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Sleeping Beauty


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a story for Valentine. happy late Valentine !

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The prince gave a kiss on Sleeping Beauty to wake her from her sleep..

 

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"I know you," a girl sang in the spotlight, her light brown dress lifted high as she danced around, "I walk with you once.. upon.. a dreaaamm."

 

Dawn's mouth fell open as her purple-outlined glasses fell to her nose. She was kind of frightened of this.. figure singing in front of her. She had to look twice to make sure that the girl's eyelashes weren't artificial. The girl's hair was shiny brown, and again Dawn insisted herself that it was not a result of hair-dying, which was not really allowed in the school.

 

Dawn rolled her eyes at Kelly, who was sitting beside her. Kelly grinned widely. Dawn, afraid that her best friend would burst to her unstoppable (and often offensive) laugh like she usually did, waved her hand at the girl who was still singing, saying, "Enough."

 

The girl stopped. Her big blue eyes stared at Dawn like a little kitten begging for milk. "S-so?" she said. "How did I do there?"

 

"Hmm," replied Dawn, holding back her straightforward personality that often became too hurting in times like this. "Your name?"

 

"Maureen Wanda Folle," she said fast, pronouncing Wanda Folle like Wonder-Ful, and Dawn frowned. "Wanda Folle?" she repeated unbelievingly, seeing her list that clearly mentioned, Maureen Brown. "This is not a pun contest," she snorted sharply. "And.. your singing that you just did there, is so not the quality we're looking for."

 

"N-not the.. q-quality?" the wanda folle girl bursted into tears. "B-but Mommy said that my singing is--"

 

"Mommy is not a vocal teacher, Mommy can't understand notes, Mommy don't know music!!" cut Dawn. "Maureen," said Kelly, more gently, "what Dawn is trying to tell you, is--"

 

"Whatever!" Maureen sobbed, lifting up her long dress and went out of the auditorium.

 

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"Seriously," said Dawn. "Does she really think that her dress makes her look like Aurora?"

 

"Don't be too rude, Dawn," warned Kelly.

 

"Ergggh," she said. Being not rude, was not her thing. Dawn was born with probably the honestest tongue in the world, she could not help holding what she thought without spitting it out of her mouth. She was too straightforward, and this kind of attitude was her only weakness in being the head of the school production team.

 

"How many more should we go?" she asked Kelly, who was too diligent and checked the long list of auditioners.

 

"So that Maureen girl is number 47," said Kelly. "We have 70 auditioners."

 

"No way," moaned Dawn. "Is it so hard just to find a perfect Aurora?"

 

Dawn, as the head of the school productions, was given a task to direct a play for the school's Valentine event. At first she suggested some plays (that involved a lot of fighting and blood), but it was Valentine. She first thought about having a Sleeping Beauty play when she was reminded of what Dawn means : aurora. So she began auditions to find perfect roles. So far, she had got the perfect Maleficient, and then Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. And also Prince Phillip. The hardest part was finding the perfect Aurora.

 

"If auditioner number 48 fails, that's it," she threatened. "We'll change the play. I don't care how much I've strived to type the script, so--"

 

"Okay, Dawn," smiled Kelly. With a louder voice, she shouted, "Number 48!!"

 

A girl entered the auditorium without a voice, her footsteps so graceful and silent, as she bowed politely to Dawn and Kelly. Dawn checked her list. Alexis Brooke, 11C. Geez, the same level as her, although they were in different class! But this Alexis girl was too small and too timid to be an 11th grader. Her body was slim, but short, her pale brown hair and gray eyes were beautiful, but she kept on looking down.

 

"So you auditioned for Aurora?" asked Dawn. Alexis nodded.

 

"Sally, music!" commanded Dawn fast, to Sally, who had been patiently sitting in front of the piano for 2 hours.

 

Alexis opened her mouth to sing. Once Upon A Dream, just like the wanda-folle Maureen sang before. But this time, it was different. Dawn and Kelly were left breathless with her singing. Her voice was so soft, so alive, as if she was really in the forest, dancing with the morning breeze, in Aurora's forest dress. Dawn winked at Kelly. Now this is what I'm looking for, she thought.

 

"Okay stop," said Dawn. "Alexis?"

 

"Uhuh?" asked the girl shyly.

 

"Why are you so shy?" asked Dawn. "You have a wandafolle--sorry I mean wonderful--voice! You're the Aurora we're looking for!"

 

"Really?" Alexis's cloudy eyes widened, she stared at Dawn and Kelly happily. Kelly nodded. "Finally, after all this time sitting on this chair, there's something worth to watch!"

 

"Welcome to the school productions," Dawn stood up and shook Alexis's hand. "You'll receive the playscript soon, so.. way to go!"

 

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Dawn was in the computer room, her laptop on the table, her eyes were focused on the screen. School was out half an hour ago, and the school was nearly empty (the only room still noisy was the detention room), but she had tonnes of job to do. One of them, was redoing some parts of her Sleeping Beauty script which was not too satisfying for the school.

 

"Busy?" a voice greeted her.

 

Dawn turned her head to the open door. "Jared.."

 

Jared took a stool and sat beside Dawn, peeking her work. "Ah, Miss Director is busy, I suppose," he said with a made-up royal accent.

 

"Oh, so now that I've chosen you as Prince, you began to act like one," Dawn slapped his back jokingly. "Shut up."

 

"Wow, the romance," Jared read Dawn's typings on the scene where Prince Phillip and Aurora first met, in the forest. "So you have a romantic side too, girl?"

 

"You kidding me," muttered Dawn. "If not, than who else could be the key to success in the school's High School Musical play last Christmas, or Romeo and Juliet last summer, or--"

 

"Yeah right," cut Jared. "I have the answer. Moi!!"

 

Dawn laughed. If there was a handsome dreamy guy at school who could steal hearts of the audiences in every school plays, it was Jared. Jared was an active member of the school productions team, often being the main role in every play. He could perfectly recite the dialogues Dawn had arranged for him--painful ones, romantic ones, wrathful ones, everything.

 

"So, who's the Aurora?'' he asked, because this time he was chosen as Prince Phillip. "I don't want those sweet words to be said if I have to say it to a dork or something."

 

"I've directed 13 school plays," said Dawn. "How could I choose a dork to be Aurora? You'll like your princess. Alexis Brooke from 11C, know her?"

 

"Alexis.." he paused for a minute. "Oh yea, isn't she that new girl who always stays in the corner?"

 

"Yep," agreed Dawn. "The shy type. But she has amazing skills, and you and her--perfect image!"

 

"Let's just see," Jared shrugged, and left the room. Dawn closed her Microsoft Word and tidied her laptop, before running out of the room with him.

 

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"Uh!!"

 

Dawn drowned herself in her blanket and screamed as loud as her heart could. It was the sixth practice, and Valentine would be in two days.

 

No, it was not her major director dilemma. In fact, everything had been going perfectly fine. As everybody predicted, Alexis could soon enough forget her shy attitude and turn into a flawless Aurora as Dawn and Kelly wanted. She was also a quick-witted one, she did not take long to memorize the script Dawn had written for her, not like that stupid Flora or King Stephen who took a week just to memorize them.

 

And Jared--why ask? He was doing excellent as usual. Maybe he was the playful, loud kind of guy on the outside, but when he stepped on stage and the spotlight shone on him, he would morph into a captivating prince, amazing Dawn and all the other crews. But mostly Dawn.

 

This was not a surprise, really. Dawn had spent every school production moment with him, seen him becoming different dreamy figures she always wanted, so how could she not fall for this guy? She had always enjoyed having him as company, and surely some had said that she just chose Jared again, this time, because of her feelings.

 

That was partly right, but Dawn was a fair director.

 

But things weren't really going well for Dawn now.

 

It had been three weeks of practise, twice in a week, and Alexis had been closer and closer to Jared day by day. Every recess they would sit on one table and recite dialogues together, and every time school was out Jared offered Alexis a drive home. Dawn could only watch. And slowly, a new feeling crept into her heart.

 

What was this? Dawn had never felt like this before. Dawn was not a jealous type. Why should she be? She had a lot of true friends in school, she achieved good marks, she had such a strong position in school as the head of school productions.. but it was not easy to watch the guy whom she had been spending time with all along, slowly drifting away from her and got into a 'friendly' relationship with Alexis. They were always together, every second. Uh, why did she choose Alexis to be Aurora in the first place?

 

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It was all her fault. Dawn sat still on her bed, plugging her earphones on the loudest possible volume, her heart still burning with envy. That afternoon, they were finally practising the finale, where the prince would wake the princess with his true love kiss.

 

Damn that Alexis girl..

 

Dawn closed her eyes, as a song was played on the radio. Taylor Swift. She used to love this song so much, she used to scream along to this song as Jared slammed his guitar, but now? She could only stay still as cold droplets roll through her cheek, and then to her chin. Was she crying? She did not even remember the last time she cried and now? She was crying, just over a guy?

 

Dawn, you crybaby..

 

She drowned her mind into the lyrics of the song, which seemed louder and louder every second.

 

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you.. been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me.. Standing there and waiting at your back door, all this time, how could you not know, baby? You belong with me.. You belong with me..

 

"Jared, I'm right here.." Dawn's hand moved to her cellphone. It was a pic of her, Jared and Kelly, which she took last year when they went on a vacation together. "How could you not notice me at all? I've been here all along, Jared.."

 

Have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me?

 

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"It's show day!!" shouted Kelly excitedly, all the crew gathered in the backstage, all thrilled and controlled by nervousness. The decoration team had finished decorating the stage for the first scene--a palace, where Aurora was first born. Together, they gathered to help the actors to dress up.

 

Alexis was ready for her first appearance. She looked amazing, Aurora's blue gown fit perfectly on her. Dawn watched in disgust. She hated that Alexis girl more than ever now.

 

Dawn peeped the auditorium. It was different now, with fluffy, pink hearts all over the walls. The ushers were already there, their heads 'beautified' (at least Kelly thought it's beautiful) with a heart-patterned hairband. Dawn walked to one of the dressing rooms, where she heard Jared's voice.

 

"Hey."

 

Jared was sitting in front of a mirror. He was also all dressed up, with his knightly suit for the first appearance where he walked through the forest and met Aurora. This time, his princely face was blanketed by nervousness.

 

"What if I can't do this?" he asked Dawn. Dawn sat beside him and circled her hands around him. "C'mon buddy," she said. "We've been through a lot together. I trust you.."

 

"Thanks," he smiled. "Dawn.. you're like the writer of my life. And this," he pointed at the Sleeping Beauty script on his table, "this is one of the greatest stories you've set up in my life."

 

Dawn smiled. "Honestly I don't really like this story," she admitted.

 

"So what do you like?"

 

"Prince Phillip left the forest after meeting Aurora," Dawn said, "and on his way, he met another princess..

 

"And when he saw her, he thought, this is the Sleeping Beauty I'm supposed to be with.. this is the girl I've been looking for my whole life.

 

"So he fell for her, and took her as his princess. Forever.."

 

After that, a very long silence clouded the room. Jared stared at her. "You know what?" His voice broke the silence. "I like that one better."

 

Dawn was startled. "What?"

 

"Aurora, I.. I love you."

 

And then, he slided closer to her and kissed her.

 

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But everything faded away with that kiss, and now Dawn found herself standing behind the stage, a thousand applouses flooded the auditorium. Jared and Dawn were dancing on the palace ballroom. It was already the finale?

 

So it was just her daydreaming..

 

And finally, the dancing ended. Everyone stood up as all the cast came forward to give their one last bow.. but Dawn did not move from her spot. She felt tears collecting in her eyes, as she remembered one of the sentences she had written on her script.

 

The prince gave a kiss on Sleeping Beauty to wake her from her sleep..

 

"And you did wake me up, Jared," she whispered in tears, as she remembered her dream before. "You wake me up from my aimless, endless dream about you.. You wake me up and make me realize, that it's not meant to be.."

 

She watched as Jared and Alexis held hands and bowed together. Yea, Alexis was much more worthed than herself. And maybe, she would be so much better without him.

 

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14/02/10

 

My Geek Prince


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For Dee, Ed, Brian, and all the other online freaks out there. Long live internet! :p

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"Honey, I'm off to the supermarket.
Here's a glass of chocolate milk and some peanut cookies.
xoxo, Mom"

Vanessa shrugged and threw the note into the dustbin with a grin. Now here's what she liked : no homework, all her family members gone to nowhere, and the whole apartment room was just for her alone. Carrying the glass of milk and plate of cookies, she ran to the upstairs room.

As usual, her small bedroom was already cold. She never turned her air-conditioner off when she left for school. And if her father grumbled about the electricity bills, she would just put her angel mask on and said that it was her brother Sam who's always turning his games on. No biggy.

She threw her bag on the gray carpeted floor, together with her short blue socks. And then, without minding her sweaty uniform shirt, she jumped on her bed and opened her Macbook.

Just like every other ordinary evenings, she would see the same writing on her screen. Signing in as v_sleepyhead. And she would just stick her eyes to the screen, for one whole evening, until her parents would come home and yell at her for dinner. Vanessa's world was just as far as her hazel contact lenses could see through the laptop screen. Not more.

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Unlike other evenings, she could only see 3 people online at that moment. One was her so-called friend at gym class, one was her friend from her old school, and another was some dude which she forgot why he ended up on her contact list.

Sipping her glass of chocolate, Vanessa only yawned in boredom. Ah, why would all her friends choose to do the History extra credit assignment today, when she really wanted to chat with them, while the submission was still three weeks to go? Those poorly-achieving traitors, she thought snobbily.

While she was half over with her second cookie, a new window popped on her screen.

j.man11 hi :D
j.man11 home already?

Vanessa almost choked on her cookie. Ah, this dude again.

Vanessa knew him from a 3D Chat website, where she could chat with just any random people online. Not like other people she had chatted with there, rude people, perverts, and underaged kids, this jman dude was quite easy-going. After 3D-chatting for nearly half an hour without Vanessa ending up punching, slapping, or boxing this dude's avatar, they exchanged Yahoo Messenger IDs.

v_sleepyhead yep, so boring here
v_sleepyhead no one's ol =.=
v_sleepyhead damnit fools
v_sleepyhead n u appear offline? :p

After a long period of collecting her woman powers and releasing them to force and threaten this guy to tell Vanessa his name and so on, the guy introduced himself as Justin. They knew a lot about each other, about how Vanessa attended a pathetic school near her house in Boston, and how Justin studied in an elite school in New York, and so on. Online bestfriends? Sort of.

j.man11 roflmao
j.man11 yea, many ppl are ol n im too lazy 2 chat with them
j.man11 but now dat u're ol
j.man11 makes a difference, ehehe

Without Justin knowing, she was probably head over heels on this guy.

He was just so fun to talk to. He had the best jokes, from cheesy to crazy. And when Vanessa was trapped in detention she would just sign in on eBuddy and spit out all her feelings and chatting with him was just the perfect remedy.

But her feelings for him seemed to shallow down, when it came to one Tuesday night about a week ago.

They were just chatting as usual, and Justin asked Vanessa if they could exchange pictures.

Being forced again and again, Vanessa agreed. She sent her best (and only) picture, herself in a purple t-shirt, gray jacket and a cute blue hat with a teddy doll. Justin told her that she looked wonderful and Vanessa almost broke her apartment's roof flying when she heard that, but it all ended when Justin sent her his picture.

He looked horrible, really.

Justin, to her surprise (and mostly hysteria), was a geek with a miserable body posture that looked like he had only been fed twice a week, with zits all over his pale skin, his nose red with what he said to be cinnamon allergy, and then a pair of enormous glasses covering his black eyes. His hair was light brown, nearly orange (which was Vanessa's least favourite colour, fyi), curly, covering his dirty forehead. He was wearing a polka-dot patterned shirt buttoned until his neck, and then baggy pants, and on his stick-like right hand, was a tacky lavender watch which he was proud of ("It glows with 7 different colors," he boasted).

So now, the cliche idiom was proven.

All that glitters (even in 7 different colors) is not gold.

Vanessa yelled worse than when her friend brought her to killerjo.net.

She fell in love with a.. nerd? Geek? Eww!

The next second her mother just entered and scolded her for waking Sam.

Vanessa could only be thankful that she just knew him online.

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v_sleepyhead pff
v_sleepyhead hahaha

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Last message received at 16.37 PM
j.man11 hey V girl
v_sleepyhead yea? o.O
j.man11 im off to boston this weekend!!
v_sleepyhead :o

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That ':o' thing was all Vanessa could type. Ah, was this geek implying that he wanted to meet her?

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j.man11 r u free this saturday?
v_sleepyhead quite :D
j.man11 great! can we meet somewhere?
v_sleepyhead emm
v_sleepyhead gonna ask my mom first
v_sleepyhead where shud we meet? xD
j.man11 lets c. what about sour sally?
v_sleepyhead dat wuld be great :D
v_sleepyhead just gimme ur number
v_sleepyhead gonna b easier to call u l8er

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"Mom, let me help you with the groceries," said Vanessa after pressing the Be Right Back button on her messenger. Her mother was home, bringing in five or six big plastic bags. After tipping Pete, the apartment worker who carried her groceries all the way to her room in the 8th floor, she got inside.

"Mom... emm, can I... go out, this Saturday?" asked Vanessa, putting in two milk cartons and some packets of Cadbury into the fridge.

"Really? Where?" asked Mom.

"Sour Sally," she said. "No worries, I'll use my own money, I'm going to.. meet a friend."

"Oh, who?" asked Mom again, making Vanessa wonder why her father would choose such a woman who couldn't just zip her mouth. "Rachel? Betty? Cindy?" And always acted like she was just in her early 20s and hung out with all Vanessa's friends. Sigh.

"Sure that," Vanessa nodded uneagerly.

"Ah, you should've told me that in the first place," Mom smiled. "Of course you can go."

"Great!" Vanessa nodded.

Just two more days and she was gonna meet Justin eye-to-eye.

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It was Saturday.

Vanessa woke up at 11 that day. Quite a record, taking note that she usually slept at 3 a.m. and then get up at 1. She really loved Saturdays--she was free from homework, she was free to sleep at any time she want, she could just lay on her bed in pyjamas all day. Peeking through her window, the sky was grayish blue, and she could feel a friendly breeze sweeping through her curtain. Perfect.

After taking a quick bath, Vanessa dressed herself with a navy t-shirt, and then black vest, and short jeans. After a long struggle to tie her Converse, she ran downstairs.

"Morning sis," the messy Sam who was half-awake greeted her. He was still in his pyjamas, dozing lazily on the sofa, watching the same old Mr Bean episode that was always repeated and repeated on TV.

"You have bad sense of entertainment," Vanessa mocked straightly. She sat and poured a glassful of water, and then ate a plate of toast served on the table. Nice life.

"So where are you going?" asked Sam, when Mr Bean went on a break.

"Lunch at Sour Sally," Vanessa gulped her glass of water all at once and took her bag. "With friends. Just... have fun with your silly uncle Bean. Bye, Sammy!"

"Yogurt for lunch?" mumbled poor Sammy to himself, but his sister already left.

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After cursing all those slow and hungover taxi drivers down the street, Vanessa could finally attempt to reach Sour Sally. She felt no more need of calling Justin to ask him where he was and so on. If he did--whoa, what would that boy think? She couldn't wait to meet her geek prince? Eww, so not happening.

So Vanessa just parked her Mercedes and got down. She was just 15, but every police would just believe when she told them she's already a legal 17-year-old driver because of her height.

"Welcome, your orders please?" greeted a green-hatted waitress with a fully charged youth spirit.

"Original, medium," Vanessa ordered fast. "Mochi and brownies, please."

"That would be 3 bucks," said the waitress, her fingertips ran fast on the keyboard. "Your name, Miss?"

"Kelly," said Vanessa as she paid. Lying to various cashiers from different restaurants about her name was Vanessa's secret hobby. "Thanks!"

Now, where's that geek?

Vanessa noticed all the people that entered. A couple of boyfriend and girlfriend, wearing the same couple tee. Ergh, lame. Then a fat Spanish mother with two children. And then some brunette ladies who only came to ask where the toilet in that mall was.

Clearly enough, all those people, and also all the other people who were sitting on those cute pink and green chairs, did not own the possibility to be Justin.

Ah, so not only Boston guys could 'break their watch', Vanessa frowned.

Vanessa had swallowed her last piece of brownies when she stared at her watch. Darned, it was already 1! She was here since 12. Wasn't it enough that she ate that delicious cup of yoghurt in her slowest speed? One of the janitors had stared at her table with a blood thirsty look since 20 minutes ago. But that damnit geek hadn't showed up yet. She plugged one of her earphones in her one ear and played her iPod, still whining.

Ah, what a bad Saturday. Daniel Powter was cursing and laughing at her with Bad Day through her ears.

Before grumbling any further, Vanessa turned to the glass door as she saw it open.

Ah, but this couldn't be Justin.

A guy entered, walking in a constant pace. His sea green eyes looked around impatiently, as if looking for something--or more possibly, someone. He looked perfectly handsome, his athletic body covered in a gray-black checked shirt, partly slipped into his dark jeans.

Vanessa was just about to click on Twitter Mobile and tweet about having her what-turns-out-to-be-awesome Saturday when the guy unexpectedly approached her.

"Vanessa?"

Her jaws fell open, she was sure one of those mochis in her stomach almost jumped out through her throat. She didn't even remember to turn her iPod off.

How could this guy know her name?

"Emm--yea?" she finally collected herself and answered, standing up.

"You're Vanessa, right?" the guy offered his hand and Vanessa shook it nervously. "I'm Justin."

"Holy mackerel!!" Vanessa's uncontrollable volume echoed, the loud shout she had been holding in her heart long enough just bursted through her mouth. "But that geeky picture you sent me--"

Justin smiled, and on the chair in front of her. "Well.. can I tell you something?"

"Of course," Vanessa nodded, also sitting down.

"As you see.. this is the real.. the real j.man11. The real Justin. That geek picture I sent you isn't me.. it's just a neighbor who visits me often to borrow my advanced chemistry notes," explained Justin.

"Aha," Vanessa replied absent-mindedly, not really aware of what Justin was telling her, too captivated of that princely figure in front of her.

"At school, everybody wants to be my friend just because of.. what you're staring at unstoppably," he continued a little sarcastically. "When they are asked about me all they just say was.. hot. Cool. Handsome. Charming. And so on. Nobody has ever said something about me being friendly. Or helpful. Or anything else, really..

"So I am quite a loner in my school. I spend most of my time online, and I love meeting different people on the net. I mean, imagine! The internet is the only place I can find real friends who love you for who you are.." he continued, "Whenever they asked me my picture I would just give them that geek picture and after that, they'd never chat with me anymore," Justin laughed a little. "But when I chat with you it's just different."

Vanessa's hand trembled, was it the air-conditioner or her? The way he stared at her, the way he spoke, everything in him was too breathtaking for her..

"So.. what do you think of the picture I sent you?" Justin asked. Vanessa cleared her throat before answering, "Emm, you're--I mean that guy--is just so horrible," she giggled. "So I was kind of... scared. To meet you today."

"Exactly," Justin nodded. "You knew I looked horrible but you still reply my chats anyway. When I'm alone at home, when I'm lonely, when I'm unable to sleep... you're always there. That's what I like about you."

Vanessa smiled. She was never more thankful than today, when she recalled of how her conscience always convinced her to appear offline when Justin chatted with her but instead she refused and kept on chatting. Maybe it was true, the thing that made her fall over him was just.. the real him. His friendliness, his kindness.

"I'm so glad to meet you today," Vanessa's voice broke the prolonged silence. "Thanks for coming for me."

"Me too," agreed Justin. "I really should leave now. But I'm staying over at some near place around here, so I guess I'll... meet you often?"

Vanessa nodded shyly. "Of course," she said.

"From now on we're gonna start all over," Justin walked to the cashier to order his take away meal. Again, he offered his hand to Vanessa, "Hi I'm Justin."

"And I'm smitten," blurted Vanessa without thinking further, but she coughed and quickly corrected, "I mean.. Vanessa."

"Nice to meet you," his sea green eyes met her hazel ones, and before long it was just a new feeling that clouded both of them.

Vanessa smiled. She was drowned in the song played through her earphone. Miley Cyrus. One of her favourites.

And the 7th thing, I like the most, that you do :
You make me love you..

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v_sleepyhead is offline.

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Thanks for reading! xoxo

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Art Museum


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Note to Angga : I know you're bored, but all my fans never get bored of this story *fans?* akakak. Enjoy!

“And if you look closely over there is a painting of Paul Livingston IX in 1802. The sculpture on your left is—“


Blah.. and blah.. and blah. The words which sounded more like barfing sound from Elaine—the museum guide—‘s mouth just bypassed me like (un)pleasant breeze. Phbbtt—just half an hour in this art museum tortured me like hell! I still can’t believe I gave up skateboarding to attend this stupid museum tour.

“Knock knock, Trevor?” another barfing sound approached me. I jumped in annoyance and frowned. “What now, huh?”

“Put your head on, Mister!” she scolded me in front of the others. “You should be proud being able to visit your family’s museum to learn about the fascinating history of the great vendetta between your family and Bachelors 200 years ago, young man! And I—“

“—will be very glad if you go home,” I continued that freakish woman’s sentence in a woman’s tune, as if I was her. Then I continued in my normal voice, “Okay then Elaine, I’ll run home. Chop chop!”

“No you’re not going anywhere Mister. Your father ordered me not to let you go until you can write me one piece of summary about what you learnt today. And I’m not going to give up my 200 bucks this time!”

“Oh what does that old man know,” I muttered, walking away. “Okay I’ll do my work—see ya!”

“Trevor—wait.”

“What now?”

“Be sure to meet me at the museum lobby before 6 p.m later,” said Elaine in a deep tune.

“Riiight… the museum closes at 6?”

“Actually they close it at 6:06.”

“Weird much?” I commented. “Why?”

“Pathethically people still believe that spirits of the dead Bachelors often wander around this place at 6:06—the time which is believed when the Livingstons defeated them. Just… follow orders, Trevor.”

“Funny.”

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Wandering alone in that museum, I kept on grumbling about that wacky thingy guiding me around this suckish museum. Man!



I stared at the paintings framed in golden (which I guarentee was fake gold) borders in amazement. Yeah.. maybe the paintings here weren’t that bad after all. Another voice in my head told me—hey, I should’ve been proud being a Trevor Livingston—a Livingston whose family history was noted a 3000-bucks-a-day-profit museum.

Most of the painting kinda bored me. Buildings, houses, churches, and castles. But one of the paintings kinda showed an exact picture of the vendetta between our family and the Bachelors long time ago—a story which almost got me collapsed when Ma recited it to me.

As I gazed at the paintings, my eyes fell on the words carved below the painting.

1798, the bitter and endless vendetta between two families began—a vendetta which ended with despair and death on one side of the family—a vendetta which caused the Livingstons seem to be the richest family of Arizona today and the Bachelors to be gone—all vanished forever. The death of the Bachelors was kept unknown-- swept under the rug until today. Signed, 2002.

What the heck, I thought. Poor Bachelors, hahah. If they were still alive today, I bet they’d be around to seek revenge.

I continued walking in the empty corridor filled with paintings. Until I reached a kind of hallway, leading me to a new room in that museum.



Now why did the temperature get cooler? Ah, don’t be too paranoid Trevor—it was just the AC. I zipped my sweater and kept walking inside this narrow room.

Woosh, woosh, woosh.

Heyy, it sounded kinda like the paintbrushes in stupid Mr. Linton’s art class. Was anyone painting here? Oh, please. Put a sock in it..

Soon I saw a young girl, about my age, painting on a canvas. I couldn’t really see her face with the canvas covering part of it, but she sure was—ehmm—pre-tty, he-eh. Her crimson eyes seemed to glow in that dim-lighted room as she kept on painting.

I couldn’t really see the painting, tho. Those two crimson eyes centered at the canvas. She didn’t even seem to realize someone was watching her.

“H-hey,” I greeted. “Excuse me?”

Aha—now those two eyes were moving. However her velvetty right arm kept on moving gracefully (ahh, hyperbolic) on the canvas—she didn’t stop painting.

“Hi,” she said softly. “I don’t know you’d be interested to visit such a museum.”

“Lol,” I grinned. “Well actually I don’t. It’s just—my dad forced me to be here—he kinda—err.. grounded me.”

She didn’t seem to have any interest on what I just said so I continued, “And you—whatcha doing here?”

“Me too—following orders,” she replied without stop waving her brush here and there.

“What orders?”

“You’ll see,” she gave a thin smile.

“So—what are you painting?” I asked her again.

“You’ll see,” she said again. Patient, Trevor… try again.

“So!” I said, trying to make a cheerful tune. “The paintings and sculptures in this museum are—awesome, eh? I heard all of them were made based on what has happened in the past.”

“Correction,” stated the girl. “All the paintings here describe what has happened and what will happen.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.. the Bachelors were said to be much of genius fortune-tellers.”

“Oh, of course, of course,” I decided to agree on whatever she said, though for me, I wasn’t even sure if the Bachelors were born with sufficient brain capacity.

“Anyways—I’m Trevor Livingston. And you are--?”

Cold breeze seemed to swept over my two feet—although I was wearing sneakers and thick socks back then—as the window behind the girl shockingly wiped open. It began to get darker outside—and oh, my, God, I am so scolded by Elaine. I guess it was already 6 and I hadn’t went out!

“Violet…” she said, turning back her canvas so I could see it, reaaaal slow. Dramatic much, eh?

“…Violet Bachelor.”

I gasped in terror as all of my body felt like freezing. No matter how I tried to walk away, I simply couldn’t. My two eyes caught that painting—a picture of a girl who looked just like Violet holding a sword, pointing the sword to a boy who looked even more alike like me.

All of a sudden Violet’s words she just said began echoing in my head, repeatedly, again and again. From a soft, gentle tune as it was, it turned deeper—fiercer, meaner, and crueler, like a hissing snake.

"...spirits of the dead Bachelors often wander around this place at 6:06."

“All the paintings here describe what has happened and what will happen.”


Slowly, her voice, her face, everything, began to fade away. Somebody must have turned the speaker in my ears to a lower voice—until nothing was left to hear, to see. end