I slid the bracelet onto her wrist, elegant and shining, the rubies engraved in the Celtic ribbons matched the sparkles in her eyes.
She is so beautiful.
So beautiful.
"Why do you like me?" I blurted.
She giggled a little, then answered "Because you are you. You didn't know who I was when we met, I like you for you. You did not pretend, hide yourself away
in a mass of lies about 'rich uncles' or 'orphan to a millionaire' or anything else I have heard before. You were just..."
"Me."
"Yes." She smiled, her cheeks flushed pink.
I gulped it all in, her sweet vanilla perfume, her shining golden hair, her deep brown eyes, and her beaming smile.
She began to tilt her head towards me, her eyes trained on my lips. Suddenly aware of this, I began to fret inside. What if my breath smells? Are my lips too
dry? Too wet? Is my hair in a mess? Did I shave properly? Do I HAVE A BOGEY?!
Looking down, she was closing her eyes, her lips pouting as she drew herself closer.
Our lips met, a short sharp burst of electricity flooded through me and she tilted her head to the left, I held her hair as she kissed me...
"Eva, darling?" Dorothy was at the door, holding a tray of food.
We broke apart, like two caught children, as Eva said pleasantly "Thank you Dorothy!"
Wiping her lip gloss from my lips, I glanced at the tray. It had two silver plates, both with impressive lids, like something out of a movie.
Eva saw my dumbfounded expression, and laughed. "It's not what it looks like Oskar." Dorothy chuckled with her, as she removed the lids.
Pizza.
The plates were filled with Pizza.
"Oh..." I blushed, embarrassed.
Eva grinned, moving away from me slightly to place the plate on her lap.
"It's brilliant, trust me." She began to eat a slice, the cheese stringing as she took her first bite.
I gazed at her, this celebrity, who was struggling to separate two pieces of mozzarella.
Maybe she wasn't so dissimilar to me after all.
We dug in, Dorothy lowered the lights and lit a few candles, throwing short spots of light, flickering over our faces.
Eva sighed in despair, throwing Dorothy a *really?* look. "You'll thank me. You will."
And with that, she left, closing the door behind her.
Eva was blushing ferociously, and flicked on the TV.
"Eva O'Brien, the new starlet in both the singing and acting world, is reported to be staying in the small village of Claire, in a small hotel. This is rumoured to be where her new film "Another Summer's Day..."
"What the..." Eva was furious, picking up her phone she jabbed a number in, proclaiming "I am calling Leona." Seeing my confused look, she explained "My
manager." She walked quickly into the other room, and began to talk angrily down the phone. I could not hear much of it, but heard snippets like "The fans will
flood this place!" and "I thought we were secure!".
When she had finished, she slumped back in, sat sloppily onto the sofa, and moaned "It was a leak. One of the crew on the set couldn't hold in the secret."
This came out sneered, I was a little uncomfortable as I could not help but think she was taking her anger out on me.
"It's ok." I tried to comfort her, but she shrugged me off.
"No it is not. Live TV! Live bloody TV. We can't cut it out, erase people's memories. I can't get rid of it! They know and they'll all come running. All come running
to see their precious Eva. It's just pissing me off. Completely."
I walked out.
When I got home, I sat on my bed and began to regret my rash action.
I walked out on her, overwhelmed with the fact she was angry, angry at everyone, but most of all, her anger was being expressed to me. At me.
Thinking, I realised we had only known each other for a day. At most.
It wasn't too much of a big deal... right?
But I had walked out.
She was upset that was all, she was emotional.
I mean, how would I feel?
Exactly like that.
And I bet she wouldn't have walked out.
Feeling like a complete and utter douche, I picked up my phone to call her.
But she was already calling me.