My blood was still fully pumped with adrenalin as I was outside of the train station. Hugs and kisses were given from my siblings, Anne, Chris and Tamara huddling me, as attempting to never let go. Anne and Tamara were my oldest sisters, already living away from home and coming to bid me good-bye. My parents had even less decorum, Mum, letting out small tears from her eyes, aggressively wiping them away and then holding onto my fathers arm, her long flowing hair covering her eyes as she stood behind my father that towered over her. Dad hugged me and swung me around a little. This was extremely rare and I couldn't even remember the last time we had hugged before that moment.
It was only as I was left outside of the train station with three large suitcases and a large purple box that I knew that this was it. The silence was almost deafening. After the hype of the day, the solemness of my situation resumed. Is this what freedom feels like? If so, then I guess it takes time to befriend the strange feeling.
Walking through the strangely empty compartments, I sat on the side closet to the window on the right hand of the train. I thought the journey through in my head until I was fully convinced that I knew where I was going. Right, in four stops, I get off at Rose Avenue then get the bus to Black Bow Lane and four blocks down at Dame Street I'm number 4. As I repeated it for almost the forty-third time, my track of thoughts were distracted by a tall silhouette. Sitting on the other side of the train was a handsome eighteen or so year old with slick, slim fit black pair of Ray Bands glasses. Almost everything he was wearing was slim fit, his suit, tie and white shirt. Everything on his clothes screamed Armani. Obviously catching me checking him out, he flashed me a smile. His teeth straight and could be just as white as his shirt. As he smiled, his cheeks bounced up perfectly on his slim face frame, his jaw bones flawless on his face.
I didn't know how to react. Stop looking at him! I shouted at myself. I dropped my gaze and smiled to the floor, not quite reaching his eyes. What was I doing? I could at least have smiled at him. I felt weird and, although I felt shattered, I couldn't sleep now.
Digging around in my suitcase, I took out a small photograph that I had taken in the previous school year. It was a copy of one that I had printed A2 size for my bedroom at home. The photograph was of Skylar and I modelling. Well, trying. We had at that point taken at least three hundred photographs at this point and we were in a Charlie's Angles pose, pointing our hands as guns and looking seductively into the camera. We wore black jackets, mine a leather jacket and hers a cropped trench jacket. We matched in our denim shorts, hers ripped a little and mine a fashionable nearly white-blue colour. I wore black boots, laced, six inch heels and she wore sandal heels that exposed her fashionable white frilled socks.
A smile spread across my face as I looked at the photograph. "Hey" a voice, a little hoarse from taking a nap aroused me from the picture. "It's almost the last stop" his voice matched his looks perfectly and the way the same smile that he had given me before spread across his face, it turned me on a little. "Thanks" I smiled back, properly this time and collected my baggage, trying to subtly stick everything into place without rushing excessively. As the train was going to slow down in four or five minutes, I had no option than to rush everything and try and to position my suitcases in my hand comfortably. I had to squat down a little.
There was no way that I wasn't giving this gorgeous new guy an eye full and as I turned around, prepared to leave, I could see that his smile had stretched further, his lip bitten. Normally, I would have discarded this with any other immature guy but his lips were so hot. I wondered for a while what it would be to kiss them. I don't know where the urge came from but I extended my hand to his "Marie, nice to meet you" my voice was quite and sweet, but confident.
Not even taken aback, the new stranger held out his own large hands to mine, squeezing them softly and quickly passing the length of my fingers before letting go "Nice to meet you" he chuckled a little before he answered again, running his hands through his hair that smoothed obediently to the side, one strand curling on his forehead. As he did, his suit exposed a little of his flesh, his arm tanned and his hairs long. An equally impressive watch on his arm. "I'm sure you'll know me pretty soon, beautiful" his arrogance turned me on even more where it would usually annoy me. I laughed lightly and raised an eyebrow at him. Our eyes met, his dark chocolate eyes melted into my soul and as my eyes looked along the ripples of his body, taking his imaginatively toned body in for one last time, the doors of the train jealously parted us.
* Hey guys, I know the first few chapters weren't very exciting (at all) but this is a reminder of how it will be in the future. When the time comes, I might even have to up the rating to red 16+ for all of y'all... :) How are you liking it? Comment please, I would love to know what you think! Thirty reads in like a week? That's cray! Love you <3 *