"Please...stop....STOP!"
"Hahaha oh Leila, not even a chance." The man tightened the wires around my wrists and laughed. But, it wasn't a nice laugh, no. It was cold, and maniac, and had no feeling in it. Empty. I couldn't make out his face, because after being hit on the head with I don't even know what, everything was a little bit fuzzy. It was weird though, because everything seemed to be in black and white.
"Leila?" That sounded way too far away to be in my dream.
Who is that? And how come I can't see anyone?
"Leila...please wake up, it's me Sean." Sean? Where? I fluttered my eyes open and everything was blurry for a minute, until everyhting came into focus. I looked up to see a very concerned Sean looking over me with sweat dripping down a little bit.
"Sean? What happened?" I sat up and noticed I wasn't in a room I recognized. I was in a bed...a big comfy soft silky bed...in a room...bedroom.
Oh crap! I'm in Sean's bedroom!
"You were screaming and yelling in your sleep and I came over here to see what was up. You looked so scared. What happened in your dream?"
"I don't...really remember...all I know is that someone was trying to hurt me. It was so real." I started to shiver a little bit, and he pulled me into a hug. He smelt like fresh clean laundry and something sweet. It was amazing, and I nuzzled my head into his neck a little bit more.
"Well, don't you worry about a thing. I won't let anything happen to you, ever." He looked me straight in the eyes and I swear if I wasn't already sitting down, I would have fallen down. He was beautiful, and I know it's weird for a boy to be called that, but WOW.
"Thank you, for everything. But uh how did I..." I looked down at my attire and realized I was in one of Sean's big shirts. He looked at me with a questioning look and then it was as if a lightbulb popped into his head.
"Oh! You fell asleep downstairs, on the guitar I gave you actually." He chuckled a little bit "And you got imprints of the strings on your face. So I carried you up here, and woke you up long enough so you could get changed. And I slept on the floor." He rubbed my cheek a little bit where I could feel the little dents a little bit.
"Oh, well. Thanks for that too." I blushed a little bit. "So, uh, what time is it?"
"It's about 8." I looked out the window to see the sun shining.
"Well, I better get going. I bet Sparx is gonna be mad at me, and pretty hungry." I laughed and started to walk towards the door.
"Uh, Leila?" I turned around and my long wavy light brown hair hit me in the face a little bit.
"Yeah?"
"You might uh, want to change first..." I looked down.
"Oh! Right!" I found my clothes from yesterday and hurried into the bathroom. When I came out with the clothes I wore yesterday and said goodbye again. I was almost out of the bedroom when he called me again.
"Wait!" I turned on my black stilleto. "I need to ask you something."
"Ok, go ahead." I nodded, urging him to go.
"Well, you see. The premiere and party of Harry Potter 6 is tonight...and uh, well I was kind of wondering, if you...wanted to go...with me?" I smiled bigger than I had in a long time.
"I would absolutely love that!" I ran over as fast as my feet in heels could carry me and gave him a tackle hug that landed us on the bed. We both laughed and then he just looked at me with a look I didn't recognize with him. He moved the hair out of my face.
"You know Leila, you have beautiful eyes." We moved in closer then his phone vibrated. We both parted and he told me it was his manager calling, probably about tonight.
"Right. Well, I'll see you later tonight." I said trying to hide my smile at the thought of me just almost kissing Sean.
"Yeah, I'll pick you up at 7?"
"Perfect." I walked out of there like I was on cloud nine. Cheesy? Maybe. But I don't really care.
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The most important task for today was finding a dress. After what seemed like going through thousands of shops, I found a little boutique on the corner of the street. I walked in and it was the cutest shop I've ever seen. There was a little plump lady at the counter with a pencil behind her ear, and a pin cushion attatched to her belt. She looked up when she heard me walking and smiled.
"Ello dear. What can I do for ya?" I smiled.
"I need a ball gown type dress...except not as poofy..and maybe a little shorter, and more comfortable. Actually, I have no idea what kind I'm looking for."
"Haha, well come back here. I might have something that'll help ya." We walked to the back corner of the store, where there was a section of a lot of dresses all squished together. I looked through it and pulled out the most beautiful off-white dress I've ever seen.
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"Oi dear! Thats almost a wedding gown."
"I know, but I was wondering if we could do some alterations on it?"
"Like what, dear?"
"Like take out the stuff under the bust and make it go to my knees?" She looked at it for a minute, then nodded her head.
"That should be okay! Pick it up at 4:30."
"Wonderful!" I paid her for the dress, not the alterations just yet. I walked out of the shop feeling happier than a clam. Again, cheesy. But I couldn't put it any other way.
