The lieutenant and the prince

Chapter 6 - Moving on

I woke up with a good feeling. I walked downstairs with a small smile. "Good morning." I greeted everyone. "It's good to see you happy." My father said. I giggled. "What's for breakfast?" "Pancakes." Henry answered. I almost attack to food on my plate. "So what are plans for today Alena?" Emma asked. "I think I'm going for a walk through the city." After I ate all my pancakes I left the house with a good feeling. I knew there was a big change I was gonna see Peter but I didn't care. I was almost at Granny's when I saw him. He wasn't alone, no, he had a girl with him. A dumb blond sex doll. The moment they laughed I crumbled down and rushed inside Granny's. Where I sat at the bar for the rest of the day. My dad came in around the afternoon. "Hey darling so here are you." He said giving me a little hug. "Two rums please." He put the glass before me. "Cheers to a better day." He looked me. "Bloody hell, what did he do?" He asked when he say I wasn't looking up. "He-he got someone else." "What did you say?" "He got another one, a dumb blond sex doll." I poured the liquid inside. "I guess, I didn't gave him what he wanted." "Shall we go home?" "Yes." We walked home, my dad had his arm around me. When we got home I immediately run to my room. I didn't know when I fell asleep. I woke up and went downstairs. "I heard what happened. I think it's time to make him jealous. I got some clothes for you." Emma handed me clothes. I putted them on and looked into the mirror Emma made appear. It was a short blue dress with a leather jacket and high heels. "I'm not really sure." I said. "I can't even walk on these." "I'll teach you." After an hour I was able to walk on heels but it wasn't comfortable. "Do you know how to flirt?" "I don't need to flirt, remember, all the pirates lay at my feet by the first sight of me." "Yeah, right, good luck in the pub. I hope you find what you're looking for." Before I could respond I stood in front of the door from a pub. I walked in and went to the bar. "What can I get you?" The barman asked. "A beer would be nice." "What kind of beer would you like?" "This one," I pointed at the card. "Nice choice." He said and made the drink. "Hey beautiful what are you doing here?" "Do you've got any worse opening lines?" "Kim?" "Yeah, but it's actually Alena." "What are you doing here, what is Peter-" "We broke up, that's why I'm here, I want to find someone new." "Wow, in that cause, would you like to dance." "I'd love to, but what was your name again?" "Luke." he said and I grape his hand. We had fun dancing. I didn't know why but I liked how he moved his hands up and down my body. After a couple song we got some more drinks. "Well," Luke started after our fifth beer. "shall we, are we allowed to..." 'Oh god, he wants to kiss. I don't know if I want that, but why not?' I bit my lip before I spoke. "Alright, but only if you're a good kisser." I winked. "I hope so." He laughed nervously. We slowly got closer to each other, until we were close enough to kiss. I looked in his eyes and saw that he was just as nervous as I was. I slowly brought my hands to his face. He putted his hands softly on my back and pulled me in to a kiss. We both were shocked but enjoyed the moment. His kiss was different than Peter's kisses. This one was soft and gentle not harsh and hungry. It made me float for a minute. He pulled away in need for air. "Alena, you're.." "Shut up." I said before grasping his face. We kissed again. Again I floated. God this feeling, I loved it. No one ever kissed me like this, it's like magic. Now I was the one breaking the kiss for air. "I'm sorry if I.." "No need." We looked into each other's eyes. "Right, euh, I'm sorry I have to go. The other boys might start to wonder where I am." "That's okay, see ya." Luke walked away and as I watched him, I felt a weird feeling as if I already missed him. 'Right, I am in love again.' I walked home, still dreamy of what happened that night.

I opened the door carefully to wake no one, but it seemed that my dad was waiting for me. "How was it?" he asked softly. "Great, god I feel great." "fantastic, do you mind if we discuss this further in the morning, I'm kinda like tired." "Alright dad, I'm tired too." I pecked him on the check and went to my room. Before I went to bed I got my dairy and wrote about the event that happened. 'God, it feels so good. Why did I never got this feeling with Peter? I don't care, I just love it.' When I was done I hid it and went to bed, dreaming about Luke.