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Litzy was stuck on The Flight From Hell. She'd always expected that intercontinental flights would be serene and uneventful. Well this was nothing like what she'd expected. Not only was takeoff delayed for 45 minutes while they sat there on the runway, but there were air pockets so the plane was shaking just enough to make her uneasy, and she could feel it every time the plane changed altitude. Over the ocean. Which she definitely didn't want to be headed towards, even if only a little bit. Her only consolation was that she was going to get to see Davey. And that the flight would be landing in Manchester soon.
She'd been very afraid when she heard she'd have to fly to Europe to go to his birthday party, but there was no way she'd say no. After all, she'd convinced him to celebrate and she wanted to be there to share it with him. She'd brought along a picture of them together to inspire her to be strong. It was nothing special but it was her favorite. It was taken about a year ago at a venue in Texas. They'd been walking up the stairs and Hunter had a new camera so he was testing it out. He was ahead of them and without warning he turned around and snapped a picture of them. They'd been in the middle of talking about something funny and in the picture they were looking at each other like they were best friends sharing the best secret ever. She had that picture on her desk at work and people often commented on how cute they were.
The Flight From Hell finally landed, and she was able to turn her phone back on. She was late. Seriously late. And she still had to make it to the hotel and change. She hopped in a cab and got over there quick, but she soon saw that getting ready wasn't going to be that easy. She'd just been on a seriously long flight and she now had to shower, shave her legs, do her makeup, and curl her hair. She took out her phone, seeing that she had 11 missed calls and knowing who the caller undoubtedly was. She pressed 1 and Send. The line rang. And rang. And rang. And -
"Hello?" Davey answered.
She could hear the bustle of people in the background and their voices talking and laughing.
"I'm so sorry, Davey, I'm gonna be late."
"I kinda figured that," he said, sounding amused. "I'm just glad you're okay, I didn't know where you were. And I haven't talked to you since yesterday -"
"I know, I know. The flight was all screwy and now I'm at the hotel but I have to get ready."
"Okay, when do you think you'll be here?"
"As soon as I can. I'm so excited! Happy birthday, love."
"Thank you, sweetie."
"I got you a present," she sang.
"Oh no. Tell me you didn't?"
"Oh yes I did!"
"You didn't have to get me a present, agh God I hate presents."
"You won't hate this one. I promise. I gotta go, see you soon," she said.
"Okay, see you soon. Bye."
She kissed into the phone and hung up. Then she made a mad dash for the shower.
Tyler Scott was a 22-year-old artist. A painter, to be exact. He was also fond of words, Davey could tell, since he hadn't been able to get any in edgewise since this little 'conversation' started. He should've known he'd be arrogant when he heard he had two first names. As soon as Jade introduced them he disappeared into the sea of black that had filled the circular hall. Soon there would be dancing and music here, but for now there was hors d'ouerves and champagne. There were also some lovely fruit-based beverages for those who were vegan and didn't care to 'imbibe' - Litzy's word referring to drinking alcohol. She had words for everything. She certainly was a character. Unlike this Scott guy who was on the verge of boring him to tears with stories of his art gallery.
As Tyler went on talking about himself with little to no encouragement from Davey, he wondered if he was really this vain or if he felt the need to give him his resume because he was famous. But why give him the benefit of the doubt? He was definitely lacking in conversational skills. However, he did have style. His light brown hair was cut so as to be just a little longer on one side, making a rather adorable little flip. His pouty bottom lip was pierced in the center and he had plugs about the same size as Davey's own. The invitations had read that guests were to wear all black, but he was wearing a white tie....most likely to match his black and white checkerboard Vans, which he had worn with his tuxedo. A bold and daring move.
This kid was an artist and a rebel. He could respect that, despite his motormouth. Maybe six months ago he would've been interested, even if for nothing more than a quick birthday lay. In fact, he couldn't figure out why he wasn't interested. But he just wasn't. He felt no desire whatsoever to do anything but ditch this kid as soon as possible. But he didn't want to be rude to Jade, since this was his friend. No sooner than he'd thought of Jade did he appear to check on them.
"Hey, how are you two getting along?" he asked, like the nosey little matchmaker he was.
"Good," Tyler said, before Davey could muster up a word.
"Great," Jade said. "Davey, its about time to get this party started isnt it?"
"Yes, time for me to play MC for the night," he said, glad to be getting away from Tyler for awhile. He headed to the stairs.
When the guests saw him heading up the spiral staircase and grabbing a mic from a sound tech's willing hand, they quieted down and waited in awe.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," he said, at the balcony.
The crowd clapped and cheered.
"Thank you so much for being here to share this night with me."
More applause.
"I hope that you will have a wonderful time tonight. You know what they say, it's not a party until someone's dancing. So let's dance!"
The black curtain that had been hanging against a far wall raised and there was a band there, ready to go. They started playing and just as they did, black and silver glitter and confetti started falling. Everyone was dancing and drinking and having a good time. As he descended the stairs he saw Tyler wave at him. He waved back, but when he cleared the stairs he went in the opposite direction.
He schmoozed with some people by the bar, then he just felt like being alone. He walked out of the ballroom and went to the balcony, looking out at the stars and the moon. Something about looking at that huge night sky made him feel so small and alone. And really, he was alone. He had a house full of people there for him that night but he still felt like he didn't have anyone. He stood there for a moment pondering solitude and how it could be so deep and so profound. He wondered if it would always be his companion.
All of a sudden he felt arms encircle his waist. He stiffened in surprise and looked back over his shoulder to see Litzy's smiling face. He was so happy to see her, but more than that. He felt happy, relieved and excited all in one. His night was saved. He turned around and hugged her, kissing her on the cheeks and lips. She squeezed him tight and he knew she was just as happy to see him as he was to see her.
"What are you doing out here?" she scolded, when they parted. "You have a lovely party going on in there. You should be in there dancing."
"Well maybe I was waiting for the right person to dance with."
"And who would that be?"
"Someone who's an hour late," he grinned.
"I'm sorry! But I'm here now," she said, taking his arm. "Dance with me?"
He pulled her into his arms and started to dance with her right there on the balcony. She looked confused for a moment then she went with it, putting her left hand on his shoulder, following his lead and moving to the music coming from the ballroom.
"So, has it been fun so far?" she asked.
"Yeah, I mean it would be better if Jade wasn't playing matchmaker tonight."
"Oh God. Again?"
"He means well."
"I know. Was the guy at least cute?"
"I guess so."
"So..."
"That's not all there is to attraction. There has to be some kind of spark there."
"True, but you always say there's no spark. What are you looking for?"
"I don't know," he said, softly.
They let it drop for a moment and just danced. She looked up at him and smiled, happily.
"You are /so pretty/," he said.
She turned red and laughed, shyly. "Where?" she scoffed.
He already knew she couldn't take a compliment, and he also knew she didn't find herself the least bit extraordinary, even though she was.
"Everywhere."
"And how would you know?" she teased, narrowing her eyes.
"Alright, everywhere that I can see right now," he laughed.
"So you like my dress? I thought it might be too Glenda the Good Witch goes bad."
It was very different from anyone else's dress. Black satin bodice with a sweetheart neckline lined in feathers and silver stars, and a layering of tulle over her full satin skirt, also covered in tiny silver stars. She did look like some sort of fairy, but he liked it.
"I do like it. But I was talking about you."
"Davey, you only say these things because you're my friend. If you weren't you'd see me for the hag I truly am."
"If you're a hag all the supermodels must be trolls and goblins."
That got her to laugh. He stopped dancing and held her by the waist.
"You really are beautiful, Litzy," he said. "Whether you want to believe it or not. So just accept it."
"Thank you," she said, looking down, shyly.
Davey embraced her.
"One day I hope you look in the mirror and see what I see," he whispered to her.
She kissed his cheek and sighed. A tear rolled down her cheek. Concerned, he took her face in his hands.
"What's the matter?"
"Someday I'll tell you. But not tonight. Tonight we celebrate."
He wiped her tears away and kissed her softly on the lips.
He heard someone clear their throat.
Both he and Litzy turned to see Jade and Tyler standing there looking at them awestruck.
She'd been very afraid when she heard she'd have to fly to Europe to go to his birthday party, but there was no way she'd say no. After all, she'd convinced him to celebrate and she wanted to be there to share it with him. She'd brought along a picture of them together to inspire her to be strong. It was nothing special but it was her favorite. It was taken about a year ago at a venue in Texas. They'd been walking up the stairs and Hunter had a new camera so he was testing it out. He was ahead of them and without warning he turned around and snapped a picture of them. They'd been in the middle of talking about something funny and in the picture they were looking at each other like they were best friends sharing the best secret ever. She had that picture on her desk at work and people often commented on how cute they were.
The Flight From Hell finally landed, and she was able to turn her phone back on. She was late. Seriously late. And she still had to make it to the hotel and change. She hopped in a cab and got over there quick, but she soon saw that getting ready wasn't going to be that easy. She'd just been on a seriously long flight and she now had to shower, shave her legs, do her makeup, and curl her hair. She took out her phone, seeing that she had 11 missed calls and knowing who the caller undoubtedly was. She pressed 1 and Send. The line rang. And rang. And rang. And -
"Hello?" Davey answered.
She could hear the bustle of people in the background and their voices talking and laughing.
"I'm so sorry, Davey, I'm gonna be late."
"I kinda figured that," he said, sounding amused. "I'm just glad you're okay, I didn't know where you were. And I haven't talked to you since yesterday -"
"I know, I know. The flight was all screwy and now I'm at the hotel but I have to get ready."
"Okay, when do you think you'll be here?"
"As soon as I can. I'm so excited! Happy birthday, love."
"Thank you, sweetie."
"I got you a present," she sang.
"Oh no. Tell me you didn't?"
"Oh yes I did!"
"You didn't have to get me a present, agh God I hate presents."
"You won't hate this one. I promise. I gotta go, see you soon," she said.
"Okay, see you soon. Bye."
She kissed into the phone and hung up. Then she made a mad dash for the shower.
Tyler Scott was a 22-year-old artist. A painter, to be exact. He was also fond of words, Davey could tell, since he hadn't been able to get any in edgewise since this little 'conversation' started. He should've known he'd be arrogant when he heard he had two first names. As soon as Jade introduced them he disappeared into the sea of black that had filled the circular hall. Soon there would be dancing and music here, but for now there was hors d'ouerves and champagne. There were also some lovely fruit-based beverages for those who were vegan and didn't care to 'imbibe' - Litzy's word referring to drinking alcohol. She had words for everything. She certainly was a character. Unlike this Scott guy who was on the verge of boring him to tears with stories of his art gallery.
As Tyler went on talking about himself with little to no encouragement from Davey, he wondered if he was really this vain or if he felt the need to give him his resume because he was famous. But why give him the benefit of the doubt? He was definitely lacking in conversational skills. However, he did have style. His light brown hair was cut so as to be just a little longer on one side, making a rather adorable little flip. His pouty bottom lip was pierced in the center and he had plugs about the same size as Davey's own. The invitations had read that guests were to wear all black, but he was wearing a white tie....most likely to match his black and white checkerboard Vans, which he had worn with his tuxedo. A bold and daring move.
This kid was an artist and a rebel. He could respect that, despite his motormouth. Maybe six months ago he would've been interested, even if for nothing more than a quick birthday lay. In fact, he couldn't figure out why he wasn't interested. But he just wasn't. He felt no desire whatsoever to do anything but ditch this kid as soon as possible. But he didn't want to be rude to Jade, since this was his friend. No sooner than he'd thought of Jade did he appear to check on them.
"Hey, how are you two getting along?" he asked, like the nosey little matchmaker he was.
"Good," Tyler said, before Davey could muster up a word.
"Great," Jade said. "Davey, its about time to get this party started isnt it?"
"Yes, time for me to play MC for the night," he said, glad to be getting away from Tyler for awhile. He headed to the stairs.
When the guests saw him heading up the spiral staircase and grabbing a mic from a sound tech's willing hand, they quieted down and waited in awe.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," he said, at the balcony.
The crowd clapped and cheered.
"Thank you so much for being here to share this night with me."
More applause.
"I hope that you will have a wonderful time tonight. You know what they say, it's not a party until someone's dancing. So let's dance!"
The black curtain that had been hanging against a far wall raised and there was a band there, ready to go. They started playing and just as they did, black and silver glitter and confetti started falling. Everyone was dancing and drinking and having a good time. As he descended the stairs he saw Tyler wave at him. He waved back, but when he cleared the stairs he went in the opposite direction.
He schmoozed with some people by the bar, then he just felt like being alone. He walked out of the ballroom and went to the balcony, looking out at the stars and the moon. Something about looking at that huge night sky made him feel so small and alone. And really, he was alone. He had a house full of people there for him that night but he still felt like he didn't have anyone. He stood there for a moment pondering solitude and how it could be so deep and so profound. He wondered if it would always be his companion.
All of a sudden he felt arms encircle his waist. He stiffened in surprise and looked back over his shoulder to see Litzy's smiling face. He was so happy to see her, but more than that. He felt happy, relieved and excited all in one. His night was saved. He turned around and hugged her, kissing her on the cheeks and lips. She squeezed him tight and he knew she was just as happy to see him as he was to see her.
"What are you doing out here?" she scolded, when they parted. "You have a lovely party going on in there. You should be in there dancing."
"Well maybe I was waiting for the right person to dance with."
"And who would that be?"
"Someone who's an hour late," he grinned.
"I'm sorry! But I'm here now," she said, taking his arm. "Dance with me?"
He pulled her into his arms and started to dance with her right there on the balcony. She looked confused for a moment then she went with it, putting her left hand on his shoulder, following his lead and moving to the music coming from the ballroom.
"So, has it been fun so far?" she asked.
"Yeah, I mean it would be better if Jade wasn't playing matchmaker tonight."
"Oh God. Again?"
"He means well."
"I know. Was the guy at least cute?"
"I guess so."
"So..."
"That's not all there is to attraction. There has to be some kind of spark there."
"True, but you always say there's no spark. What are you looking for?"
"I don't know," he said, softly.
They let it drop for a moment and just danced. She looked up at him and smiled, happily.
"You are /so pretty/," he said.
She turned red and laughed, shyly. "Where?" she scoffed.
He already knew she couldn't take a compliment, and he also knew she didn't find herself the least bit extraordinary, even though she was.
"Everywhere."
"And how would you know?" she teased, narrowing her eyes.
"Alright, everywhere that I can see right now," he laughed.
"So you like my dress? I thought it might be too Glenda the Good Witch goes bad."
It was very different from anyone else's dress. Black satin bodice with a sweetheart neckline lined in feathers and silver stars, and a layering of tulle over her full satin skirt, also covered in tiny silver stars. She did look like some sort of fairy, but he liked it.
"I do like it. But I was talking about you."
"Davey, you only say these things because you're my friend. If you weren't you'd see me for the hag I truly am."
"If you're a hag all the supermodels must be trolls and goblins."
That got her to laugh. He stopped dancing and held her by the waist.
"You really are beautiful, Litzy," he said. "Whether you want to believe it or not. So just accept it."
"Thank you," she said, looking down, shyly.
Davey embraced her.
"One day I hope you look in the mirror and see what I see," he whispered to her.
She kissed his cheek and sighed. A tear rolled down her cheek. Concerned, he took her face in his hands.
"What's the matter?"
"Someday I'll tell you. But not tonight. Tonight we celebrate."
He wiped her tears away and kissed her softly on the lips.
He heard someone clear their throat.
Both he and Litzy turned to see Jade and Tyler standing there looking at them awestruck.
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