Cheryl's POV
So here I am. Waiting in line... A long line. Ugh... I hate waiting in lines. Sigh. What am I doing here? This is crazy. I
don't even know if she's gonna be here. I should have gone to that party with Sarah.
"Next."
Now or never. I paid the lad at the door and he gave us a stamp on me wrist. "Now or never..." I mumbled.
I followed the crowd through a narrow, dark passage. I could hear music while I was waiting outside, but stepping
into the darkness, I could feel the deep thud of a bass drum echoing in me chest as I made me way towards the bar.
Lots of artificial smoke and chatter. It looked like a nice place though, but it was way too crowded to make anybody
out. How am I ever going to know if she's here?
"Where's Kay..." I heard a voice next to us asking the bartender.
"... - he's in the b-a- with the ot-her's. They- be out- soon-"
The guy must have seen us trying to listen to the conversation and clearly wasn't happy about it. Before I knew it, he
pushed himself into me personal space, almost challenging us. He looked drunk. He smelled drunk too.
"What the *Duck* are you looking at?"
I raised me eyebrows "Nothing. Clearly..." I didn't wait for him to say anything. I turned me back and left. I have more
important things to think about.
'Ok Cheryl. Relax.' I told meself. You don't even know if this Kay guy even knows her. I looked around the club,
studying everything and everyone, hoping that I might spot Kimberley somewhere, while at the same time looking for
the 'back', wherever 'it' was.
Me eyes scanned over the stage. Nothing there either. Well, you're not going to see
anything from here, might as well have a look around the place, I thought. Stuffing me hands in me pockets, I
manoeuvred through the crowd. It was quite a big place. The people were thinning out a little the deeper into the club
I went. Maybe this is the back? Sigh.
"What am I doing?" I whispered. You really are a stalker, Cheryl.
From the corner of me eye, I saw a light . An exit, actually. Or maybe an entrance to another room? I started walking
towards it when I heard someone call the name 'Kay' again somewhere behind us. The voice sounded familiar, somehow. I spun around and knocked against someone and spilled something.
"Watch where you're going!" I meant to say to myself. But it came out verbally. Damn it. As I was cursing under me
breath and wiping at me shirt to see if I had any drink on meself I heard a deep northern voice I would recognize even
in me death bed easily say..
"I'm so sorry! I-"
We both looked at each other and I froze. Oh, god. In that instant, I forgot everything. I forgot how to talk. I forgot
how to blink. I forgot about breathing. *Duck*... I forgot me own name. The only thing I did know was that I was
looking at the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... and it wasn't just her shirt that was wet anymore.
Kimberley. She looked so hot. I've never seen her look like this before. My eyes drifted down to her legs and worked
their way up. Short, black skirt. She has amazing legs... Black, tight buttoned shirt with a collar... I've never seen
anything so sexy. She looked so *Ducking* hot.
