Author's note: I'm so sorry that i updated this late, but i really admit and apologize for sleeping until one o'clock... And for the Midnight Pranks fans, i didn't fnish the story neither did i stop writing, check for new chapters. I just put one up today.

Clarisse POV

"The night is pretty" Was all I could think of. The luxurious car left me by the road, next to the restaurant Chris and I was supposed to be meeting. I stared at the open sky. The sky was pitch black and the stars were twinkling as much as I wanted to see Chris's eyes shine.

"Por aquí, señorita. Siga-me por favor." The waiter bowed on to the direction that I was supposed to trial, "Su novio estará aquí em algunos minutos, esta bien?"

I shook my head and whispered a small, "Sí." One of the only things I know. The restaurant was a small construction made of pure wood logs, and through the gaps of the logs, stocked together, I could see the bright light of the bulbs inside the restaurant. There were three steps before the door, made from wood, a blend of dark and medium colored type of wood. I entered the restaurant, and it was stunning. The light was bright, yellowish off-white. There were (believe it or not) white petals that once belongs to roses smeared around the floor. I glanced at the table that Chris and I were supposed to sit. It was also made from wood, with details in the designs of exotic and exquisite plants, a reddish tone of woods so pretty and beautiful. A transparent and glimmery flowerpot with flowers of different species, and different colors, a merge of crimson, lilac, yellow, white, blood red, and many more that made me drift off in my mind, illusionary embraced in Chris's large arms.

I looked at the table next to mine, a woman with white blond hair and freezy really pale blue eyes sat down with a man with reddish brown eyes and red flickery hair. The lady looked beautiful, with her hair pulled back and she was wearing a pink outfit and white pearls on the neck, ears and a delicate one pearl lay on her finger. She had pale skin and she looked cold…freezing. The guy looked the same, palish polished skin and in a formal black suit. The both seemed cold, but once they touched each other, seemed like hearts surrounded them. The air filled with lust and passion. And then, their lips touched each other, they seemed happy. I wanted that, I wanted it so bad.

I bit my inferior lip, and stared…just stared. Stared at everything in the salon and stared at the objects. Waiting for Chris, waiting for his touch, his skin, his hands, his…lips. Everything, I hated the fact of being in love. And on the beginning, I stared at Chris and seemed like everything stopped and only we existed. I tried to deny it to myself, lie that I didn't like him…to myself. But who lies to their selves are certainly fools, stupid people. And it was undeniable, when I looked at Chris, at every touch he gave me seemed like it wasn't the force of gravity that kept me on the ground, it was him. Like if his words and voice was the only one that I could hear. Everything he thought was exactly the right thing to do. And I just hoped so bad, at every wish I had, every superstition about stars and birthdays, I wished that Chris would feel the same for me. And look at me now, finally discovered that Chris had his eyes on me since I was ten years old, and I didn't even know he existed. And pity was that, the first time he got to know that I felt all of this, so intense, he was unconscious.

I waited, longed, moved around. I waited ten minutes, fifteen, thirty, one hour, one hour and thirty minutes and nothing.

"He gave up…" I blubbered, "He did."

I waited for two hours, and nothing…he promised me that he would be there and prove to me that he loved me for real. And then I remembered, her bitter voice echoing in my brain, "Chris will have a much better night with me…" Gretchen had said. Oh no…

As I walked off the restaurant and into the car again, I noticed a tear tang at the very corner of my eye, I caught it with my pinky finger and watched it faint away. I couldn't believe that Chris broke his promise, sometimes I think that writing my feelings, so intense and truthful like this, is just a waist of time. I've been through a lot of fights, and really this one is one of the worst…

Author's note: I was quick right, but next chapter will be better, okay? And one more thing, last chapter had one review… really guys, I love reading your suggestions and comments (positive ones, of course). So if you have any ideas or if you just liked my story, please take a few words from your brain, a few seconds of twenty four hours to leave a short comments, okay? I'll post another chapter soon… (smiley face)