|synchronized symphony (standard:romance, 1975 words)|
|Author: ysogiron||Added: Mar 31 2008||Views/Reads: 1629/1035||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|part 1: their lives were arranged to be for each other. how will they disarrange their soon-to-happen marriage?|
“I'll see you tomorrow. Bye,” Nicole Yourges said as she went out of the hallway with her friends. The three of them look all the same. From ponytails to shoes, even shoelaces. Like most of the teenage girls were doing. The if-you're-one-of-us-then-be-like-one-of-us code. If only for their hairs, one might even have mistaken them to be triplets. Nicole has brown; the other two has black and blonde. “G'bye. Are you sure you're not going to the concert with us?” asked Yelena Rhede, the one with the darkest complexion among them. “You'll miss the chance to see Robert Stewart,” whispered Erin George, trying to make her jealous and change her mind. “Perform, I mean,” she added immediately after realizing that the young man was her suitor. Nicole smiled, trying hard not to pout. If only her father doesn't care about her schedule and where she was going, she thought. “I know. If only I could go with you guys. Anyway, enjoy.” “We sure will. Bye, take care.” The three kissed each other and waved goodbye. Left alone, Nicole sighed and turned around to where her driver usually parks her car. Unexpectedly, she saw a young man wearing a shirt topped with a black jersey and denim jeans, waiting for her outside his car. Wide eyed, she distinguished Sebastian Stevens, the man to whom she was supposed to be married, according to her demanding parents. That was what well-off families do before. Sebastian's grandfather was the one who proposed the idea to her parents. Unfortunately, the young man was such a playboy, one who used to have many relationships with girls at a time. Being a good boy to his grandfather, he follows his orders such as taking Nicole out for what seemed to be a date. As she was about to turn around and leave, he noticed her. He wasn't smiling at her; there was no reaction at all. She stood in front of him and said in a shaky voice, “H...Hi, I... I didn't expect...” What was it making her nervous everytime she was facing this man? She didn't know. Sebastian raised his brows and asked, “So, where do you wanna go?” The usual question. And again, after driving their way to where she wanted to go, he would stay inside the car, listen to his music, sleep, wait for her and take her home. A wonderful date. Nicole, of course couldn't object for they live their own lives and she also doesn't want to spend her precious time with him. Naturally to be polite, she'd still ask, “Aren't you coming?” “I'll stay here.” “Are you...” And before she could finish, he'd answer, “I'm sure.” Telling her to leave him alone immediately, not caring about what she'd feel. Nicole entered the amusement park and sat on one of the benches. She was too tired to walk, even move. She just wanted to relax and wait for the night to come. Sebastian was about to turn his radio on when he caught a glimpse of his grandfather's car. One of his men was spying on them. “Shit,” was all he could say as he went inside the park. An old man selling ice cream approached Nicole. “Miss, you've been sitting there for a long time. Do you want some ice cream?” Nicole smiled. “No thanks,” she sighed and when she looked up, she saw Sebastian, standing before her. “I thought...” He sat beside her. “I got bored.” Nicole knew the reason why he followed her inside but decided to stay quiet about it. She felt awkward being with the man and not talking to him. She faced him and asked, “So who's it really? My dad or yours?” “I'm sorry?” he asked. He was listening but he didn't understand her question. Click here to read the rest of this story (191 more lines)
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