In the stars. | A collection of short stories: B.E

Your laugh is like music

A/n: Writing this in college looooool. Only here for an hour so let's see what I can do in that time pahahah.

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Under the dappled shade of the old oak tree, Octavia sat lost in the pages of her book, oblivious to the world's chaos that surrounded her. The park in Los Angeles buzzed with life, but for Octavia, there was only the realm of words and stories.

Meanwhile, Billie embarked on a leisurely stroll through the park, accompanied by her loyal companion, Shark, a spirited two-year-old pit bull. Billie couldn't help but notice Octavia, seemingly unfazed by the commotion around her. As Billie approached, she observed a group of men, their bravado increasing as they geared themselves up to strike a conversation with the captivating Octavia. Yet, none dared to approach her.

Billie understood their hesitation; Octavia's beauty was ethereal, enough to captivate anyone who dared to look. Even Billie herself couldn't help but be enchanted by Octavia's presence. Octavia's porcelain skin, darkly toned, contrasted elegantly with her long, inky-black hair that cascaded in loose waves and curls.

Among the hesitant group, one man gathered enough courage to take a step forward, determined to win Octavia's attention. Octavia, her big brown eyes fixed on him, regarded him with a certain level of intensity that could be quite intimidating. Deep-seated mistrust of men had etched itself into Octavia's psyche, and it was palpable in her gaze.

"Leave," Octavia commanded in her strong British accent, her words cutting through the air. Even from a distance, Billie couldn't help but blush at the sound of that accent. She watched the scene unfold, unsure if she should intervene. Octavia's assertiveness gave Billie the impression that she might be unfriendly.

Billie shifted her gaze downward, avoiding any eye contact with the charming Octavia. Her curiosity and attraction, however, continued to pull her towards the enigmatic woman. Something inside Billie urged her forward.

As Billie cautiously approached, Octavia's eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved Billie over. Billie glanced around, half-believing that Octavia was inviting someone else. But Octavia's laughter, as melodious as it was, confirmed that the invitation was meant for her. Billie's heart skipped a beat.

With each step closer to Octavia, Billie's fascination intensified. Octavia's presence was magnetic, and Billie couldn't resist the allure of those eyes and that voice. Octavia chuckled again, the sound like a siren's song to Billie's ears, drawing her deeper into Octavia's world. Billie was a musician, attuned to the nuances of sound, and Octavia's voice became her favorite melody, an irresistible temptation she couldn't ignore.

As Billie confidently sat down next to Octavia, she couldn't help but steal a glance at the retreating men, their expressions a mix of shock and disappointment. With a rosy blush adorning her cheeks, Billie turned to Octavia, her curiosity bubbling over.

"Um, excuse me," Billie began hesitantly, "I hope this doesn't sound weird, but your accent is just... amazing. Would you mind if I recorded our conversation? You know, just the sound of your voice, and maybe your laugh too?"

Octavia raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, intrigued by Billie's request. She couldn't deny the flattery in the request, and it was evident that Billie was genuinely captivated by her accent. Octavia leaned in slightly, her own curiosity piqued. "You think my accent is alluring?" Octavia replied, her voice laced with amusement.

Billie's blush deepened, and she chuckled nervously. "Oh, absolutely. It's enchanting. I mean, I'd love to hear it whenever I want, you know?"

Octavia's flattered expression gave way to a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, please. I don't have an accent."