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Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 24, 2010 0:11:23 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Sunday gasped as her eyes landed on Paul. She quickly covered her surprise with a hardened glare. “You...” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I could ask you the very same question, Darling. However, I choose to believe ‘tis fate that we would meet again.”
Sunday rolled her eyes. “Suure.” Though, she couldn’t help but think that what Paul said was correct. “I believe you’re stalking me, Mr. Byrom.”
“Me, stalking? Never.” Paul smirked as he stepped closer to Sunday. He observed that she had since changed from the dress she had worn earlier to a pair of jeans and a tee shirt of some band he had never heard of. Her blonde and purple streaked chin length hair had been pulled back in the front .Her piercing green eyes were shaded by a pair of thick, black frames. Yes, Sunday was quite a unique young woman, and that was what drew Paul to her.
Sunday bit her lip, noticing that for the second time that night, Paul was staring at her. She cleared her throat and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Paul seemed to snap out of his thoughts, smiling sheepishly at the younger woman.
“Erm, sorry about that…Would, you, um, care to have a drink with me?” Paul asked, his voice cracking slightly with nerves.
Sunday smirked. “In your dreams Byrom…” However, her smirk disappeared once she saw the defeated look upon Paul’s face.
“Alright then, Darling.” He replied, not wanting to push the subject any further. Obviously, Sunday did not return the same feeling of attraction Paul had for her. That thought didn’t make the rejection any less hurtful, though. “Have a nice evening.”
Sunday instantly felt guilty for her harsh reply. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting this way? She had never been this nasty to any guy in her life. Yet she allowed those words to just come flying out of her mouth without so much as a thought? This wasn’t her.
She placed her hand on Paul’s shoulder as he turned to leave. He turned around to look at her, forcing a smile. Though it did not reach his sparkling blue eyes.
“Yes?” He asked, still obviously hurt by Sunday's remark.
“Um, well, I don’t really drink, Paul. But um, coffee sounds good..” Sunday replied, not believing what she had said. She had definitely just lost a huge chunk of her pride.
Paul’s face lit up in a smile as he offered his arm out to Sunday. “Starbucks it is, then?” He asked.
Sunday linked her arm through his, allowing a small smile to creep through. “Sounds like a plan, Mr. Byrom.”[/glow]
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Post by orinocoflow on Dec 24, 2010 13:32:09 GMT -5
Haha, I had serious deja vu reading this. Parts of it remind me of my version of the story, and then his reaction reminds me of "The Pointy End" since I just reread it last night. But great update! Loved how well you described their, for lack of a better word, "reactions" to the situations. update soon!
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Post by laurenne on Dec 24, 2010 13:44:44 GMT -5
I loved how Sunday changed her mind. More soon, please.
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Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 25, 2010 23:25:25 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]“I swear I really can cook! I just can’t make popcorn!” Paul exclaimed, his face crimson with embarrassment.
Sunday giggled after taking a sip of her coffee. “Popcorn? Are you serious? Come on, it’s simple!”
Paul looked down, feigning more embarrassment. “It’s not. It’s quite difficult, if you ask me!”
Sunday shook her head, still laughing. “Whatever you say, Paul.” She looked down at her steaming cup as a silence fell over the two. Sunday could feel Paul’s gaze upon her, though she did not look up at him.
“Sunday?” Paul asked after a few moments, waiting until the young woman looked up at him. He smiled, noticing a hint a blush creeping on her cheeks. “May I ask you a question, Darling?”
Sunday nodded. “You may.”
Paul reached a hand out, running his fingers through a strand of Sunday’s multi-colored hair. He noticed that her blush seemed to grow as he did this. “Why such a bold color?” He asked, removing his fingers from her short hair.
Sunday shrugged. “Why not? Sometimes the world can be so…boring. Everyone seems the same. Why not be different?”
Paul chuckled. “Aye, you are quite the unique one, and your hair is very different….But very beautiful if I may say so.”
Sunday smiled. “Thank you.” Immediately her gaze found its way back to her cup, her blush even deeper than before.
“So, tell me about yourself, Ms. Kirch. We have been in this coffee shop for nearly an hour now and I have not managed to learn much about you.”
“Well, what do you want to know? There isn’t much to tell.” Sunday replied, finally looking up at the Swanky tenor.
“Now, I don’t believe that for a second, Darling. Of course there is. Where were you born?”
“I was born in Knoxville, Tennessee. But I moved to Nashville around four years ago for school…”
“Oooh, the country…”
“Don’t say it!” Sunday interrupted. “I despise country music! Absolutely despise it!”
Paul laughed. “Oh come on now, Sunday. It’s not that bad!”
“Psh,” Sunday scoffed, “It’s terrible! I mean, why on earth would anyone want to listen to someone singing about their wife leaving them, their dog dying, their house in foreclosure, and their first night in jail? It’s just plain stupid.”
Paul nodded, laughing. “You have that right, Sunday, I’ll give you that.” He glanced around the empty coffee shop, noticing the staff was making preparations to close for the night. He looked down at his watch, his eyes widening at the time. 11:30 p.m. “How did it get so late?” He muttered.
“I guess we should be going?” Sunday asked, though she wasn’t excited about it at all.
Paul sighed, standing up and offering his hand out to Sunday. Once she slipped her smaller hand into his, he helped her up, though he didn’t let go once she was standing. “I suppose so.” He replied quietly, smiling once Sunday threaded her fingers through his.
The two walked back to the hotel in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t a long walk as the starbucks they had been at was only a couple of blocks away from where they were staying. Once they had reached the hotel, Paul insisted on walking Sunday to her hotel room.
“Well, I really enjoyed this night.” Sunday said quietly. She was sure that her mother would be sleeping in the room.
“Me too.” Paul replied. His hand still remained interlocked with Sunday’s. “I must say that I’m glad to have met you, Ms. Kirch.” He whispered. “Even if the introduction was a tad rocky.” Sunday giggled, punching his arm lightly. “Heyyy…not entirely my fault, Mr. Byrom.”
“I suppose not.” Paul raised Sunday’s hand to meet his lips, kissing it gently. Not once did he remove his eyes from hers. “Good night, Darling.” He whispered.
Sunday smiled, contemplating whether she should give him her phone number or not. Would that be proper? Probably not, but she definitely wanted to. Oh, screw being proper, this was a chance that she just had to take.. “Hey…not so fast, Byrom. Do you happen to have a pen?”
Paul nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cheap plastic pen. He handed it to Sunday, a confused look in his eyes. Sunday removed her fingers from Paul’s and quickly scribbled her name and number on his palm. She smiled at him as he read the information. “I have texting, if you want to, ya know…” Sunday bit her lip, almost certain that she wasn’t making a bit of sense.
“As do I, Darling.” Paul stepped closer, pressing a soft kiss to Sunday’s forehead. “Good night.” He whispered before turning and heading down the hallway.
Sunday watched as Paul walked away, not moving until he was completely out of her sight. After a few moments, she slid her keycard through the slot, unlocking the door and stepping into the room. She tiptoed over to her bed, expecting her mother to be sleeping. However, Sunday soon found that she was quite mistaken.
“Have a nice time with Paul?”
Sunday Elizabeth Kirch...was busted.[/glow]
Mkay, so the ending of the post was a tad awkard, but I promise it will get better as the story goes on. I have so many ideas for this one, it's just a matter of getting them all writtena and incorporated smoothly. Hope you guys liked it!
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Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 26, 2010 15:33:43 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Sunday opened the door of her apartment, plopping her purse down on the floor and throwing her keys on the side table. She heaved a sigh as she flipped on the lights and headed toward her bedroom. It had been an extremely long day at the salon, and she was ready to just relax. Sunday quickly removed her cosmetology smock along with her jeans and top, quickly changing into a comfy pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt.
She grabbed her phone on the way to the kitchen. A warm smile lit up her face as she scanned her text messages, seeing a few from her mother, a couple from a friend at work, and at last, one text from the person she was anxious to talk to.
It had been two months since that cold night in November, and Sunday had barely gone a day without speaking to Paul. Paul had become her best friend, and there wasn’t a thing that she didn’t tell him. Of course, she had received quite a bit of trouble from her mother, who was STILL insisting that her and Paul would end up married.“Just you wait and see, Sunday.” Her mother would say, never giving her a rest.
“Yeah, well. You’ll see too, Mom.” Sunday muttered as she poured herself a glass of sweet tea. She grabbed her phone off of the counter, and retreated to the couch. She toyed with the thought of texting Paul back before dialing his number. She’d much rather speak than text at the moment.
“Hello?” A hoarse voice asked on the other end of the line.
Sunday instantly felt guilty, thinking he had been sleeping.
“Hey Paul…did I wake you? I’m s-..”
“Oh no, Darling. You didn’t wake me. I’m just a bit under the weather, that’s all…” He replied. “Sinuses, I suppose.”
Sunday frowned. “Aww, Paul, you sound terrible. Don’t you have to record in the next few days?”
“Unfortunately, yes. I’ll be alright though, Darling. How was your day?” Paul asked, quickly changing the subject.
“Umm, don’t even talk about it, Byrom.”
“That bad, huh? What happened, Love?” Paul’s voice was laced with concern. In all honesty, he wished that he could having this conversation face to face rather than over the phone. Thank God Sunday had an international plan on her phone, otherwise their conversations would be limited to the internet, and Skype.
Sunday sighed. “Just a LOT of crabby customers. One of the girls in the salon messed up a dye on an elderly woman today and you would have thought the Great Wall had fallen. It was a mess.”
Sunday could hear Paul’s hoarse chuckle on the other end. “Well then, remind me never to go to your salon for anything.” He replied jokingly.
“Very funny, skirt boy.” Sunday retorted.
“Hey! We have established that it’s a kilt, not a skirt, Sunday Elizabeth!” Paul was quite defensive over this particular item of clothing.
“Oooh, breaking out the middle names, are we, Paul Michael.”
“Ouch!” He muttered. “Guess I should think before I speak with a feisty one like you, yeah?”
Sunday giggled, her face then becoming serious, as did her tone. “I really miss you.” She said quietly, her mind going back to that night in November, as it often did when she was speaking to Paul.
“I miss you as well, Darling.” Paul replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than you can imagine.” Paul kept that last part in his thoughts. “But I promise, we’ll see each other soon. You have my word.”
Sunday smiled, every bit her of believing his promise. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
Paul coughed a bit before replying with a simple. “Me too.”
“I should probably let you go.” Sunday said, her voice quiet. “You need your rest. Talk to you tomorrow?”
“Of course. Good night and sweet dreams, Love.” Paul replied. He could only picture the adorable blush that he had missed so badly, creeping onto Sunday’s cheeks.
“Good night Paul, feel better.” Sunday waited for the click, indicating that Paul had hung up before ending the call. She sighed, deciding to read through her other text messages, noticing quite a few from her mother. Most of them reminding her of things she needed to do before the cruise.
“I still have a week.” Sunday muttered, sending a reply to her mother and then retiring to her room to get some much needed sleep. As her head hit the pillow, her eyes closed and thoughts of Paul entered her mind and dreams.[/glow]
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Post by orinocoflow on Dec 26, 2010 20:01:59 GMT -5
love both updates! esp the last line of the first, and then the second was entertaining to read in general. Update soon! cruise--the phil coulter tranquility cruise? or another one? are they going to both end up on it?
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Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 26, 2010 20:23:43 GMT -5
No, the cruise is just a random cruise that I'm actually going on in reality. I just felt like throwing it in, lol. And they may meet up, we'll just have to see Thanks for the comment! I'll try to update again in a few hours. Being snowed in means I have LOTS of time to write.
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Post by orinocoflow on Dec 26, 2010 20:38:11 GMT -5
lucky--I WANT SNOW!!!
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Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 26, 2010 20:39:31 GMT -5
Well take ours! lol. Been getting alot of it lately!
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Post by orinocoflow on Dec 26, 2010 20:40:44 GMT -5
I only wish. have fun in it!
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Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 26, 2010 20:44:24 GMT -5
lol, I'll have looking at it! Amber doesn't get out in the snow, lol.
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Post by celticbear on Dec 26, 2010 23:21:14 GMT -5
BB! I love this long Distance romance between Paul and Sunday! It's so Sweet! Now all it needs is for the two of them to see each other again in person and this Time Paul Better not let Sunday get away! UPDATE SOON! PLEASE!
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Post by laurenne on Dec 27, 2010 0:16:58 GMT -5
ori, come to canada and have all the snow you wish. We have tons and more coming down from the sky right this minute. But, I do love the snow, so don't take all of it. Ambee- where do you live? I loved both updates, especially the last line of the first one. Update soon, please.
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Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 27, 2010 22:30:54 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Sunday stared up at the huge ship, her eyes wide with excitement. She would be lying if she said that she hadn’t been looking forward to this trip for a very long time. She had never expected that her mother would actually take her on a cruise for her 23rd birthday, though Lilli had joked about it for around two years now.
“Ya ready, Sunnie?” Lilli asked, nudging her daughter ‘s arm.
“Umm, let me think about this…yeah!” Sunday exclaimed, tucking a bit of her hair behind her ear. It had grown over the past two months and was now a few inches from her shoulders. Dark blue and emerald green tips were scattered in her messy bed head style, replacing the purple streaks.
Lilli grinned at her daughter. “I knew you would be. Now come one, lets board this thing so we can start exploring!”
Sunday laughed as she and her mother walked toward the boarding area, dragging their luggage behind them. She took in her surroundings as she walked, completely enjoying the warmth of Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. It was a nice change from the cold winter weather of Nashville.
Within forty minutes Sunday and Lilli had been through luggage check and had arrived in their staterooms. By now, it was 7:30 p.m. and the sun had just began to set as the ship pulled away from the port.
After a few moments spent settling in, Sunday decided to lie down on her bed and rest a bit before getting ready and heading to dinner with her mother. That night being the first night at sea, would be a formal dinner event, requiring a cocktail dress and heels. In all honesty, Sunday wasn’t excited for the formal setting, as she was quite tired from the day’s travel.
Sunday attached her speakers to her iPod, searched for the right song, and then closed her eyes for a twenty minute nap. She allowed the calming notes of the song to relax her and eventually lull her to sleep. Unfortunately her sleep was short lived. Her mother decided to rudely shake her awake, only to inform her that dinner would be in an hour, and that she should get ready.
Sunday sighed, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. As she got ready, she couldn’t get a certain person out of her thoughts…Paul. It had been a couple of days since she had spoken to him, and she was beginning to go insane without contact with her best friend. She was slightly hurt that he had forgotten her birthday. He hadn’t even texted or called to wish her happy birthday.
“Maybe he’s forgotten about me.” Sunday muttered as she applied a thin layer of black eyeliner to her upper lid.
“Who, Sunday?” Lilli asked, reaching around her daughter to grab a brush.
Sunday bit her lip, applying eyeliner to the other eyelid. “No one, Mom..Just talking to my self.”
“Mhmm…” Lilli smirked as she set down the brush. “I’d say someone is just a tad love sick if you ask me.”
Sunday turned to her mother, glaring. “I am not, Mom! And who on earth would I be lovesick over? If you haven’t noticed, I’m not dating.”
“Oh I could think of someone…that gorgeous Irish best friend of yours, that’s who.” Lilli replied.
Sunday rolled her eyes, reaching for a tube of lipstick. “Paul is a friend, Mom. ONLY a friend. And that’s all he’ll ever be.” She replied, wishing that her words weren’t true. Unfortunately, they probably were. Paul could never see her as more than just a friend, could he? After all, Sunday was just Paul’s quirky best friend with the crazy hair…and that was all she’d ever be to him.
“If you say so, Sunnie.” Lilli’s attention was suddenly turned to a knock on their door. “I’ll be right back.” She said, disappearing into the state room. A few moments later, Lilli returned holding a bouquet of deep purple roses, Sunday’s favorite flower, and a note.
“Looks like you have a secret admirer, Sun…” Lilli said, handing the bouquet and note to her .
Sunday’s brows wrinkled in confusion as she took the note, unfolding it carefully, and allowing her eyes to scan over the perfectly scripted words. “It says for me to go to the dining room on the B deck at 9:00. Whoever I’m supposed to meet will be waiting for me… This sounds kinds shady, Mom. I dunno.”
“Sunday Elizabeth, where on earth is your sense of adventure? Take your phone and I’m sure everything will be fine. It’s fifteen until 9:00, so I’d get going if I were you!”
Sunday sighed, looking down at her peacock blue cocktail dress and matching heels. Was this appropriate? She bit her lip and slid on her heals, assuming that it was. “I’ll be back soon, Mom.”
“Take your time, honey!” Lilli called as Sunday walked out the door. She smirked and continued getting ready.
Sunday made her down the halls and to the elevator, eventually finding herself at the entrance of the dining room. She swallowed down her nerves, slowly pushing open the door. The room was completely empty, and dark…all except for a table towards the far right corner with a single candle illuminating the space.
“What the…”
“Lookin’ for someone?”
Okay, so I have to give credit for this chapter to my friend Darla! She helped me come up with the idea for this chapter as well as for the next chapter! Thanks Darla![/glow]
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Post by celticbear on Dec 27, 2010 22:48:43 GMT -5
Paul Did not forget Sunnie's b-day! He set this romantic Dinner up! Paul loves Sunnie! Can't wait for the next update BB! UPDATE SOON! PLEASE!
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