Writer’s Note: Um ok the following is a romantic story. Usually romance is not my thing but I thought of experimenting with it anyway. So, most probably you are going to hate reading it but ah well just experimenting. P.S. The pink italics are the thoughts/experiences of the girl from her perspective. That was also something new I was trying out… So yea, don’t hate to much?

It was yet another costume party with no purpose whatsoever for him. He had no idea how he used to end up attending these “couples preferred” dance parties but yet again here he was. The room was dimly lit with soft music playing on the stereo as couples danced the night away. “Pathetic…” he thought to himself whilst he made a funny, annoying face to his friend dancing with his girl friend not far away. His friend chose to ignore his facial banter however someone giggled. There in a corner, she stood with her hand before her mouth, giggling at his action. He knew it was due to him because as soon as she saw him she slightly blushed and looked away.

Normally, he would let incidents like these pass but this time something was different. He just couldn’t take his eyes of that girl. She was almost the same age as him, with a beautiful body. She wasn’t hot or sexy but in fact she was cute. She looked up; her hair, slightly fringed, waved aside from her face and finally he had a glimpse of her whole face. Her eyes twinkled even in the dim light, whilst her facial features beamed beauty from every angle. Her smile, slightly crooked, gave small dimples on her cheeks making her, “Oh so more alluring.” She wasn’t perfect in looks but he was attracted towards her. An inexplicable aura made her the most appealing girl in the whole hall to him. He could tell she was different from any other girl he have had ever seen, he could tell she was different and as she stood there alone also kind of shy.

She stood alone, feeling awkward as the couples in front of her danced. She was so bored, yet she had to stay. As she looked around trying to locate her friends, at a distance she saw him. By the looks of him, he seemed like the only other person in the room who looked as bored as her. He was tall, thin and quite handsome. “Too bad he had to cover his face with that stupid mask.” She thought to herself as she stared and secretly admired his ruffled up hair and near to perfect smile. He was apparently making faces at one of the couples dancing not far from him. She couldn’t help but giggle loudly. “Oh shit… I hope he didn’t hear that.” She looked up but he had heard her and as their eyes met she saw a certain admiration in his eyes for her that made her blush. “Umm… better pull myself together, he’s just another guy.” She thought to herself as she looked up again and tried to locate her friend. “But he is a real cute guy…” a voice inside of her popped up. “Well, he is handsome…”

“Excuse me?”

Huh?”  She looked around… It was him. He seemingly had made his way across the room while she was busy arguing with herself.

“Hi…” He said as he couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

“Um.. Hi” she replied, looking down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.

“I usually don’t do this, but umm…” He tried to complete his sentence but every word he chose to compliment her was falling short.

She looked up, intrigued. He carried a confused, helpless look on his face. She couldn’t help but smile at the helplessness.

“Well… I was trying to say that you…”

“Hmm…?” She chuckled on the inside as this was the first time she had ever seen a guy lost for words for flirting.

“Umm… well you see that I saw you and couldn’t help but wonder…”

Aww… he looks so cute, stuttering like an idiot.” She thought to herself.

The song changed. “It’s now or never…” he thought to himself as he automatically extended his hand towards her whilst his eyes looked first towards the dance floor than towards her, questioningly.

Her eyes met his and she couldn’t help but see care and adoration in them. “I would be glad too.” She said as she gently placed her hand on his. There was a rare twinkle of happiness in her eyes.

As he stood there like an idiot, hoping she would understand he couldn’t help but stare in her eyes. They were beautiful and radiated innocence. And as she placed her hand in his, he couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest guy in the room.

As he held her hand, she seemed more delicate than he had perceived. Something deep inside him was yelling at him to never let go of this hand. His heart beat was accelerating and adrenaline was pumping through his blood.

Her heart skipped a beat as he grabbed her hand. It was a firm yet gentle grip. There was something she just couldn’t put her finger on. Something that was making her forget everything around her…

As he slowly wrapped his arm around her waist he smiled at his fortune. For now, nothing mattered to him. Not the fact that his friends were staring at him dumbfounded, nor that some were pointing at him and making jokes. The only one that mattered was her…

As his arm gently wrapped itself around her waist, she couldn’t help but feel safe… She felt like nothing in the world could harm her now… that every pain she ever felt had somehow been sucked out of her and replaced with an eternal euphoria.

As they slowly danced, their grips tightened and by the fourth song the formalness of the dance had long since vanished. Now they just were holding each other tightly, moving very slowly. Her head was resting on his shoulder as her hands gripped him tightly from the back.

“Um… you know, I wanted to tell you earlier that you are beautiful.”

Really?”, She looked up into his eyes. There were no sign of flirtation on his face. His eyes were sincere.

“Well, yes.” He smiled as he pushed her hair aside from her face, lovingly caressing her cheek.

So, are you supposed to be zoro?” She said as she slowly removed his mask.

Kind of, and you are…” he stared at her elegant black evening gown and blurted… “Um Helen of Troy?”

She chuckled. “You know you are really bad at flirting.” She looked into his eyes affectionately.

“Sorry…” he grinned embarrassingly as he stared back lovingly and leaned forward.

She leaned forward as if a mysterious force was pushing her towards him.

He could feel her breath on his lips, as he slowly licked his own. His lips lingered for a touch of those fragile, pink lips… Or inaptly put, “the nectar of the Gods…”

“So is he going to stare all night?” She thought to herself. She was craving for a kiss now and his lick had just enticed her more.

Their lips were only an inch away… his hand was now at the back of her head; slowly moving through her hair.

The moment seemed to last forever. Yet she somehow didn’t mind. She just wanted to stay in his arms forever… This was her castle now and she, its only queen.

Finally their lips met in a wet, delicate yet passionate kiss… None of them bothering to notice the empty dance floor or the fact that the music had stopped playing ages ago…


35 Responses to “Story”

  1. awwwww.. Lovely story 🙂 🙂
    Loved your writing style… 🙂

  2. 🙂 u could do better 🙂

  3. Lol this was really cliche. 😛
    But I liked it. 🙂

  4. aw this is so cute and sweet and it’s written in your own style… Which is always so good to read…

    So who is?
    You still with her?


  5. O.O oye!!!! now WHY on earth would you write something like this.. WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

  6. I always had a softer side i just don’t show it… everyone has a heart -.- 😛 anyhow its not an excuse its how it is 😛

  7. if it can happen once… it can happen again… 😛

  8. Lol, that is something of your own undertaking 😛 I do not force anyone to visit 😛

  9. im not scary… 😛 well i might be just a bit.. 😛

    nah still wanna see more posts like this.. see if u can polish up and do better… 😛 writing like this is an art in itself… im sure you have some formulas u can apply to this… 😛

  10. No actually that was a trailer 😛 about 6 lines long 😛

  11. @asma i know

  12. No its not -.-

  13. Well WHAT THE HELL.
    Good as it was, ignoring the vulgar kiss, but this SUCKS to come out from a realistic person who is too rude-for-stuff-like-this’s mouth.
    So tell “her” that I liked the character but tell “yourself” that I didn’t like that try-on-romance.

  14. And to all who said it wasn’t a good read, tell them to shut up, because I pretty much as well enjoyed it.

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