"Remembering "
by Carrie
(Author's note--I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. Let's just see where all the typing takes me..swing heil everybody!)
(ps-This is Thomas' point of view...for now anyway...)
Peter and I walked into the club, ready for another night of dancing. I put my coat down at the table, nodding hello to Otto and Arvid.
"Hmm, whom shall the lucky girl be tonight, Thomas?" Peter grinned, making fun of the way I surveyed the girls. Peter....oh Peter. It wasn't so long ago...
"You just wait. I'll find a real peach." He rolled his eyes.
"Peach? Haven't heard that one before." Otto put his cigarette down, referring to my American slang.
"A peach is like...a real looker." Arvid tried to translate.
"Looker!? Like a hooker?" Otto's eyes were wide now.
"No! Do I have to explain *everything*?" Arvid sighed. Peter and I laughed, then headed out to find lookers. *Not* hookers....
Peter found Helga Schlettz and they started dancing like there was no tommorow. Where were all the regular girls? There was practically no one left to dance with. And I certainly was not going to go back and sit with Arvid and Otto. Yeah, Arvid would just love it if I couldn't find anyone to dance with. He's smirk and hand me some sarcastic comment. He doesn't like me, never really has. Arvid knew Peter long before I ever came along and...well let's just say he's got issues with letting go. Honestly. He can't cope if Peter and I do anything without him.
Then...I saw her. Her short brown hair framed a pretty face with deep blue eyes. She had on a white dress. She looked like some sort of angel. The girl saw me in that same instant, and I could tell by the look in her eyes she was amazed, confused and in love all at the same time. Just like I was. In a daze, I walked up to her.
"Wanna dance?"
The girl watched me for a second with her blue eyes studying me intently. The look said "What is he really saying?"
"Okay." She agreed. She was so sophisticated, so beautiful and so complex a person. And yet somehow, I already knew that.
She was the one.
The song was fast. We started jitterbugging. The music speeded up with more intensity every second. Faster and faster I spun her around, and we finsihed with an aerial. I was out of breath, so was she.
She was smiling ecstatically now "My name's Serena. What's yours?"
"Thomas."
"Thomas." She repeated thoughtfully.
Ahh, I had never loved hearing my name more.
by Carrie
(Author's note--I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. Let's just see where all the typing takes me..swing heil everybody!)
(ps-This is Thomas' point of view...for now anyway...)
Peter and I walked into the club, ready for another night of dancing. I put my coat down at the table, nodding hello to Otto and Arvid.
"Hmm, whom shall the lucky girl be tonight, Thomas?" Peter grinned, making fun of the way I surveyed the girls. Peter....oh Peter. It wasn't so long ago...
"You just wait. I'll find a real peach." He rolled his eyes.
"Peach? Haven't heard that one before." Otto put his cigarette down, referring to my American slang.
"A peach is like...a real looker." Arvid tried to translate.
"Looker!? Like a hooker?" Otto's eyes were wide now.
"No! Do I have to explain *everything*?" Arvid sighed. Peter and I laughed, then headed out to find lookers. *Not* hookers....
Peter found Helga Schlettz and they started dancing like there was no tommorow. Where were all the regular girls? There was practically no one left to dance with. And I certainly was not going to go back and sit with Arvid and Otto. Yeah, Arvid would just love it if I couldn't find anyone to dance with. He's smirk and hand me some sarcastic comment. He doesn't like me, never really has. Arvid knew Peter long before I ever came along and...well let's just say he's got issues with letting go. Honestly. He can't cope if Peter and I do anything without him.
Then...I saw her. Her short brown hair framed a pretty face with deep blue eyes. She had on a white dress. She looked like some sort of angel. The girl saw me in that same instant, and I could tell by the look in her eyes she was amazed, confused and in love all at the same time. Just like I was. In a daze, I walked up to her.
"Wanna dance?"
The girl watched me for a second with her blue eyes studying me intently. The look said "What is he really saying?"
"Okay." She agreed. She was so sophisticated, so beautiful and so complex a person. And yet somehow, I already knew that.
She was the one.
The song was fast. We started jitterbugging. The music speeded up with more intensity every second. Faster and faster I spun her around, and we finsihed with an aerial. I was out of breath, so was she.
She was smiling ecstatically now "My name's Serena. What's yours?"
"Thomas."
"Thomas." She repeated thoughtfully.
Ahh, I had never loved hearing my name more.