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Just something for the future: I'll give you Miles convo with the dude later! You'll get it when you see it...
I woke up to the bright sun. My puffy sleeve soft on my face. I sit up, rub my eyes and stretch, yawning. I look to my left to find freanch toast on my night stand as well as something far less yummy and tasteful. A rose and a Note.
I groan and pick it up.
Do you hate me after what I've done? I wouldn't blame you. I acted like a pig then like a spoiled child when you rejected me. I am very a shamed oh my self and I an so very sorry. If you would like, we could have lunch together by the lake. Only if you trust me again.
I smile at his sweetness. Never in my days would I come to Miles apologize! My heart pumped faster as I read it over and over again. I flush with color when he asked to have lunch!
Wait! What am I thinking?! How could I think this way?! Robert and Miles were having an argument over- well I don't really know but it has to do with me and it can't be good.
I shake off theses feelings and throw my legs over the bed and walk to the door. When I open thee door, I hear voices. One I know all too well and the other of a stranger. But the language I don't understand. It' s a very strange and weird language. Freanch? Maybe Engilsh? I peek over to see who Miles was talking to.
The man was short and bald. His v neck shirt showed the curls of hair that made up for the lack of it on his head. He was rather round and dirty looking. He held his round stomach with fingers that looked like small sausages. He is -in lack of better words- gross.
The man looked up at me with his head still facing Miles. "Attendez attendent qui c'est peu de tarte?" The man asked, a creepy smile crept on his face.
Miles eyes flicked upwards then smiled. "C'est Jenna, mon chéri."
The man laughed and patted Miles shoulder. "Homme de chance! Je parierais qu'elle ferait une femme parfaite!"
Miles looked down, laughing lightly and shyly. "Uh... Non vraiment. Elle fera une femme horrible. C'est pour cela que je l'aime."
The man made a horrified expression. "Alors pourquoi dans l'enfer l'aimeriez-vous?!"
Miles simply shook his head. "Vous ne comprendriez pas."
The man rolled his eye. "D'accord, vous l'homme fou. Affaires d'action agréables avec vous." They shook hands and Miles said. "Vous aussi." The man left without another word and Miles started up towards me.
"What were you saying to him?" I ask, clueless to the whole conversation.
"Ah only business. Nothing to worry about." He asures me, smiling. "So, have you forgiven me or just you wild curiosity get the better of you?"
"Alitte of both. You are not 100% forgiven yet. Although, I will accept that invation for lunch. Around noon, Yes?" I tell him, giving him my time.
He smiles at me and nods in agreement. "Yes. I'd like that. I'll be sure to bring the food." He pauses. "Aren't you going to get ready? It is almost noon after all." He taps his wrist watch, looking at me with a raised brow.
I glare at him playfully as I raise a side of my mouth. "Fine." I spin around on my heels and head the short distance to my room. Once inside I run into my closet, looking for something short and low cut.
Finally I find a beautiful gold dress that is tight at the top and flows at the bottom. I slide it on and move to the gold and silver. I take some gold bracelets and earrings. The earrings had small rose dimonds linning them. I pass right over the make up. I don't like it and I've been told I don't need it.
I take my normal rout to the lake. I'm not actually sure I know how to get there any other way. With nothing to hold, I make my way down easily. I can see from here, Miles has a blanket and food. I smile to myself and start over there.
I was greeted by a smile and wine. He raised a glass of red wine to me, offering it. I hesitate to take it but finally do.
"And how are you this fine after noon?" He asks as I sit besides him.
"Very well thank you." I smile and take a sip of the wine. As soons it reached my throat I choked. "Ugh! This stuff it disgusting!" I put it down as far as I could.
Miles simply laughs. "You are a young one, aren't you? Without much knowledge, without much experience." He studies me closely.
"Oh haha. Very funny, Miles. You are a real jokester aren't you?" I shake my head at him. "You just love you make fun of me now don't you?"
"How you know?" He asked with a raised brow.
I roll my eyes at him and smirk. "Why on earth do you hate me?"
"Oh I don't hate you. I l'amour you." He whispers.
"What?" I ask. "I don't understand French."
"Follow me and I'll show you."
He takes my hand and leads me to the back door, then up the stairs into my room. He locked the doors then came up to me a slid his hands around my waist. My hands came to rest on his fore-arm.
He pushed his lips on mine, softly and gently. I don't kiss back for all of a second, then I kiss back with more passion then even he was giving. He didn't seem to mind. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I thought a moment before leting his tongue roam freely and massage my own.
He pulled back, looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Finally give in eh? Too much overwhelming emotions to hold in?"
"Miles, I wont deny feelings for you." I tell him. He had a smile of accomplishment on when I felt a sense of gult wrench inside me.
"Good. But you must. If anyone finds out, the consequences will not be kind." He tells me. I'm taken back.
A wave of confusion came over me. He has been trying to win me over for months and nows he's telling me to keep it in! What on earth?! "Why the hell would I do that?!" I blurt. Normally, I don't dirty my mouth with swears but I'm not in the mood for this shit.
"Just promise me you wont." He stares at me with seirus eyes.
"Fine I wont." I mumble.
"Thank you." He smiles and kisses me again. "I have to go. I will see you tonight." He hugs me sweetly and then leaves me.
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Madeline's eyes go very wide as I tell her about Miles. She looked oh so very panicked. "You?! He?! Oh! Eh.. I-I-I-I- have to go. C-Congrats!" She shuffles out, fummbling and choking on her words. She flings open the door and runs out.
What is wrong with these people?
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Teehee^^ Sooooo lovely! Any guesses????? Hahahaa. So heres Miles and the mans conversation!:
Man- “Wait wait, who is this little tart?”
Miles- “That is Jenna, my beloved.”
Man- “Luck man! I would bet she would make a fine wife!”
Miles- “Uh...No actually. She'll make a horrible wife. That's why I love her.”
Man- “Then why in hell would you love her?!”
Miles- “You wouldn’t understand.”
Man- “Alright, you crazy man. Nice doing business with you.”
Miles- “You too.”
Fit that in and it's soooooo cute:) and feel free to correct my freanch!!! A certain Greek/Canadian might want to XD I used a free translator.... You wouldn't believe how much Bayside I've listend to to get through this O.o You guys should listen to the song montauk by bayside! I think you'll really like it:) It was the county/town right next to my little shit town back in NY. East meddow....ah how I don't miss it..... ANYWAY! Tell me how you liked the chapter and the song or just the chapter:) Thanks! ~JS~
I woke up to the bright sun. My puffy sleeve soft on my face. I sit up, rub my eyes and stretch, yawning. I look to my left to find freanch toast on my night stand as well as something far less yummy and tasteful. A rose and a Note.
I groan and pick it up.
Do you hate me after what I've done? I wouldn't blame you. I acted like a pig then like a spoiled child when you rejected me. I am very a shamed oh my self and I an so very sorry. If you would like, we could have lunch together by the lake. Only if you trust me again.
I smile at his sweetness. Never in my days would I come to Miles apologize! My heart pumped faster as I read it over and over again. I flush with color when he asked to have lunch!
Wait! What am I thinking?! How could I think this way?! Robert and Miles were having an argument over- well I don't really know but it has to do with me and it can't be good.
I shake off theses feelings and throw my legs over the bed and walk to the door. When I open thee door, I hear voices. One I know all too well and the other of a stranger. But the language I don't understand. It' s a very strange and weird language. Freanch? Maybe Engilsh? I peek over to see who Miles was talking to.
The man was short and bald. His v neck shirt showed the curls of hair that made up for the lack of it on his head. He was rather round and dirty looking. He held his round stomach with fingers that looked like small sausages. He is -in lack of better words- gross.
The man looked up at me with his head still facing Miles. "Attendez attendent qui c'est peu de tarte?" The man asked, a creepy smile crept on his face.
Miles eyes flicked upwards then smiled. "C'est Jenna, mon chéri."
The man laughed and patted Miles shoulder. "Homme de chance! Je parierais qu'elle ferait une femme parfaite!"
Miles looked down, laughing lightly and shyly. "Uh... Non vraiment. Elle fera une femme horrible. C'est pour cela que je l'aime."
The man made a horrified expression. "Alors pourquoi dans l'enfer l'aimeriez-vous?!"
Miles simply shook his head. "Vous ne comprendriez pas."
The man rolled his eye. "D'accord, vous l'homme fou. Affaires d'action agréables avec vous." They shook hands and Miles said. "Vous aussi." The man left without another word and Miles started up towards me.
"What were you saying to him?" I ask, clueless to the whole conversation.
"Ah only business. Nothing to worry about." He asures me, smiling. "So, have you forgiven me or just you wild curiosity get the better of you?"
"Alitte of both. You are not 100% forgiven yet. Although, I will accept that invation for lunch. Around noon, Yes?" I tell him, giving him my time.
He smiles at me and nods in agreement. "Yes. I'd like that. I'll be sure to bring the food." He pauses. "Aren't you going to get ready? It is almost noon after all." He taps his wrist watch, looking at me with a raised brow.
I glare at him playfully as I raise a side of my mouth. "Fine." I spin around on my heels and head the short distance to my room. Once inside I run into my closet, looking for something short and low cut.
Finally I find a beautiful gold dress that is tight at the top and flows at the bottom. I slide it on and move to the gold and silver. I take some gold bracelets and earrings. The earrings had small rose dimonds linning them. I pass right over the make up. I don't like it and I've been told I don't need it.
I take my normal rout to the lake. I'm not actually sure I know how to get there any other way. With nothing to hold, I make my way down easily. I can see from here, Miles has a blanket and food. I smile to myself and start over there.
I was greeted by a smile and wine. He raised a glass of red wine to me, offering it. I hesitate to take it but finally do.
"And how are you this fine after noon?" He asks as I sit besides him.
"Very well thank you." I smile and take a sip of the wine. As soons it reached my throat I choked. "Ugh! This stuff it disgusting!" I put it down as far as I could.
Miles simply laughs. "You are a young one, aren't you? Without much knowledge, without much experience." He studies me closely.
"Oh haha. Very funny, Miles. You are a real jokester aren't you?" I shake my head at him. "You just love you make fun of me now don't you?"
"How you know?" He asked with a raised brow.
I roll my eyes at him and smirk. "Why on earth do you hate me?"
"Oh I don't hate you. I l'amour you." He whispers.
"What?" I ask. "I don't understand French."
"Follow me and I'll show you."
He takes my hand and leads me to the back door, then up the stairs into my room. He locked the doors then came up to me a slid his hands around my waist. My hands came to rest on his fore-arm.
He pushed his lips on mine, softly and gently. I don't kiss back for all of a second, then I kiss back with more passion then even he was giving. He didn't seem to mind. He licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I thought a moment before leting his tongue roam freely and massage my own.
He pulled back, looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Finally give in eh? Too much overwhelming emotions to hold in?"
"Miles, I wont deny feelings for you." I tell him. He had a smile of accomplishment on when I felt a sense of gult wrench inside me.
"Good. But you must. If anyone finds out, the consequences will not be kind." He tells me. I'm taken back.
A wave of confusion came over me. He has been trying to win me over for months and nows he's telling me to keep it in! What on earth?! "Why the hell would I do that?!" I blurt. Normally, I don't dirty my mouth with swears but I'm not in the mood for this shit.
"Just promise me you wont." He stares at me with seirus eyes.
"Fine I wont." I mumble.
"Thank you." He smiles and kisses me again. "I have to go. I will see you tonight." He hugs me sweetly and then leaves me.
-----------------
Madeline's eyes go very wide as I tell her about Miles. She looked oh so very panicked. "You?! He?! Oh! Eh.. I-I-I-I- have to go. C-Congrats!" She shuffles out, fummbling and choking on her words. She flings open the door and runs out.
What is wrong with these people?
---
Teehee^^ Sooooo lovely! Any guesses????? Hahahaa. So heres Miles and the mans conversation!:
Man- “Wait wait, who is this little tart?”
Miles- “That is Jenna, my beloved.”
Man- “Luck man! I would bet she would make a fine wife!”
Miles- “Uh...No actually. She'll make a horrible wife. That's why I love her.”
Man- “Then why in hell would you love her?!”
Miles- “You wouldn’t understand.”
Man- “Alright, you crazy man. Nice doing business with you.”
Miles- “You too.”
Fit that in and it's soooooo cute:) and feel free to correct my freanch!!! A certain Greek/Canadian might want to XD I used a free translator.... You wouldn't believe how much Bayside I've listend to to get through this O.o You guys should listen to the song montauk by bayside! I think you'll really like it:) It was the county/town right next to my little shit town back in NY. East meddow....ah how I don't miss it..... ANYWAY! Tell me how you liked the chapter and the song or just the chapter:) Thanks! ~JS~
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