Post by mikaela valentine fuentes on Apr 5, 2020 12:05:24 GMT -5
Miki knew before she opened her eyes that she wasn’t in her own bed. The pillows were softer for a start, and the blanket felt lighter. Neither of these things were bad; in fact, it was the best night’s sleep in a while for the young woman. She awoke with a smile on her lips, stretching her arms high above her head as the memories of yesterday came floating back to her. Miki recalled the delicious meal at the wedding reception, the hours of dancing with old friends, and eventually leaving with the man she had spent a solid portion of the day flirting with. Sydney had been a welcome distraction for most of the wedding reception. The problem with being in a room with old friends was that many of them knew what Miki had become when she left New York, and too many wanted to talk about it or leer at her like they knew what was under her dress. Miki had no problem stripping down to her underwear, but there was a time and a place to appreciate it. Besides, those people – the ones who liked to stare – were also the ones who had no respect for what she was doing now by going back to college and chasing other dreams. In fact, one guy, who had been the star of the basketball team, had the audacity to ask her why she was wasting her good looks. Thankfully, an old party song came on and Miki was dragged away by an excited Evie before she could give the drunken idiot a piece of her mind and cause a scene.
At least Syd didn’t seem to know of her. If he did, he was polite enough not to mention it. Miki was by no means a celebrity, but when you’re plastered in magazines, on billboards and store fronts you have one of those faces everyone just seemed to recognise – and sometimes people managed to piece the puzzle together. She didn’t mind it, but there were times when it was less welcome than others, and on a day she was celebrating her friend’s happiness, she didn’t need to be told how she looked amazing in a burgundy lace piece with black accents. At least, she didn’t need to be told that while her clothes were on. She hadn’t minded hearing the compliments when Syd had taken her home and wriggled her out of her dress. Not that there was much talking then. She wasn’t sure if they’d exhausted conversation topics at the wedding, or if Syd was just a forward kind of guy who knew what he wanted.
She had realised by now that the bed was empty, and cool where another body should be. It suggested Syd had been up and about for a while. With a vague memory of losing her dress away from the bedroom, Syd wrapped the sheets around herself and meandered through the apartment. She could hear and smell cooking, and her bleary eyes blinked away the morning sunlight. “Help a girl out and tell her where her dress ended up?” She asked with a flirtatious smirk, picking her bra up from the back of a chair. Miki didn’t know if she’d ever see Sydney again at this point, but she also wasn’t the type to regret a love story that only lasted one night. There were worse things in the world than a one night stand.
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TAGGED! Sydney Martin Abbott
WORDS! 575!
LYRICS! One More Weekend - - - Against The Current
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