Obsessed-Writer

"What do you think about this sundress?" "I'm not really into that sort of thing…" "Okay, okay. How about…capris and a tank top?" "Well, I suppose-" "No, wait! I have just the thing. This skirt with this shirt…" Bella had taken it upon herself to help you choose your wardrobe for your upcoming date this afternoon. She usually did, and you usually had no problem with it, though with time ticking by faster and faster, you now found yourself with only 20 minutes to get ready and get a move on. Though Francis was coming to your house, so you didn't really have to get a move on. You still wanted to look nice, though. "I'll just

"______, there you are!" Bella shouted immediately upon your arrival inside. You paused, tossing your coat on the coat rack/coat area to the left of the door and you took off your shoes, tossing them aside as well. You heard her running down the stairs and she ran into you, hugging you and spewing some nonsense about 'the date' and 'clothes' and such. "So so? How was it? Tell me everything!" "It was really nice," you started, taking your hair out of the bun and walking to the living room. "After we ate, we went on a walk home, it was really romantic." Bella was absorbed, listening to every detail and hanging on to every word. "And when we we

You blushed and placed a hand somewhat firmly on his shoulder before he took the first step, leading you into a waltz-like dance, only freer and about the room. You giggled, trying not to look down at your feet and keep your eyes on his. It wasn't hard; he did have beautiful eyes. You blushed, still staring at him, when you realized you accidentally stepped on his foot. Your gaze tore from his face and you looked down at the ground, giggling. "I'm sorry!" you said through your laughs. Francis smiled and chuckled with you. As soon as your laughter had died down a bit, the song ended and Francis pulled away, bowing to you. "Thank you very muc

"Hurry up ______, I want to see!" Bella exclaimed from outside of the changing room. She had (somehow) convinced you to go shopping with her the afternoon before your date. She was making you buy a dress for your dinner, because it turns out that the restaurant you were going to was extremely fancy and, not to mention, extremely expensive. "How's this?" you asked, stepping out of the dressing room in a floor length, dark brown dress that clung to your sides. She clapped excitedly and pushed you in front of the mirror. "Now," she said, her eyes gleaming in excitement, "all we need to do is put your hair up in a bun. Yes! That will just make

You were excited to get home that day. The paper Francis gave you had been burning in your pocket ever since he gave it to you, and the ache to just pull it out to see what was written was overwhelming. When Bella finally decided to take a bath, you rushed to your room and closed the door, ripping it out of your jeans. A phone number written in wonderfully nice handwriting was scrawled in the middle, with a small 'm'appeler' written beneath it. You blushed and grabbed your journal (you had brought one to document the living experience in France) and shoved the number in between its pages. You considered calling him right then and there, but i

The next few days were uneventful, spent unpacking your various boxes and arguing with Bella over what would go where. "But these blue towels go much better in the bathroom on this floor!" she argued. "I don't think so. The wallpaper in the bathroom upstairs is much better suited for these!" It was only shortly after that when you both realized it didn't really matter. "Ready to go?" Bella asked, wrapping a light scarf around her neck. You grabbed a map of Paris and shoved it into your back pocket, nodding. The two of you were taking the day off (since the weather was so very nice outside) and walking around Paris for the day. You both wa

Paris, France. It wasn't the top city on your agenda, due to its large size and increasing popularity (you wanted to go somewhere with more culture), but unfortunately the argument between you and your friend, now your roommate, went in her favor. "Paris! Please ______, living in Paris has been my dream!" Bella exclaimed, pleading. "But Bella, wouldn't you rather go somewhere…better? Like Lyon, or—" "NO! Paris is the capitol, the city of love, and the heart of France! C'mon ______, please?" You sighed. "Fine then, you win." Not that Paris wasn't beautiful (because it was stunningly gorgeous), but there was something about it th

Your eyes read over the pages of your fantasy novel, completely engrossed by the story of knights and magic. You were sitting at a small table for two at a local café, though you weren't expecting anyone. You reached out, fumbling for your latte, refusing to let your eyes stray from the page as you continued reading. You allowed yourself to smile when you felt your fingertips brush your cup, and took the coffee in your hand, taking a sip and putting the cup back, eyes leaving your book not even once. You were sitting outside the café, in the quieter part of town. The novel was the newest book you managed to get your hands on, havin

       You woke up, taking a few moments to recognize the surroundings. You pulled off your blanket, swinging your feet off the couch so they were resting on the rug, stretching and letting out a content sigh. The fire was smaller now, but was still big enough to spread warmth to the room. You glanced to the side, noticing a piece of paper on the foot of the couch, curious; you grabbed it and read the note.        I'm chopping more firewood outside, I haven't made any breakfast yet though, so if you're hungry you're going to have to make something small for yourself, sorry

       Your senses were beginning to come back, and as you slowly fluttered your eyes open you realized you felt warmth, not the biting cold of the outside air. Your eyes focused on a wooden ceiling, and you blinked in confusion. Where were you?! You sat up, a blanket that was covering you shifting off of your torso and onto your lap. You looked around. You were on a couch, a fire place in front of you, the flickering light spreading warmth to the rest of the room.  You started when you heard footsteps, and a large man walked into your vision of range, you whipped your head around and looked at him