bright blue hair walked the streets towards a music club, a look of determined angst and waywardness passing their youthful features. They were set on rebellion, though unsure of what exactly they were rebelling against. Oh, they'd come up with something eventually.
The long car snaked up the hill towards Diana's West Los Angeles home. Her house was small and homely, yet edgy and modern at the same time. It was very much like her. It lay surrounded by palms and pines, overlooking the bustling city on the right and the Santa Monica Mountains on the left.
"Come here my darlings!" Diana cooed as she entered and her three cats came scrambling towards her.
I remained outside. There was something about the night that gripped me to it. It felt intimate and forlorn. Its dark silent beauty reminded me of Edward, as its sweet noises uncurled themselves in my ears.
No Edward yet, but fear not!