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The next day, I woke up to the smell of something good in the kitchen. I sat up and turn towards the kitchen and see Sebastian cooking breakfast. Ugh, great. Another guy can cook.. I scratch my head and a bubble ringtone went off from my phone. I reach in and got the phone from my purse and check who it is. 19 missed calls and 3 text messages from Clark.
Clark: Stacy, I am so sorry! Please forgive me..
Clark: Answer your phone, please! We need to talk.
Clark: I’m begging you, please! Lois and I aren’t together. It was a misunderstanding! My heart only belongs to you. Stacy, I love you…!
My eyes began to water as I press reply on the screen. I really miss him as much as he misses me, but I can’t forgive him that easily. What he did really broke my heart and that will take time for me to heal. So, all I can do is ignore him, for now and I’ll…maybe give him a chance to talk, later. Right now, I really don’t want to talk to him. I press the home button on my phone and put it back in my purse.
“Hey, you’re awake! Good afternoon.”
I turn to the kitchen and see Sebastian looking at me “Oh, hey. Good afternoon.” I reply, wiping a tear away from my eye with my hand, letting out a sniffle. Sebastian furrows his brows, looking at me with worry “Are you okay?”
“Uh-yeah.. I’m fine..” I stutter, trying not to cry in front of him. I got up and walk towards the small kitchen table and sat down.
“Do you want some breakfast?” He asks, grabbing plates in the cabinet. I check my watch and it’s 12:00pm. Who the heck cooks breakfast in the afternoon? Oh, right.. I do “Sure thing.” He walks towards me with a plate of food and places it in front of me. I look at the food and got impressed; 2 french toast, scramble eggs, and bacon. You got to be kidding me..? He grabs his plate of food and sits next to me “Bon Appetite!” He exclaims with a smirk on his face.
I start eating the food, and it turns out to be good! Then Sebastian turns to look at me. I look back at him, raising an eyebrow “Yes?”
“Before you say no…”
“No.” I cut him off while drinking an orange juice. He smiles and lets out a chuckle, “Okay, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that and just tell you, anyway.” I roll my eyes and sigh “What is it?”
“Well, I got invited to a private party and it’s my friend’s birthday. Every year, she does different themes where everybody dresses up like it’s Halloween.. So, this year she’s having Rockabilly theme..” He pauses. Rockabilly? Hmmm, this is getting interesting, ‘cause I love that style! What is he trying to get at? I really wonder..
“Mm-hm, go on.." I say waving my hand in a carry on like gesture while I raise a cup to my lips, taking another sip of orange juice.
"I was wondering if you could be my date to this event?” He asks politely, putting his arm around his head like a little boy. My eyes widen as I start to choke on the orange juice that was on it’s way down to my throat. What the hell did he just asked? I cough uncontrollably, trying to regain my breathing as Sebastian starts patting my back with his hand. As I regain the breathing, I calm down and clear my throat. My eyes turn to him with an annoyed glare “What?”
He pulls away “I was wondering if you would be my date to this party. I don’t have anyone else to go with. So, I’m asking you.”
“Don’t you have girlfriends?"
"No, they have boyfriends.” He replies, quickly.
“Well, so do I.”
“No, you broke up with him because he cheated on you with Lois. So, that makes you, single.” He folds his arms together and leans his back against the chair. I hate to admit that he’s right. Just wish he didn’t say that, though ‘cause my heart can’t take the fact that I’m not with Clark, anymore. I squint my eyes at him “Gee, thanks for reminding me. The answer is still no!” I exclaim.
“Oh, come on! That’s not fair.”
“Not fair? You reminding me about my break up with Clark isn’t fair!” I shout.
“All right, all right. Fine..” He gets up and walk towards me and grabs my hand, then kneels before me. What the hell is he doing? For a second, this reminds me, so much of what Clark did to me. Why is he doing the things Clark did? This is pretty weird.. “I am so sorry for what I said. It was very rude of me. Please accept my apology and go to the event with me?” He looks at me with puppy eyes, moving his bottom lips forward. Someone please, kill me! He used the puppy face on me… and he looks adorable… Eggghhhh!
“All right, okay! I’ll go with you…” I reply to make that puppy face of his go away. “But on one condition. You don’t tell anyone-not even the birthday girl-I’m your girlfriend, deal?” I add.
He grins as he gets up from the floor. Then extends his hand “Cool, deal!” I look at his hand and back him. I take his hand as we shake them together “And if you tell anyone I’m your girlfriend, I will burn you like turkey!” I gave him an evil glare.
He laughs “Oh, that won’t be necessary because I have the same ability as you. It won’t effect me.” He winks at me as his mouth quirks up to one side. I let go of his hand and got frustrated. I roll my eyes and got up and walk away from him.
“Aren’t you going to finish your breakfast?” He asks, picking up my plate.
“No. Somehow, I lost my appetite..” I sat down on the couch, rolling my eyes. Ugh, I’m really starting not like this guy. He’s a dork and cute and all, but really annoying!!
“Okay. Well, the event starts today at 7. Just for your information.” He washes the dishes.
“Thanks..” I reply as I look through my clothes to wear for tonight. Good thing I brought my Rockabilly clothes. I pull out a black dress with a white collar on top and polka dots all over the dress. I place the dress on the side of the couch, including a red sweater with black Japanese fans on the sides. I dug more into the luggage and took out my saddle oxford shoes and put them on the floor.
5 hrs later. It was 5:00pm. I jump into the shower and did my thing. Afterwards, I blow dry my hair and began pin curling. It took almost an hour to get it done due to my hair being so long, but nailed it! I put a black cover on top of the pin curls to cool down. Then I began putting liquid powder on my face. Not too much, just a damp of it. Next I put eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick for the final look as always.
I got out of the bathroom and grab my dress to put on. I zip the dress from my side and fix the collar. Now, I reach in for white socks and put them on, including the shoes. I walk back to the bathroom to remove the pin curls and fix my hair. As a final look, I roll my bangs up and clip them with a bobby pin, forming a faux bang — adding a rose clip to the side of my hair. Finally, I’m done!! All the hard work for only one event…
I got out of the bathroom, again and walk back to the living room. I look up and see Sebastian, right in front of me, looking at me with his jaw drop “Whoa! You look.. uhhh-wow!”
“Thanks, so do you.” I reply with a half smile on my face. Sebastian’s wearing a red plaid-pattern shirt tucked inside his jeans with black burton braces attach to his belt. His bottom jeans were folded, wearing Harley boots. As for his hair, sleek back with a short pompadour at the front. I got to admit, he. is. smokin’!
“Do I look like James Dean?” He asks, raising his eyebrow, posing like a male model. I giggle and nod “You look cute, I’ll give you that!” Am I flirting with him? What am I doing? No, Stacy! He is not your boyfriend, Clark is! … Or was he.. My smile turn into a slight frown, trying not to be obvious in front of Sebastian.
“So, are you ready to go?” Sebastian asks. I snap out of my sad moment and change my facial expression into a fake grin “Uh-yeah. Let’s go.” I grab my purse and we left out the door, downstairs, and into the parking lot. We got inside and Sebastian turns on the car. We drove off to the location to the party.
We arrive at the party and got off the car. The whole party was inside in a really big white tent. Reminds me of the freaking circus. Almost sounds like one, too due to the loud music. We walk inside the tent and the DJ is playing Hound Dog by Elvis Presley. People were swing dancing and I felt like I’m in the 1950’s. A dream come true for me! Sebastian and I watch them in admiration until a woman comes walking towards us. She hugs him and I’m guessing that’s the birthday girl.
“I’m so glad you’d came!!” She exclaims as she pulls back. “Oh, and who is she?” She adds, looking at me.
“My date.” Sebastian replies.
“Is she your girlfriend?” She asks curiously.
Sebastian puts his hands in his pockets and turns to me. Then back at her “No, she’s a friend of mine.” Good boy, Sebastian! I’m glad that he listen to me.
“Okay! Well, enjoy the party!” She leaves with other group of friends. Okay, that wasn’t awkward at all. Sebastian looks back at me with his brows raised “Let’s go find a table!” We walk and found a table at the back. I sat down on a chair as Sebastian stay standing up “Do you want anything drink?”
I turn to him “Uh-Dr. Pepper, please?”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He leaves to a nearby bar. I wander my eyes around the tent. There were presents at a table, including a huge fancy cake. Balloons everywhere. White champagne cups stacked up, one by one like a tower. A huge ice-statue-like Swan was right between the glass cups. Everything else is just pure fancy stuff. No wonder this party is private..
Sebastian comes back with drinks on his hand and sits next to me. I take a sip of my soda as I kept wandering my eyes around the tent.
“You like the place?” He caught me looking around. I look back at him and wave my hand sideways as a kind of like gesture.
“Too fancy, huh?” He squints his left eye.
I nod in agreement as he chuckles. We look back at the dance floor and watch the people dance. The DJ starts changing the song and plays Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka. People grab their partner and dance to the slow song. As always, Sebastian and I watched. Then he turns to me “Wanna dance?” He asks in a shy manner.
My eyes widen and I turn to him “Huh? Me? Why? I don’t know how to dance this!” I’m trying to say no to him, but I ended up stuttering. Why am I stuttering?? He gets up and extends his hand and looks at me “Dance with me?” He asks, again. This time in a soft voice. I stroke my hair behind my ear and took his hand and got up. We walk towards the dance floor and Sebastian puts my hand over his shoulder. Both his hands hold a grip onto my waist as I put my other hand against his elbow. We begin dancing to the slow song, joining the crowd of people.
How does he know how to dance to this type of music? “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I ask.
“Not really, but I have seen my parents danced to this kind of music. You can say I copied them, I guess?” He replies as he turns me around, making me do a twirl with his arm raised. I giggle as I return to the dance position. He smiles at me, knowing that I’m enjoying dancing with him.
We got closer and our chests touch. I’m starting to get a little more comfortable with Sebastian as I place my head on to his chest. The same thing that happened to me before, happens, again. Listening to his heart beat. Smelling his cologne from his neck lingers my blood. Feeling his arm holding onto my waist. I felt like I’m with Clark, again, back in his arms! I start reminiscing the time when we’re in the elevator on our way to the restaurant back in the hotel.. We were so shy with each other when we were exactly in this position… I really miss that day.. but things happen and I’m not in his arms, anymore.. I’m in Sebastian’s arms, now.. I glance up at Sebastian as he looks back down at me. He slowly brushes off a smirk, quirking his mouth up to one side. Why am I getting so attach to this man? No, I cannot fall in love, again!!
Sebastian grabs my hand, again and turns me, slowly, making me twirl, again. As soon as I return to the dance position, he reaches and holds onto my back, bending me down, slowly — forming a dip. I lock my eyes with his as the song ends. My heart is beating rapidly. Oh, my God. It’s happening, again. I am falling in love, again!! As soon as he pulls me back up straight, I immediately walk out of the tent and reach for my phone from my purse. I start to cry as I scroll down through my contact list and sent a text message to someone who I once loved..
Me: We need to talk!
I wait for a text back until my bubble ringtone went off. I check:
Clark: All right, I’m on my way..