Hey guys! I'm starting ANOTHER story. Haha I know! But I just love the song "La vie en rose" by Louis Armstrong. Originally by Edith Piaf. (100% NOT MY SONG) So I shall post as I can, and I'm sure most of you know I am not a writer that just flat out says "Okay this story takes place in blah blah blah" NO! That is boring! Here's a little preview! ------------------------------------------ I was listening to smooth,sweet sound of "La vie en rose" as we danced. His eyes luring me closer and closer with every move. He twirled me and then pulled me close. I looked into those midnight blue eyes of his. He leaned in slowly. But I somehow pulled away. "Adrianna? What are you doing?" he said looking at me with those eyes. I didn't know what, but I saw something. Something bad in his eyes. I started backing away until I hit the brick wall. I heard a slight rip in my cherry red knee length dress. "You can trust me Adrianna." I looked again into his eyes. I saw it. Something bad. I couldn't put my finger on it but I was scared. Truly scared. My voice was weak and my throat near dry. "Can I? Can I trust you?"
It's awesome. So why is it on the second page? -USES MY AWESOME POWERS TO TELEPORT IT TO THE FIRST PAGE-
I was walking down Paris's food market. How beautiful everything was here. I saw the automobiles drive by. Hmmm how interesting they were to me. I kept hearing how they used to be a seat and just a couple of wheels. Or something like that. Now the automobiles were long and could hold a lot of people. At night the Parisians would get ten people and stack them up in the car with the top down. If they were drunk enough which most of them were. "Adrianna? Adrianna have I lost you dear?" the market woman, Rita, asked me. I turned quickly, "Pardon?" I shook my head. "Sorry I'm just looking at the automobiles." Rita looked over my shoulder with her old looking green eyes, "Ah yes, a lot better do they look now then in the late 1800s my, were they horrid." She laughed and I smiled. Rita was British and was a bit old but she was very dear to me. "I think I'll just buy a news paper and a couple of these tomatoes." "Alright dear. Be careful today, it looks like it might rain and the street might be slippery with your bicycle and all. And the wind is strong today." I nodded, "Thanks Rita, I appreciate it." I started walking away but then turned around, "Oh what date is it?" "Monday, May 7, 1923." I laughed, "I know what year it is, Rita, I just wanted to know the date." She waved her hand dismissively and I walked away. I put my goods into my bicycle's basket and started riding it to my apartment. I loved riding my bike. Feeling the wind in my cherry red head. Seeing all of Paris's charm with my green-gray eyes. As I was passing the Eiffel Tower that I couldn't get over staring at. So beautiful I thought. Never getting over that. As I turned my head back to the road, a car to the right just barely hit me knocking me off my bike. "Are you blind!?" I was furious. I looked at my knee by lifting my light blue dress. Scraped and I was bleeding. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?" said a smooth luscious male voice. I looked up and saw one of the most handsome faces I've ever seen. He looked strong and built. A hat covered his hair but I could see it was black. He was very handsome. But it didn't blind me for long. Anger crawled back. "You scraped my damn knee!" "Sorry can I get you something?" I looked at him. "No.. No just. Watch where your driving." I picked up my bicycle and started riding again. All I was thinking was he was really good looking and I was hoping I'd see him again. I grinned like an idiot at the thought.