"I had a really amazing time tonight," Olivia whispered to the stars. Daniel turned to her and smiled.
It was their fourth date since the bar, three weeks ago.
He had taken her to a posh restaurant the first date, an amusement park on the second, to a football match on the third and now on their fourth date, he had taken her on a picnic. And now they are sitting side by side on his picnic blanket.
He was absolutely perfect. It was not every day that you run into a man that knew about all the constellations, and the myth behind each one.
She had never had so much fun. Each time she felt that her stomach would stop hurting from the laughter, he would say something utterly ludicrous that would make her laugh out loud in uncontrollable bouts, with short gasps of air.
She was so lucky.
She turned to look at this man. This incredible man who she was extremely attracted to and believed she had so much chemistry with.
She studied his face. His skin was a light tan, the colour of caramel. His hair was a dark brown with lighter bits where the sun had kissed it. His eyes were a light brown, and his face was beautifully exotic. He is by background, Australian, Brazillian with a touch of Japanese. But he by nature, was an angel.
She looked straight into his eyes. And when she did she felt an electric shock charge through her body.
So strong, that it hurt to sit so still and so far away from him. Even though she was less than half a metre from him.
It was so strong that she almost wanted to cry.
So this is love.
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Daniel found himself staring into her eyes. He had been looking at the stars one moment, which he thought were beautiful. But now staring into her eyes, well frankly, it took his breath away.
He had to look away. He had to break his stare. He was not ready for love.
He looked away.
When he looked back, he saw the hurt on her face.
And he knew it. She had been shot by Cupid's merciless arrows.
And problem was, he too, felt his heart being pierced.
The first feelings of a tender love.
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Olivia leaned in to kiss him. She closed her eyes and her lips slightly twitched.
He stood up abruptly and started packing away the picnic food.
"We need to get going, it looks like it might rain."
She was stunned. Never had she been rejected so outright before.
She rolled up the picnic rug and walked towards the car.
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Alone in her bedroom, Olivia started to cry.
Silent tears that were only brought on by a love unrequited.
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Alone in his bedroom, Daniel could not fall asleep.
He could not believe what a bastard he had been.
How could he look away from a glance so filled with love? How could he silently reject a girl, whose heart he wished to obtain?
He just couldn't fall asleep on that conscience.
He took his coat, and car keys. He went to his car and turned the engine on.
He had some business left undone.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Olivia & Daniel - Part 2
Two years ago, Olivia swore to herself that she would never let a man manipulate her again. Manipulate her the way George had.
He had abused her body and her mentality. He acted like he owned her. He acted, she shuddered, exactly the way her father had.
She thought she was in love with George, she though that he was the One. That was why she had let him get away with what he did for so long.
She knew perfectly well that she was not his only woman. That he was getting it somewhere else.
Some days he would come home with gifts and flowers and hugs and kisses. This was the George she loved. This was the George she hoped he was.
Some days he would come home drunk, ready to pick a fight. And when she gave it to him, as she usually did, he would beat her up like an old boxing bag. A bag he did not care if it broke or was reduced to shreds.
She left him, after three years of pain and hurt, when she found him in the bedroom with another woman.
She up and left.
She was only 21.
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Daniel had grown up with women all his life. First there was his mother, and five sisters, and amazingly active grandmothers. And then there was all of their female friends too.
He had been moulded and shaped from birth to become a woman's dream. He was tender and sensitive, yet masculine and harboured leadership skills.
He was also, disgustingly handsome.
He had never dated anyone for longer than a few weeks, and even so, he felt that he neither loved nor cared for them much.
He decided to take a break on dating for a while.
But when he made this decision, two years ago, he was only 22.
And there was no beautiful girl with a black dress to mess up with his mind.
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Now 23, Olivia wanted to find true love. She was tired of failing relationships. She was afraid to give her heart away to yet another thief, who would take it and leave.
She desperately wanted love in her life and she would go to any measures to ensure its position.
She had first seeked love in strange places, the gym, the library and even the Readers' Club.
And now the bar. It was the easy thing.
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Daniel made up his decision to talk to the beautiful girl tonight. He would walk up to her and casually sit beside her.
"Hi, I'm Daniel," he would say.
And he would ask for her name, and they would start a conversation.
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Olivia entered the bar with a heavy heart. She resumed her seat at the counter.
As soon as she has ordered her vodka tonic, she felt a tap on her back.
She turned around and found herself staring into the most perfect face she'd ever seen.
"Hi, I'm Daniel."
He had abused her body and her mentality. He acted like he owned her. He acted, she shuddered, exactly the way her father had.
She thought she was in love with George, she though that he was the One. That was why she had let him get away with what he did for so long.
She knew perfectly well that she was not his only woman. That he was getting it somewhere else.
Some days he would come home with gifts and flowers and hugs and kisses. This was the George she loved. This was the George she hoped he was.
Some days he would come home drunk, ready to pick a fight. And when she gave it to him, as she usually did, he would beat her up like an old boxing bag. A bag he did not care if it broke or was reduced to shreds.
She left him, after three years of pain and hurt, when she found him in the bedroom with another woman.
She up and left.
She was only 21.
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Daniel had grown up with women all his life. First there was his mother, and five sisters, and amazingly active grandmothers. And then there was all of their female friends too.
He had been moulded and shaped from birth to become a woman's dream. He was tender and sensitive, yet masculine and harboured leadership skills.
He was also, disgustingly handsome.
He had never dated anyone for longer than a few weeks, and even so, he felt that he neither loved nor cared for them much.
He decided to take a break on dating for a while.
But when he made this decision, two years ago, he was only 22.
And there was no beautiful girl with a black dress to mess up with his mind.
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Now 23, Olivia wanted to find true love. She was tired of failing relationships. She was afraid to give her heart away to yet another thief, who would take it and leave.
She desperately wanted love in her life and she would go to any measures to ensure its position.
She had first seeked love in strange places, the gym, the library and even the Readers' Club.
And now the bar. It was the easy thing.
_______________________________________________________
Daniel made up his decision to talk to the beautiful girl tonight. He would walk up to her and casually sit beside her.
"Hi, I'm Daniel," he would say.
And he would ask for her name, and they would start a conversation.
________________________________________________________
Olivia entered the bar with a heavy heart. She resumed her seat at the counter.
As soon as she has ordered her vodka tonic, she felt a tap on her back.
She turned around and found herself staring into the most perfect face she'd ever seen.
"Hi, I'm Daniel."
Olivia & Daniel - Part 1
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She pursed her lips. She touched her hair, smoothing an imaginary strand, she looked perfect. Tonight, she thought, tonight will be the night.
Tonight, I will fall in love.
She turned around to check out herself in the mirror. A tight fitting black dress, a plunging backline. Mmm, much too showy for a night out with herself, but perfect, perfect she thought, for falling in love.
She arrived at the bar, a dingy old bar. She headed towards the counter, ready to order her usual vodka tonic. She looked around and checked out the scene.
There was the usual group of giggling underage teenagers, the business partners, and a few loners scattered in the dark shadows of the dimly lit bar.
They were always there. She had been coming to this bar every night for the last month. It was almost depressing.
She wanted a man, a lover, a soulmate. Someone she could call her own, someone she could fall in love with every day for the rest of her life.
After a half hour of watching and drinking she could make out a pair of lovers in the corner, having a heated argument. He telling her he loved her, and she telling him she loved him more.
Shut up, she wanted scream. At least you have each other. At least you have somebody to love.
It was then that she realised she was absolutely lonely. She had nobody.
She left, as she did each night. Silently and swiftly, as though she was never there in the first place.
The girl with the beautiful face, the perfect dress...had no one to love.
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He almost choked on his drink when he saw the beautiful girl walk through the bar doors.
There she was again. The most beautiful being he'd ever laid eyes on. Tonight she was wearing a black dress, short and beautiful. She looked perfect.
If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought he was in love.
He watched her take her usual seat on the counter. He watched her as she scanned the bar with her eyes, body unmoving.
Who is she waiting for? Why does she always just sit there, drinking and untalking?
He had never seen her with company before, he had never seen her socialise, had never seen her smile or heard her laugh.
He longed to hear her voice, every time she was about to lean in and order her drink, he tried to strain and hear it.
He never could. She was too far away. Too unapproachable as she sat there like an angel amidst the dark shadows.
He kept watching her.
She stood up and abruptly left.
Where did she go? Why is it that she always go in for half an hour and just leave?
Did she have a lover? She possibly could not. She had looked so upset, so sad. No one in love could be that downcast.
And it struck him, hard and fast as lightning.
The girl with the beautiful face, the perfect dress...had no one to love.
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Hey my lovely friends! Thanks for reading my story!
Just a note that my characters, Olivia and Daniel, are not actually based on any two persons, but just a concoction of my imagination plus tidbits from random people (like you!).
So in a way, you are contributing to my stories, and in another, they have nothing to do with you!
Happy reading,
Lisa xox
Tonight, I will fall in love.
She turned around to check out herself in the mirror. A tight fitting black dress, a plunging backline. Mmm, much too showy for a night out with herself, but perfect, perfect she thought, for falling in love.
She arrived at the bar, a dingy old bar. She headed towards the counter, ready to order her usual vodka tonic. She looked around and checked out the scene.
There was the usual group of giggling underage teenagers, the business partners, and a few loners scattered in the dark shadows of the dimly lit bar.
They were always there. She had been coming to this bar every night for the last month. It was almost depressing.
She wanted a man, a lover, a soulmate. Someone she could call her own, someone she could fall in love with every day for the rest of her life.
After a half hour of watching and drinking she could make out a pair of lovers in the corner, having a heated argument. He telling her he loved her, and she telling him she loved him more.
Shut up, she wanted scream. At least you have each other. At least you have somebody to love.
It was then that she realised she was absolutely lonely. She had nobody.
She left, as she did each night. Silently and swiftly, as though she was never there in the first place.
The girl with the beautiful face, the perfect dress...had no one to love.
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He almost choked on his drink when he saw the beautiful girl walk through the bar doors.
There she was again. The most beautiful being he'd ever laid eyes on. Tonight she was wearing a black dress, short and beautiful. She looked perfect.
If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought he was in love.
He watched her take her usual seat on the counter. He watched her as she scanned the bar with her eyes, body unmoving.
Who is she waiting for? Why does she always just sit there, drinking and untalking?
He had never seen her with company before, he had never seen her socialise, had never seen her smile or heard her laugh.
He longed to hear her voice, every time she was about to lean in and order her drink, he tried to strain and hear it.
He never could. She was too far away. Too unapproachable as she sat there like an angel amidst the dark shadows.
He kept watching her.
She stood up and abruptly left.
Where did she go? Why is it that she always go in for half an hour and just leave?
Did she have a lover? She possibly could not. She had looked so upset, so sad. No one in love could be that downcast.
And it struck him, hard and fast as lightning.
The girl with the beautiful face, the perfect dress...had no one to love.
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Hey my lovely friends! Thanks for reading my story!
Just a note that my characters, Olivia and Daniel, are not actually based on any two persons, but just a concoction of my imagination plus tidbits from random people (like you!).
So in a way, you are contributing to my stories, and in another, they have nothing to do with you!
Happy reading,
Lisa xox
Saturday, May 23, 2009
a day in the life of moi
"Lisa, I have something to say to you."
"Just say it, Orlando."
Orlando Bloom takes you into his arms and tilts your chin until your eyes are meeting. His lips twitch. He's going to do it! He's going to kiss you!
He leans forward and-
BRRRRRIIIIIIINGGGGG. BRRRRRIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG.
Your eyes flutter open. You groan.
You roll over, unwillingly, to look at your super bright alarm clock. 5:45...5:45...5:45...
You jump out of bed. It's time to get ready for school.
Orlando will just have to wait.
You smile to yourself, what a crazy dream.
You put on some slippers and open the door, and look out into the bewildering darkness that you know is your home.
You take your steps slowly carefully, as you know that the lightest sound can wake up the rest of your family, even though their own alarm clocks will ring soon.
You walk into your bathroom and turn on the light switch.
It's blindingly bright.
You start brushing your teeth, twice.
You take a long, hot shower. During which, you would have either sung I believe I can fly, or So Yesterday out loud.
You put on your uniform, which is most probably in a heap on the floor, where you left it yesterday.
You blowdry your hair. It makes a lot of noise. But it's okay, most of the household is up anyway. While you blowdry your hair, you start singing I believe I can fly, or So Yesterday out loud.
The one you didn't sing in the shower.
The next part is a blur to you.
You know you must have had breakfast because you fill full, and you know you've packed your bag because it feels heavy, and you know that sometime or rather you had made your way to the station, because you are on the train.
Surrounded by your lovely friends.
You are probably either telling a funny story, and they're laughing.
Or playing cards, and everyone is laughing and you're getting mad that they're cheating.
Nevertheless, you get to school in one piece.
PUMPED for the day that is to unfold.
You barely remember roll call, and on the way to your first lesson, you smile and wave to people passing that you know.
The first two lessons fly right past, and you smile.
Recess.
You make your way to the stairs, and you set down your stuff.
You smile at the easy, breezy, relaxed environment you are in.
Lessons start and you go to the next two lessons, uncaring. It's such a good day.
Lunch.
You head to your locker, which is unfortuntately right at the top.
And you can barely reach it.
One or two of your taller friends are always there to help you take stuff in and out.
You smile.
Your friends are angels.
Lunch goes by so quickly, and you had spent the most of it laughing, talking, drinking, eating.
You head to the last classes of the day.
Although the rest of the class are feeling rather restless, you are still fine, listening, working and laughing when appropriate.
The bell rings for the last time that day, the last you'll hear until the next morning when your alarm clock will ring again.
You take up your seat on the train, weak with relief that you had not died while trying to get into the train with about a hundred other students.
You lean back onto the chair, and talk and laugh and listen.
Life's good.
You walk home, or if you are feeling lazy, someone is driving you home.
You are listening to your favourite song, on repeat. And again and again.
Until you think you can take no more, you turn your music off.
But it's okay because you are home now.
You spend the next few hours either idling, or working. Watching TV, adding to your blog, or
washing the dishes. Folding the clothes, listening to the radio or feeding the dog.
You make light conversation with your family as they slowly come home.
You are most probably reading a romantic comedy, or a historical fiction novel.
Your two most favourite genres.
Your eyelids feel heavy and you know you are about to head into 'Dreamworld' again.
You say a quick prayer, in thanksgiving, repentance and in awe.
You head off to sleep.
"Hey Lisa, where did you go?"
"My apologies, Orlando, I had work to do. Shall we pick up where we left off?"
You smile. You are in Orlando's arms again.
Life is good.
"Just say it, Orlando."
Orlando Bloom takes you into his arms and tilts your chin until your eyes are meeting. His lips twitch. He's going to do it! He's going to kiss you!
He leans forward and-
BRRRRRIIIIIIINGGGGG. BRRRRRIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG.
Your eyes flutter open. You groan.
You roll over, unwillingly, to look at your super bright alarm clock. 5:45...5:45...5:45...
You jump out of bed. It's time to get ready for school.
Orlando will just have to wait.
You smile to yourself, what a crazy dream.
You put on some slippers and open the door, and look out into the bewildering darkness that you know is your home.
You take your steps slowly carefully, as you know that the lightest sound can wake up the rest of your family, even though their own alarm clocks will ring soon.
You walk into your bathroom and turn on the light switch.
It's blindingly bright.
You start brushing your teeth, twice.
You take a long, hot shower. During which, you would have either sung I believe I can fly, or So Yesterday out loud.
You put on your uniform, which is most probably in a heap on the floor, where you left it yesterday.
You blowdry your hair. It makes a lot of noise. But it's okay, most of the household is up anyway. While you blowdry your hair, you start singing I believe I can fly, or So Yesterday out loud.
The one you didn't sing in the shower.
The next part is a blur to you.
You know you must have had breakfast because you fill full, and you know you've packed your bag because it feels heavy, and you know that sometime or rather you had made your way to the station, because you are on the train.
Surrounded by your lovely friends.
You are probably either telling a funny story, and they're laughing.
Or playing cards, and everyone is laughing and you're getting mad that they're cheating.
Nevertheless, you get to school in one piece.
PUMPED for the day that is to unfold.
You barely remember roll call, and on the way to your first lesson, you smile and wave to people passing that you know.
The first two lessons fly right past, and you smile.
Recess.
You make your way to the stairs, and you set down your stuff.
You smile at the easy, breezy, relaxed environment you are in.
Lessons start and you go to the next two lessons, uncaring. It's such a good day.
Lunch.
You head to your locker, which is unfortuntately right at the top.
And you can barely reach it.
One or two of your taller friends are always there to help you take stuff in and out.
You smile.
Your friends are angels.
Lunch goes by so quickly, and you had spent the most of it laughing, talking, drinking, eating.
You head to the last classes of the day.
Although the rest of the class are feeling rather restless, you are still fine, listening, working and laughing when appropriate.
The bell rings for the last time that day, the last you'll hear until the next morning when your alarm clock will ring again.
You take up your seat on the train, weak with relief that you had not died while trying to get into the train with about a hundred other students.
You lean back onto the chair, and talk and laugh and listen.
Life's good.
You walk home, or if you are feeling lazy, someone is driving you home.
You are listening to your favourite song, on repeat. And again and again.
Until you think you can take no more, you turn your music off.
But it's okay because you are home now.
You spend the next few hours either idling, or working. Watching TV, adding to your blog, or
washing the dishes. Folding the clothes, listening to the radio or feeding the dog.
You make light conversation with your family as they slowly come home.
You are most probably reading a romantic comedy, or a historical fiction novel.
Your two most favourite genres.
Your eyelids feel heavy and you know you are about to head into 'Dreamworld' again.
You say a quick prayer, in thanksgiving, repentance and in awe.
You head off to sleep.
"Hey Lisa, where did you go?"
"My apologies, Orlando, I had work to do. Shall we pick up where we left off?"
You smile. You are in Orlando's arms again.
Life is good.
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