Surrounding Bordeaux.

Speaking Volumes of Paint. |8

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Speaking Volumes of Paint. |8

A/N: I am dedicating this Chapter to Jaylenhill for fanning me while I wrote/edited it. Thank you again for fanning and I hope that I don't disappoint you. Best of luck with Sinister Twin Sister. I advise all of you to read, very good book.

And to the rest of you, I hope I do not disappoint. Enjoy.

-Rikology.

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Holding the bag of trash, I quickly made my way to the trash compactor. Using all my strength, I tossed the bag into the black hole. Hearing it bang against the insides of the compactor as it went down, I quickly turned around. Feeling my body hit something hard but yet soft, I slowly lifted my head. "I'm sorry." I said as I met the strangers gaze. He stared down at me, jaw line strong, but eyes remaining soft. He walked around me and threw the black trash bag into the compactor aswell. Turning back around he squinted as the sun shined in his eyes. He smiled at me as if remembering who I was.

"Kurbi, right?" His voice was just as velvet as before. I smiled at the fact that he remembered my name; I nodded slowly. "Any complaints?" He added, as a strong smile spread across his face.

Thinking for a second, I smiled at his humor. "No, not yet. Is there any reason that I should be complaining?"

Thinking for a second, he then replied. "Maybe." I smiled at his comment. The sun glistened off his bare shoulders. His beater clung to his masculin figure. Raising my eyes back up to meet his, I stared for a moment.

"Whats your name?" Taking him by surprise, his eyes squinted at the question.

"Messiah." He said strongly. The way he said his name, massaged my inner ear, as if trying to pleasure it. My eyes hoped from every part of his body as I examined him. He stared back as if doing the samething. Finally breaking the silence that consumed us, his velvet voice spoke. "Have you done anything since you moved out here?"

What was left of my memory from lastnight came to me, laughing to myself, I smiled. "I have done a couple of things." He nodded at my response and looked past me.

"Were they fun?"

I frowned as I tried to remember any fun part of my broken memory of the previous night. A frown fell upon my face as an epic fail came out of my effort to remember. "They were alright." I finally replied, lieing bluntly.

Still looking past me, he stared off into the scene. I stared at him as if trying to read his mind. "Want to do something risky but nerve wrecking?" Looking back at me, his eyes peered deep into mine.

Scrunching up my eyebrows, I stared back at him. "I don't know you." I said bluntly.

Moving closer to me, he stared down at my frame, his face displaying a serious expression. Leaning in towards my ear, his soft lips brushed it gently. "Thats the risky part. Doing something with someone you don't know." Letting his words hang in the air for few seconds, he walked away as I stood there registering them. I turned and watched as he walked away with confidence in his stride.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I said calling out to him.

"Now thats the nerve wrecking part," He said as he kept walking. "you don't."

His mysterious persona was begining to pull at me. I bit my lip and shook my head. Braidyn had been gone for a couple of hours. There was really no telling when she would be back. Errands wasn't the first thing on her agenda, if I knew my friend aswell as I thought I did. Clearing her mind and coming back to grips with reality was what she went to do. So why shouldn't I? My conscience asked me. Sighing deeply, I spoke just above a whisper. "You only live once." I said to myself and slowly began to follow in his steps.