Fan Fiction |
by Hibiscus
She turned on the music and cleared a space in the living room. The months of training were finally showing through. Now when she moved, Ariel had a liquid grace that made men stop in midsentence and focus on her, just so they could watch her move. She felt it in the way her heels curved on the floor beneath her.
She was practicing when it occurred to her that she hadn’t really looked up the next day’s shooting scene. She stopped dancing and walked over to the couch where she had left her copy of the script.
“Oh lord. The first kiss!” Ariel sat down with shock on the couch. All of a sudden her heart started racing. All the previous Love Contract kisses flashed through her mind. She remembered the first time she had watched the playback of her and Mike kissing. It had been the beach kiss, with his lips still covered with cake, soft lips searching hers. Her toes had curled in embarrassment and awareness as she had been sitting beside Mike while watching that scene. Ariel remembered how she had spent the entire day avoiding him, embarrassed to face him. Afraid that he would somehow know that when he had whispered to her, “I don’t want to stop” when the director had yelled “Cut,” she had agreed. She hadn’t wanted to stop kissing him either.
Ariel got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. She ended up at the sink and opened the taps to the coldest temperature. She splashed cold water on her burning face and told herself sternly, “It’s just a kiss. Besides Ariel, stop acting as though YOU are kissing him, Tuesday is. Not you. TUESDAY. And it’s just Mike. The same Mike who stole your ice cream on the first day of high school, the Mike who put a frog in your desk in middle school. The Mike who made you proof read his love letters, that Mike. You’ve kissed him before.”
“And look where it got you.” Ariel’s conscience, (we’ll call her Connie) spoke up.
“Shut up.” Ariel said to Connie.
“You kissed him and it lead to all that brouhaha and you, cowardly chicken that you are, weren’t strong enough to face the music.” Connie said again.
“You are really annoying.” Ariel muttered shaking her head as if to dislodge her conscience.
“He confessed to you, Yi Chen.”
“LALALALAL!” Ariel started singing loudly.
“Fine. Don’t listen to me. You’ll regret it.” Connie murmured.
“I’ll treat him as Mike the friend. And everything will be fine tomorrow. Yep. Perfect. Deal. Right. Oh God.” Ariel flopped down on the couch groaning.
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Author's note: See you guys on Monday! =D