Broken

Chapter Five

Andre

Tizzy and I sat in the restaurant waiting for our dinner. I felt so weird seeing her like this setting, her hair in a neat bun her face plastered with make up and she was wearing a dress that looked like it was hard to breathe in. Tizzy and I had been friends for years before we agreed on this little deed.

The waiter came with the food and we slowly ate we didn't even talk it was awkward. I liked people interacting at dinner. The next girl after Tizzy has to have spunk maybe Daniella she would give me a run for my money, a life with her would never be boring. Not that I imagined a life with a gothic girl but she wasn't my cup of tea. Or maybe with her you had to be on your toes.

"Do you like her?" Tizzy asked placing her fork in her food.

"Who?" I asked confused.

"That girl that we went to her house and used her pool." She was talking about Daniella. Did I like her? From the information I had bought from Maria, Daniella was sixteen and skipped a few grades and she had a brother. She didn't give much off about herself.

"She is alright I guess." I shrugged. Did I like her? Maybe a little.

"She looks like your type." I choked on my wine.

"What?" My voice was raspy. What did she mean she looked like my type?

"Yes she looks like the girl you would like. She has spunk not afraid but kind in a twisted way. She is definitely beautiful almost like she is plastic or glass. She has tattoos but they make her even more of an enigma. She has a damn great body even though she tries to hide it. Her house and the wealth that it gives off makes you wonder who she is. Which makes me wonder who she really is? She looks familiar but I can't put my finger on it." Wow Tizzy she pointed a few things that I myself have noticed. Who was she really? She challenged people and dug into their soul with her words and her eyes. Her eyes pierced people's soul her cold gaze and her sarcasm.

"She is a challenge. She gives the coldest gaze and she kneed Ryan in the nuts. " I answered.

"That's good." I looked at Tizzy and I looked at her food she hardly touched it. "I can't eat much in this dress." She smiled.

"Then why wear something that prohibits you from doing what you want?" I asked putting down my fork. Why were women so cruel to their bodies? The waxing, the plucking, the tucking and all the painful things they do to get the look of perfection. Does Daniella do such cruel deeds to her body?

"I don't want to gain weight. Trying to keep my figure until I find a husband then have kids and then put on a pound or two." That's just unbelievable. Men don't watch what they eat. Well I actually run around the neighborhood during the week.

"You have a beautiful body." I tried to reassure her.

"For now." She looked away. Her parents were psychologists and they didn't even see what was happening in their own home.

"Do you want to dance?" I asked to change the topic.

"Yes."

We were on the dance floor swaying back and forth to the beat. The beats were ones that I knew from doing movies.

"I like this." Tizzy whispered and placed her head in the crook of my neck. We swayed for a few more moments. My body was here but my mind was elsewhere. Daniella she was really an enigma she hid her beauty behind zombie make up.

"Are you ready? I'm feeling a bit tired." Tizzy said breaking my train of thought.

"All right then." I led her to my car and opened the door for her. I got in the driver's side and drove Tizzy home I think she fell asleep. When I arrived at her house she kissed me on the cheek good night and left. It wasn't a bad night.

The journey home was long and tedious I couldn't wait to reach my bed. When I pulled in the garage I heard a piano playing. It was beautiful but depressing. I've heard this before but where. I went to my room and the piano had stopped but something else started. A violin started playing and I felt pitiful for the person playing. It took extreme pain and agony to play such agonizing cords.

I had stopped at the top of the stairs and sat listening. It was just beautiful it was heartbreaking. Maria was beside me now listening.

"She plays beautifully doesn't she?" Maria said wiping her eyes. So she knew who was playing.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"Daniella." She answered and placed her head on my shoulder. "She is a really nice girl. She defended me at school even though she didn't know me." Daniella did that for her?

"Why did she have to defend you?" I asked.

"Nothing important." She drew back.

Her playing got slower and slower until it stopped it was wonderful to listen. Maybe liking Daniella wasn't a bad thing. Her music said she was miserable and her eyes screamed sadness. I do like her; she was a wonderful girl even with all her witty comebacks. I feel that deep down she has something locked away inside. I wanted to know what she was hiding and why was she the way she was.

Everyone has a past but a sixteen year olds past can't be that bad. She was still young she had her whole life a head of her. Her life can't have been that bad that she had to move to Seattle

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Andre's POV might not have been good but i ask that you all see with me. This is like the first story i have posted and i believe its good so please leave your comments and vote and share. Very clammy hands.

dedication to my little new found friend Carlia