| Chapter 3 |
| As I flipped through my dad's adress book on his desk I was wondering why Christian wanted me? He didn't even know me. We had only met a couple days ago. I found the address and fifteen minutes later showed up in front of their door. I knocked on the door and looked down at the beautiful yellow rose I was holding. The door squeeked as it opened and Mark appeared in front of me. "Is Christian here?" I asked nervously. He pointed over at the black leather couch facing the television. "Christian, will you come with me for a walk?" I asked him. He got up and followed me out into the hall. We walked together down the hall and through the city. "So..." Christian started. "I'm sorry but I cannot go out with you. No musicians. I'm sorry." I blurted out, covering my mouth after realizing how blunt I sounded. "Your father is a producer/musician/record company exective and your mom is a writer/singer..." Christian began until I cut him off. "Yes, and my brother Wyatt plays just about every instrument imaginable, I know." "All of this and you have never dated a musician?" He finished. "Yeah, I have dated musicians. And, that's why I will never date them again." I explained. "What happened?" He asked. "Oh gosh...um, where do I start. Well Mason, my high school boyfriend, who I was with for 5 years, became "too good" for me when his band got a number one single in Canada, thanks to me showing his demos to all of the producers here. Jason cheated on me with a number of his dancers and groupies. Travis dumped me in front of his whole band and everyone at one of his shows, which he begged me to come support him at. And, well then there was Derrick who ODed on cocaine and died one night after a show. It took me four guys to figure this out, no more musicians. It's too easy to get hurt." I said walking along looking at the ground, "Plus anyway, why do you want me? There are plenty of girls in New York, you shouldn't just settle for the first one you meet." Christian put his finger under my chin and pulled up my face to look me in the eye. "I don't want another girl. I want you. You are beautiful and when we met I kinda felt something. And I would never, ever do anything to hurt you. Please believe me. All I want is some dinner, maybe some ice cream, a movie, a walk, anything." He pleaded with me. I felt horrible. He sounded so sincere, so sweet. But the other guys did too. I pulled my head back down to face my feet. "So there is no way you would ever go out with me, there is nothing I can do?" He asked. There I was walking through Central Park with a really, really cute guy yet I wasn't exactly happy. I wanted to say yes to him, but I forced myself not to. "Can't we just be friends?" I asked a tear falling down my cheek. "Ok." He said pulling a hankerchief out of his pocket and handing it to me. The only thing I could think was, "Who the hell carries a hankerchief!?" I looked at him oddly. "I know what you are thinking. But it's for magic tricks." He answered looking at me. His response made me giggle. "You do magic?" "Yep, I will do a trick for you sometime." He answered nodding his head proudly. *** *** *** *** Ste and Mark looked over the back of the couch when they heard the door open. Christian walked through the door. "So what happened?" Ste asked. "I have a new friend. Yey!" He answered sarcastically. *** *** *** *** "Christian, how does this look?" I asked walking out of my bedroom to find him digging through my fridge. "It's fine." He answered with his mouth full. "You didn't even look! It'll be your fault if I get there and look dumb!" He peeked up over the refridgerator door. "Too casual, it's a club opening. It's gotta be a little uuh um sluttier." He said motioning for me to go back into my room and change. I glared at him and shook my head. "Ok, fine...If you want to look stupid, don't dress like a slut!" Christian said giggling. I loved when he laughed, he looked so cute. It had been two weeks since Christian and I had had our little talk and we had become good friends. We had spent a lot of time together especially with recording and I enjoyed his company. I came out of my room wearing a glittery halter top and black leather pants. "This better?" I asked. He looked up from the television at me and smiled. "That's my girl!" He said getting up off the couch and following me out the door. "So how are we planning on getting into this place. It's opening night and there are going to be a ton of people!" "Your dad gave me special passes for 'VIPs'!" He exclaimed excitedly. We left my apartment and walked 3 blocks when Christian grabbed my arm. "There it is! Across the street!" He pointed. |
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