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+ 14	Becca (18)
+ 13	Hearing is Believing (2)
+ 11	Diary of Secrets (2)
+ 10	Diary of Secrets
+ 12	Becca (17)
+ 13	Hearing is Believing (1)
+ 20	Hearing is Believing
+ 14	Becca (16)
+ 18	Becca (15)
+ 21	Becca (14)
+ 14	Ravenwood Manor (3)
+ 21	Becca (13)
+ 21	Becca (12)
+ 22	Becca (11)
+ 15	Ravenwood Manor (2)
+ 30	Becca (10)
+ 22	Scream.
+ 24	Ravenwood Manor (1)
+ 36	Becca (9)
+ 26	Ravenwood Manor (Intro)

 

 

 

“I think I’d like to go now.” Aubrey said quietly and I nodded. “Would you mind walking me home? I have never been around this area at night, and I am not sure what to expect.”

“Of course!” I responded too quickly and with a jump I got to my feet. She giggled momentarily before walking out of the doorway and onto the stairwell behind me.

The streets at night were worse than the morning. More homeless beings wandered in search of anything, while some very strange individuals just did their strange things. The prostitutes were also out at this time, but I kept my distance from the harsh-looking women (and the occasional men).

A screech erupted from the hinges that locked the door in place and Aubrey jumped but once she knew what it had been she settled. I couldn’t help but smile and I knew that she too was smiling. Helping her down the several steep steps, we began walking slowly toward Third Street.

We agreed that it would be better not to take the alleys because you never know what might be lurking in the dark shadows. So we went the long way and occasionally talked, but it was mostly silent.

“If you could be anywhere in the world,” Aubrey asked quietly, “where would you be?”

I didn’t even have to think before I replied. “Paris.”

“It’s not that far, you could just take the train.”

“I know, but I need to save up some money…”

“Oh, I could give you some money. It would be my way of—”

“No,” I shook my head, “it’s alright.” I didn’t feel good about taking money from her when the portrait was really for me anyway.

“Olivier.” She said with a melodramatic sigh.

“Well, it shouldn’t take that long since I am able to draw again. Who knows I could even be gone by the end of the week.”

Something about what I said looked like it had saddened her. Aubrey looked past me at the stars, the gesture making her look ancient.

“Just make sure you tell me when you leave, I don’t want to wake up one morning and find that you are not there.” Aubrey’s voice was so soft and sweet I was at a loss of words for a moment.

“You have money so you could just visit me whenever, besides what would it matter if you did wake up one morning and find that I wasn’t there?” I pried with a challenging smirk that she just grimaced slightly at for a second.

“You are the first real person I have met in a long time.”

“So it’s not that you’d miss me or anything?”

“Nope,” she said flatly but I could see a smile bubbling to the surface and neither of us could help but laugh.

“Don’t worry, I will tell you if I do end up going.”

She looked as if she wanted to say something more but kept her lips sealed. A shattering sound to the left made her hand quickly interlock with mine as she squealed and stepped back.

A silver tabby emerged from behind a trash can and we both giggled awkwardly from the ease of knowing it had just been a cat.

“Sorry.” Aubrey apologized and I guessed that she meant the way her hand had slipped into mine. Rather than moving it, she held it there for a minute and stared dreamily into my eyes.

“I never noticed how blue your eyes were.” She said after a minute and I raised an eyebrow at her.

“…Er… thanks…”

“You are welcome.” She then slid her fingers out from mine and we began walking although there was a new edge in the air that was between us. Something strange was happening, but at the time I just couldn’t comprehend what it was.

A moonlit wind gusted through my face and I felt a prickled sensation at my nerve endings. It felt fresh against my hot face that had blushed scarlet during the midst of my conversation with Aubrey. I looked up at the newly awakening crescent that stood at the left of the night sky but my mind was elsewhere.

I have always found that crescent moons were much more beautiful than the full moon but that doesn’t mean I mind the full moon. Superstitious beings will freak out the day before a full moon, but once the lunar object is lit up into a crescent it is always just so calm and peaceful.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone crossing the way and walking in the opposite direction; they seemed to be in a hurry. I sometimes found myself wondering what people were up to at the hours of the night, but it usually slipped my mind later.

We came across a sign that made my heart fall a bit; Third Street.

Walking up the uphill road seemed to take only a few seconds, even though I tried to make it last a lifetime. I was so confused about my feelings at the moment. I had though all I would be feeling would be happy but there was just something about her that made my head flutter with perplexed thoughts.

I looked over at her only to find that she was also looking up at me. I could feel both of our confused feelings bouncing off each other and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was too thinking of the same things I have been thinking about.

I suddenly turned away as we entered the flat area of the rich upper class street. But, even so, her eyes were still locked on me, no matter how hard I tried to keep mine away from her (the fact of knowing she was looking at me made it harder for me not to look at her).

“My house is on the next street past this one; Willowed Avenue.” Aubrey said in that same hushed tone that she had used before.

I nodded to show that I had heard her, but it turned out all crooked and wrong. What is happening to me?

“Do you ever dance?”

“Dance?” I asked with an arched eyebrow; my expression made her smile.

“Yes, dance.”

“Well, I know how to dance; I just usually don’t… why?”

“No reason.” Behind her nonchalant voice and expression I knew there was a deeper meaning to her inquiry, but I didn’t feel like prying.

We turned Willowed Avenue and I felt almost awed at the sudden increase of large houses. They were all beautiful and detailed in a nice Victorian style. I immediately felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness as I remembered my shabby little one-room place.

We continued on until the end of the street where it began to hook around. Aubrey looked over at me and once again placed her hand in mine. I saw her eying my hand with uncertainty before placing it lamely back to my side.

“Thank you, for everything Olivier. I hope to see you soon.” From the small plastered across her porcelain face I knew she meant it.

“I hope to see you soon, too.”

She pecked my cheek softly and I felt myself wanting more, but I shoved away from my impulses as she walked up a narrow driveway to her home.

I stared at her leaving longer than I should have but I couldn’t seem to look away because I truly never wanted her to leave.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I walked back down the road. The stars glistened as I trudged on and I felt myself only thinking of Aubrey.

 

What is so bloody special about her?

So what if she is good-looking she already has enough, she doesn’t need me.

She probably doesn’t even like me; her mind was just thinking of other things.

Why am I asking myself so many damn questions?

 

Third Street came up and I decided to childishly run down the long hill. The wind pulsed through me with brute force and a big toothy smile broke out of my face.

A day that so many good things had happened in had flown by quicker than any other I could recall. I wonder why when you want it to go fast it goes by slow, or when you want it to go slow it goes by fast.

Home was closer than I thought as I once again went through that familiar dark doorway and up the creaky steps.

My bed had never looked more comfortable as I kicked off my shoes, ripped off my shirt and laid across the unmade bed.

Soaking it all in I peered out the window and had the sudden urge to just jump out from it and fly. Of course, it was impossible so I immediately shoved it aside as I reached over to the portrait I had sketched early.

Aubrey looked just as she had before the day had ended so quickly. Beautiful, witty and very mystifying; in fact I found myself wondering her thoughts more than her actual actions.

Rather than thinking about how much I was obsessing over this complete stranger, I just kept well, obsessing.

 

 

 

 

 

(Author's Note: I usually wait until another day to post another ch. but I felt like writing today so here it is!)

(It may be obvious that Olivier is falling for Aubrey, but that doesn't make the ending a predictable one. I know that in the past I have always done somewhat predictable endings and happy ones, but I hope that you will be a tad surprised by this one's.) 

(Please rate!) 

 

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