AN: I won't be able to update in the next couple of months due to exams and let me tell you A Level exams suck!
Date: 5th March 2012
"Remind me again, why am I giving you a lift?" asked Mia whilst driving.
"Since I gave you the prospect of getting laid I kind of figured that you owe me one."
"Oh how gracious of you to help me get some. You know I'm a perfectly capable to get laid myself!"
"Really? Yesterday you were complaining to me over the phone about how no man has touched you in ways that I do not want to repeat! I'm surprised you haven't been on the prowl at work with how desperate you sounded."
Mia huffed as she changed the gear. "Fine, I'll admit that it may have been a while since I've been touched! However, that doesn't mean I'm incapable to get some good-looking eye candy. And who says I haven't."
"TMI and if you say so."
"I do say so."
"Alright then."
"Alright."
"Ok."
"Ok."
"This is getting us nowhere you know," Rose chuckled.
"I know, right?"
Rose laughed. She tilted her head to gaze through the car window. The trees and grass whizzed by blurring the colours together. The day was beautiful as the sun shone brightly; the clouds in the sky forming peculiar shapes. She could hear gentle humming from Mia. Rose lifted her hand to the radio and increased up the volume; the song 'Living on a Prayer' by Bon Jovi blasting through the speakers.
"She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
I f we make it or not," Rose sang.
"We've got each and that's a lot
For love- we'll give it a shot," Mia finished.
"We're half way there
Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it- I swear
Livin' on a prayer," they sang together.
They sang the duration of the song terribly and couldn't help the fits of laughter that burst from within afterwards. Rose's mood was uplifted as during the week-end Adrian did everything in his possible power to annoy the hell out of her.
Flashback
Rose was sprawled out on Lissa's sofa relaxing until Adrian strolled into the room. He moved towards the sofa opposite the one that Rose was currently occupying. There was silence. It was eerie for Rose as Adrian just stared and stared and stared.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Rose declared.
Adrian laughed wholeheartedly at Rose's statement. "Aha, you know I made a poem just for you. Wanna hear it?"
Rose got the feeling that even if she said no he would have ignored her; would have told her anyway.
"It goes: Rose is in red
But never in blue
Sharp as a thorn
Fights like one too."
"Huh? Sharp as a thorn, fights like one too? How the hell does a thorn fight? You may need to lay off the booze and cigarettes there killing all what's left of your brain cells, which you don't have a lot of to begin with."
"Ouch! I think you've just damaged with ego with your words."
"I think your ego can it."
"Indeed it can."
"Why are you here Adrian?"
"Well because I got really tired of standing and so..."
"I'm mean here as in the city here."
He remained quiet.
"Oh, I get it. Mummy and daddy are tired of you living on their earnings and now have kicked you out into the real world. Aw poor Adrian, guess it's about high time you started to pull your weight instead of dragging everyone behind. Maybe you should start your own brothel. That could help with your money issues."
"Rose."
That one word was filled with so much power that it caused Rose to pause her thoughts. It was said with a deeper meaning that put Rose on edge. The fact that he said her name and not the stupid nickname was unnerving. She focused on his demeanour. It was strange for her to witness Adrian being openly vulnerable. It was rare experience that was frankly distressing to see. Confident, charismatic, charming Adrian being resulted to this... a boy who looked like he lost his way in the wide world.
"Yes?" Rose probed.
"It doesn't matter. Besides, I need a cigarette and a drink to help woo the ladies for later."
And there it was. Welcome back Adrian Rose thought. Deep inside Rose felt disheartened that Adrian felt like he couldn't finish his sentence. Am I being too harsh on him? Nah!
End of flashback
Mia pulled into a parking space next in the underground parking lot. Rose opened the door to let herself out of the car. With a force she shut the door after collecting her stuff that was still inside.
"Well it sounds like a golf and it is a golf, so it's a given," Rose stated.
Mia was baffled as she locked the car. "What on earth are you on about?"
"That old Volkswagen advertisement for their golfs about how different types of cars don't sound like a golf."
Mia was still baffled. "You watch way too much TV."
"I know. It's terrible," concluded Rose, as they caught the lift to the appropriate floors.
The lift ascended stopping at Mia's floor first. She turned back and asked, "We are still meeting for lunch, right?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Lunch couldn't come soon enough. Rose ran into Kirova and it wasn't a successful meeting. As soon Rose clasped her eyes on Kirova's figure Rose couldn't help but snigger remembering her and Mia's conversation. Kirova wasn't amused and now Rose was on her constant watch.
She left the office and met Mia in the reception.
"I've been craving a burger since ten this morning," Mia said.
"If I knew that you hadn't gotten any recently I would have said you were pregnant. But you're not. Anyway, aren't you supposed to be on a diet?"
"Yeah but, only three days a week."
"What?"
"Yeah for three days I will be eating as much healthy foods as possible then on the other four days I can eat anything I want."
"Then what's the point on being on a diet in the first place?"
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it. I've lost five pounds up to yet so it's working."
"God knows why."
They continued to walk down the busy streets avoiding bumping into people on the way. With the way Mia moaned when she finally got her burger you would think she hadn't ate anything in a week.
"You got to love all of that greasy, fatty goodness," moaned Mia, as she rubbed her belly.
"You're going to regret eating it tomorrow, you know?"
"Oh well, I'll live. So, this guy you're setting me up with? Does he know what you are planning?"
"Nope but, once he knows he won't object to it. Trust me."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Let's just say he should be living in the playboy manor!"
"Hello, again," a voice said.
Rose looked up at saw Dimitri. She couldn't help the small smile that seemed to etch itself onto her face.
"Well, hello again good sir. How are you today?"
"I'm well thank you and yourself?"
"I'm good, thank you."
"Good and I see that you have changed your greeting."
"Ha, maybe I'll save that greeting just for you. How was your week-end?"
"It was slow, yours?"
"Same. Ivan should be finished with his meeting around about now."
"Thanks."
Ivan came out of the door and said his good-byes to his client. "Dimka! My man! Let me just lock my office and we'll be ready to go!"
"Go?" Rose asked.
"We're going to do some guy stuff," Ivan informed Rose. "Just to let you know, I won't be here for the rest of the day so you can take it easy. No rush needed. Let's go!"
Ivan walked off to the direction of the lifts. He is always interrupting our moments, always! It's like he has a sensor of something that lets him know when we are together.
"Have fun, with whatever you're doing," Rose said to Dimitri.
"Thanks, have a good day Rose," Dimitri replied and followed Ivan.
I might as well give up trying to get his number. Either fate doesn't like me or the universe has a sick sense of humour; likes to torture me. Maybe I need to get laid never mind Mia.
Rose entered her flat and managed to steer clear of Stan. Even though she was up-to-date with her rent payments she still didn't like the guy! He was too arrogant for her own liking. She went to her phone and checked her voicemail. There was one new message, Rose pressed play.
"Hey Rose! It's Mia. So, here I was just sitting here on my lonesome gaining unneseccary weight and I got an idea. You need to find a way to introduce me to your man friend and what better way than going clubbing at the week-end. Of course we are going have to make it not look suspicious cause that would be embarrassing if he catches on- no matter what you say about him and how he should be a pimp. It's just a thought, let me know. Adios!"
Clubbing did she say? It shouldn't be too hard to convince Adrian to go out clubbing then.