Alright my human resources! It's almost 3 am and my story has began to lose it's storyline. In fact it had none to begin with. This is JUST a draft and I have by no means finished it or edited it yet. So feel free to read the junk. I'm pretty much stuck on the conclusion. So help me out will ya? SUGGESTIONS. Btw I don't really like the story so I might make another one up. But that's for tomorrow.
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Question 4 'My Celebrity Crush'
Chilled
hands hastily wiped the mist off the frozen window glass in hopes to
be the first to spot the shinning moonlight. Gasping her awe into the
palm of her hands, she dreamily watched the moon whilst her mind was
preoccupied with overflowing thoughts of him. Eager to capture
this moment, she allowed herself a second to youtube her favorite
background tone. Clicking play,
the music 'Maahi' flowed and penetrated her room with visions of his
almond shaped eyes. With a hopeful sigh, she reached forward and
began to scribe her hearts desire onto the misted glass.
I
love you John Abraham!
'Imrehin!'
she heard her mother call out from the living room. Desperate to
conceal and prevent her obsessive feelings from being ridiculed , she
rapidly wiped the glass and closed the blinds. Imrehin laid down on
her bed and placed her treasured laptop on her stomach as she logged
into India Forums. Directly heading for the celebrity list, she
managed to post a comment on every single photo of John Abraham. 'You
will be number 1 in the forums John' she whispered to the screen.
After complimenting his every snap shot, Imrehin found herself in the
debating thread whereby John's acting and looks were being negatively
criticized.
Upon
reading the post Imrehin felt a heavy sensation lodge into her
throat, further blocking her airways. With a heavy pounding heart,
tears began to form and slip singularly down her pale cheeks. How
could anyone question perfection? She mused to herself as she typed
ferociously on the keyboard, responding to each and every negative
comment. It were as if time had fast forwarded for she found herself
awake at the haunting hour of 3am. Finally satisfied that the Forum
members had ceased with their bickering, she turned her laptop off
and reached for something underneath her silky pillows.
Grasping
onto the photograph, Imrehin placed a lingering kiss on his smiling
dimpled face. Her hands shook as she traced and caressed his
beautiful image. Had anyone noticed that he had a lazy left eye,
especially when he smiled? She thought to herself in pride. Did
anyone appreciate the way his dimples formed and penetrated his right
cheek? She questioned her wall. Nobody replied, because no one had
the answer except for her. Kissing his photograph goodnight, she
tucked his photo underneath her pillow once again and prayed for
dreams of John Abraham.
The
breeze whisked through the tendrils of her curly her as she
impatiently brushed the chestnut locks behind her ear. Tweaking her
reading glasses into position, Imrehin walked through her college
corridors refusing to acknowledge the world or anybody breathing
within it. She clutched her book possessively to her chest and walked
swiftly in the direction of her classroom. '10 more stops and I'll be
there' she muttered to herself in triumph. However, her relief was
cut short when she felt a broad shoulder clash into hers, nearly
knocking her over.
The
impact of their collision was so strong that to her dismay, she found
herself almost toppling onto the hard ground. But before she could
openly embrace the tiled floor with her crushed nose, a firm hand
gripped onto her flaying arms and thus prevented her humiliating
fall. 'Easy there' she heard a deep masculine voice whisper into her
ear. Imrehin whipped her head towards the direction of his voice and
found herself facing the most envied, most loved and most popular guy
in college. Although every single air headed bimbo swayed on their
feet, his 6 foot 2, athletic persona sparked no interest in
Imrehin''s heart. His black shirt stuck to his muscular torso like a
second skin, moving and displaying his biceps as he flexed.
Alas,
the only reason why she did not openly portray her disgust was due to
the unfortunate fact that he somewhat resembled her beloved John. The
same cropped hair, the same tanned complexion, the same height, the
same body structure and the very same dimpled smile. But it was not
John, she had to remind herself for the umpteenth time. He grinned in
amusement at her silence, 'knocked your breath away?' he joked with a
show of light humored confidence. Unwilling to communicate with
anyone other than John, Imrehin brushed past him.
Before
she stepped into her class, Imrehin casted a hesitant glance over her
shoulder only to notice him standing at the same spot she had left
him. He was leaning his shoulder casually on the locker, with his
arms folded as he openly watched her retrieving figure with a knowing
smile. The moment their gazes met, her breath shortened at the
intensity displayed in his watchful gaze. Perplexed with the way he
was staring at her, Imrehin made a dash towards the room.
One
would seemingly perceive that clashing encounter as a momentous
moment that should be celebrated and drooled upon. However, that
haunting day had converted and created a live symbolic hell for her
college existence. Suddenly everyone seemed to notice her. The girls
looked at her in envy whilst the guys jeered at her with a knowing
smile, poking and shoving Raf whenever she was in close proximity.
Expensive presents and flowers were sent to her workplace daily and
her anger fueled and heightened with each passing day.
Murderous
thoughts lingered in her mind as she cautiously walked through the
corridor, freakishly careful to avoid encountering Raf again. She
opened her notebook and smiled down at John's photo which was hidden
in between the pages. 'Piss off!' she heard a guy shout at the top of
his lungs. Jerking in fright, Imrehin looked up and realized that she
was standing amidst a potential fighting session. The two overbearing
bulls were huffing and puffing their chests out ready to strike one
another clean. Hoping to avoid getting trapped in the physical fight
as a crowd of people began to form a circle around the fight, Imrehin
tried to slide past.
At
that moment, the uglier and hairier bull used all of his strength to
push the other guy. With a muffled shriek, Imrehin felt his body fly
into her, crashing her head against the wall. Although the brawl
began with two people, a third person jumped in with an angry roar,
striking the guy who landed onto Imrehin with a powerful closed
fisted punch. Within seconds her head was being cradled by a shaking
hand, 'are you hurt?' he asked in a worried tone. Imrehin looked up
and stared at Raf's enraged eyes. Although he tried to conceal his
anger with concern, it was obvious that he had not been satisfied
with the single punishing punch. Before Imrehin could nod her head to
ease his worries, her gaze shifted to the floor. Her eyes widened in
astonishment as she noticed that John's photo was lying on the
ground. Shoving Raf away, Imrehin fell onto her knees and quickly
gathered the photo into her hands. Wiping the photo clean, she tired
to blow the dirty dust away from the perfection of his image.
Before
she could apologize to the photo for being tarnished with dirt, Raf
snatched the photo from her grasp. Shooting up to her feet, Imrehin
tried to retain the photograph back to it's rightful owner.
Anticipating her response, Raf raised his arms out of her reach and
continued to stare at the image in shocked wonder. 'Isn't he some
kind of actor?' he asked as he analyzed the photo. 'He is not some
ordinary actor' Imrehin snapped in defense, 'he is a human with
integrity, dignity, humanity and respect'. Raf's eyebrows shot up to
his skull, 'And who told you this? Wikipedia?' he joked with a
dimpled smile.
Edited by _SiinnceMaan_ - 12 years ago
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