The Phantom of the Opera 2
In sleep he sang to me...In dreams he came...That voice which calls me...And speaks my name...
Chapter 5:
Christian woke up, remembering his previous night. He yawned with outstreched arms before sitting up. What was it about her? He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to know her. It was suck a strange feeling and CHristian couldn't name it.
A knock on the door broke his train of thought. As if routine he opened the door to see that it was Fleur, who was surprising the color of a ripe tomato. "Um...I apologize. I thought you were dressed." His brow rose questioningly and he looked down. He was without a shirt and wearing silk pajama pants. He smiled. "Oh, sorry Fleur, did you need something?" "Well," Fleur said, "I was wondering if you might join me for lunch. I've prepared a picknick basket so..."
For some odd reason his heart seemed to beat faster. "No!" something inside him screamed. He swallowed it back and nodded, "Yes." "Well," she said smiling, "See you at lunch." With that she was gone and he closed the door. He leaned against it relaxing his body. Maybe Rachelle was right. He didn't really love Fleur, but...it was convient not to worry about things. Like stress...funny feelings...or worse...a broken hear. He really did care for Fleur...but did he love her?
Fleur, had her own confusion to worry with. She opened her own door, closing it behind her, and falling on her bed. She held her pillow in her arms.
Won't someone tell me
What has happened to me?
Why I am so misunderstood
Why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between
The devil and
The angel that I used to be
She threw the pillow behind her. She ran a hand through her blonde locks. Her nind continued wondering and she sighed.
They say I'll understand
It all in good time
But aga ain't nothing but
A number in my mind
I'm going crazy
With this pull me, push me
Caught between
Wrong and right
She sat up and walked over to her vanity. She powdered her nose and began putting on lipstick. She rubber her lips together.
I wanna give in
To the woman in me
I wanna be someone
They don't want me to be
The moral of the story
Is I've got no choice
I must not chase
The boys
Fleur stood and left her room. She couldn't helf her feelings in her heart. She started to walk downstairs to the kitchen.
I started writing down
My deepest secrets
Seven days a week of
Thruth and fantasy
Got this feeling
The way my life
Has got to be
Prepared for changes
She went into the kitchen, starting to fix sandwishes and a fruit salad. She sat them all in the basket.
Won't someone tell me
What has happened to me?
Why am I so misunderstood
Why can't they see?
Now I'm caught between
The devil and the angel
That I used to be
Fleur's mind continued to drift back to Christian. She couldn't escape her feelings. She dropped an apple on the floor, and it rolled across. She sighed chasing after it.
I wanna give in
To the woman in me
I wanna be someone
They don't want me to be
The moral of the
Story is I got no choice
I must not chase
i wanna go left
When they tell me
Go right
Don't wanna be
The little girl
They're kissing
Goodnight
The moral of the story is
I got no choice
I must not chase the boys
Fleur picked up the apple and looked up at the apinting on the awwll. It was a couple sitting on a bench watching each other, holding hands.
Make me cry, make me try to tell
A thousand lies
But that won't ever change
The way I feel inside
They got their opinions
But I just don't care
Cause that's not what
I wanna hear
She ran her hand across the paint. It was very smooth, almost how she picture Christian. She then pulled her hand back. She couldn't he thinking this!
I, I must, I must not
Chase the boys
I, I must, I must not
Chase the boys
I, I must, I must not
Chase the boys
Fleur picked up the basket and turned to the clock. She needed to go get Christian. She left the room and climed up the stairs.
I wanna give in to the
Woman in me
I wanna be someone they
Don't want me to be
The moral of the story
Is I got no choice
I must not chase
I wanna go left
When they tell me go right
Don't wanna be the
Little girl they kissing goodnight
The moral of the story is
I got no choice...
I must not chase...
The boys
She knocked on his door. Christian opened the door, dressed this time. Fleur smiled, "Ready to go?" "Yes," he answered. Maybe she wouldn't have to be so controlling over her desires after all.
Author's Note:
Alright song is "I Must Not Chase the Boys" by Play, hope the story is enjoyable so far. Review please!!! LOVE YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS!!!
Star Angel