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Know your headings: (Vic)toria: following her life. Justin: following his life. In sync: following both their lives at the same time.
(same place) ~~~ Freesias Victoria... Toria
walked down the stairs of her house. The hospital had sent her home two weeks
before. Most of the abrasions had healed except for one on her arm and
another below her ear. She
smiled; this was the first day she actually felt really good. No aches or
pains. Staying in bed, for the last two weeks had not been fun. Inactivity
was not Toria’s idea of a good time. She
was dressed and ready to go out. She made her way to the telephone so that
she could call her mom at the store. She
waited as the phone rang. “Freightans. How can I help you?” A soft
female voice announced. “Hey
Jane, it’s Victoria. Can I speak to my mom?” “Victoria?
How are you feeling?” Jane asked. “Pretty
good actually.” “That’s
great! I’ll just go get her for you.” “Thanks,”
Toria said as she was put on hold. Mere
seconds later her mother picked up the phone, “Toria! What are you doing up?
Is something wrong?” She asked frantically. “Everything's
fine! I’m feeling great. I want to come to the store!” “Toria,
I don’t think that’s a good idea! It hasn’t been long since you’ve come back
from the hospital.” “Mom,
I’m fine and I’m coming over!” Toria stated firmly. Her
mother knew that tone. Toria was going to come over if she wanted to and she
couldn’t do anything about it. “Fine!” Toria
grinned, “I knew you’d see things my way. Be there in a bit!” She hung up the
phone, picked up her bag and keys and headed to the store. *** Toria
laughed with her mother as they entered the house four hours later. “...tried
on the floral halter,” Toria laughed. “I
know! Very frightening!” Her mother said laughing too. “So
do you think Ms. Less liked the dress I made?” Toria asked changing the
subject. “Of
course she did. In her exact words, she believes you’re ‘Amazingly
talented!’” “Are
you serious? Ms. Less said that?” Toria said beaming. Ms.
Less was a regular customer at Freightans. She made incredibly large
purchases whenever she was in town. She was also very sweet and undemanding,
which made her a favourite customer. “Firstly
yes she did say that. Secondly stop calling her that it is Ms. Harless.” “Mom
she likes it when I call her that.” “I’m
sure,” her mother said sceptically. “No
really. She loves it!“ Her
mother snorted in response. “Right! At any rate, that’s not the point. She
wants to see more of your work. She’s doing some TV thing in a few weeks and
she might decide to use some of your designs. Your formal wear to be exact!” “TV
thing? No way!” “Yep!
Apparently her son’s some kind of singer. I’m sure he’s not that big. I think
he’s in country or something. Anyway, she has an award show to go to with
him.” “Oh,
it’s probably some local, community show then.” “Most
likely!” Her mother said in agreement. “Oh
well! A show’s a show and it’ll be great exposure.” Toria said ecstatically. “
She wants to see them as soon as possible!” “Ok!
I already have some prepared. I can show her some tomorrow!” “Good,
I’ll call her now and let her know,” her mother replied, picking up the phone
in the living room. Suddenly
the doorbell rang. “Can you get that please Tor?” Her mom said dialling Ms.
Harless’s number. Toria
nodded and made her way to the door. When she opened it, she was surprised to
see a flower delivery guy standing in front of her. “Victoria
Freightan?” He asked hesitantly. “Yes
that’s me,” she acknowledged. “These
are for you. Please sign here.” He pointed a clipboard at her so that she
could sign. That done he placed the flowers in her arms, and with a quick
“Good day!” He was gone. Toria
stood in the doorway astounded. Who would be sending her flowers, especially
such an expensive, lavish arrangement like this one? She looked at the arrangement
of lilies, orchids, roses, and a few other varieties. She
closed the door with the base of her foot as she looked down at them.
Suddenly she noticed the Freesias. They were one of her favourite flowers and
her perfume was an actual mixture of freesias and jasmine. Only Lisa and her
mother knew that. Why
would Lisa get her flowers, when she had already done so a week ago? She made
her way into the living room, and saw that her mom was still chatting with
Ms. Harless. “Ok
Lynn. Tomorrow at noon...Really? Oh that sounds great...Ok, bye now!” As
soon as she was off the phone she turned to see Victoria with the large
arrangement of flowers. “What
beautiful flowers! Who are they from?” She asked. “I’m
not sure.” She looked through the arrangement and saw a pristine white
envelope. She
set the flowers down on her coffee table and sat down to open the envelope.
She took out the note and noticed the firm, bold handwriting. Definitely
masculine. Victoria, There’s a saying that “when words escape, flowers speak.” Corny? Yes!
Truthful? I think so, because right now I’m at a loss for words. I thought
that maybe these flowers would express how sorry I feel, for my part in your
accident. The flowers actually mean something to me. After an annoyingly
hectic day, I had the chance to get away and I happened to smell this scent.
This scent gave me inspiration when I really needed it. When I went into the
flower shop I smelt it. They’re called freesias and they stand for trust.
There isn’t any special meaning behind me giving you the freesias, I don’t
expect you to trust me; I just hope that you can be inspired by them like I
was and that maybe accept this apology. If you want to, you can reply at my
e-mail address [email protected] ~Justin~ Toria
looked up from reading the note. It was brief, to the point and yet she was
touched by it. Her favourite flowers had inspired him; it was an ironic
coincidence that he had picked them out. “So?
What does it say? Who is it from?” Her mother asked nosily. Toria
didn’t want to read it out loud. Somehow she felt that it was personal and
was meant only for her to read. Then an amused thought went through her head.
Who was Justin? “Umm,
mom? Do you know a Justin?” “Justin?
What’s the last name?” Her mother inquired. “I
don’t know. Justin’s the person who sent this bouquet.” Her
mother appeared confused for a moment, then realization gleamed in her eyes.
“Oh, that boy from the hospital who thought that he was at fault for the
accident. He sent those? How sweet of him!” The
guy from the hospital....“The curly blond?” Toria asked tentatively. “Yes!”
Her mother said beaming. Toria
didn’t know what to make of the whole thing. She glanced back down at the
envelope and note in her hands, and saw two rectangular strips she hadn’t
seen before. She took the strips of paper out of the envelope and saw that it
was tickets to see Nsync. Toria looked down at them perplexed. Now why in the
world would he send her tickets to see them? *** Justin... He
couldn’t stop thinking about her. Was she okay? Were her eyes as grey as he
had pictured in his mind? Would she make use of the e-mail address he had
sent her? He
wondered if she had gotten the flowers and the note. He chuckled as he
thought about the note; he had to admit that the note had been a little
corny. He just couldn’t help himself. He
tried to remember which concert he had giving her the tickets for. Then he
remembered that the concert was around the time of the American Music Awards. He
smiled as he remembered his mother, telling him that she had found the most
amazing young designer and she was sure that she would be wearing, as she put
it “a breathless confection of originality” for the AMA’s. Whatever that
meant! He
glanced at himself in the mirror, still getting used to his newly buzzed
head. He had heard himself being called fro boy for the last time…well until
it grew back. The guys though, were still making fun of the drastic change of
his hair. “Chris
get off me man,” A low voice growled. “You
know you like it Lancey!” Justin
chuckled. Speaking of the devils...The guys ran into the dressing room, where
Justin was sitting. “Now,
Guys...” JC admonished. “Now,
Guys,” Chris mocked. Repeating JC’s movements. “Don’t
you ever get tired of this game?” JC said derisively, turning to Chris. “Don’t
you ever get tired of this game?” Chris repeated. “Shut
up!” “Shut
up!” “That’s
it.” “That’s
i-oh no!” Chris’s eyes widened as JC ran after him. Joey who had just come
in, decided to help JC and started running alongside him. Chris ran out of the
room shrieking while the two followed behind Lance,
who was making himself comfortable on the couch, looked at them and rolled
his eyes at Justin. Justin just laughed in response. “Justin
you’ve got to help me,” Chris panted as he came back into the room. He fell
on the floor grasping at Justin’s legs. “For the love of God! Help me!” He
said hysterically. Justin
shook him off his legs and nodded as JC and Joey ran into the room. “You
can’t run away little man.” JC said grinning. “Yeah
he can!” Justin grinned back. He threw two teddy bears (from fans) at the two
and made a quick exit with Chris. He
laughed as the guys chased them down the hall, but even through this moment
of merriment, she was ever present in the back of his mind. |