Novocaine

Part 1

I opened my eyes to complete darkness. The worn out black shirt I had slipped on the night before jumping into bed was completely soaked with sweat. I felt disgusting and restless all over. I got out from my queen sized bed and tip toed my way into the bathroom. I turned on the lights to have found myself looking rather monstrous.

My long brown hair had escaped the mess of a bun that I had put the night before. I had dark circles under my eyes that made me look like I hadn't slept in about 1778782 years, my full lips were chapped and my normally olive skin looked pasty and unpleasant.

I could feel a headache coming my way.

I undressed myself fastly and jumped under the icy shower that made me feel a bit better. I applied my vanilla smelling shampoo and started to hum a tune that had been stuck in my mind for the past couple of days after I heard it on the radio. After washing the shampoo out of my hair, I made the water hotter and stayed under it and felt my tensed up muscles relax.

After last night's Swan Lake show, my muscles were sore and my body was aching to stay in the hot and steamy shower more but I knew I had to end this luxury.

I got out of the shower and wrapped the fluffy white towel around my lean body that was looking for some sort of comfort.

I wiped some of the fog to take a look at myself on the mirror again.

"Good enough." I said, an inaudible whisper escaping my lips.

I went back into my room and opened the blinds to let some new born sunlight in and to see the beautiful Central Park.

It was breathtaking. The way the light hit the pond and made it shine like it was a piece of undiscovered diamond and the trees glowing and giving an ethereal beauty to the landscape.

Oh how I loved living in Manhattan.

I walked away from the window to my closet and slipped on some comfy cotton underwear that I was pretty sure had a period stain on them and put a sports bra on.

I put on the comfiest black jeans i owned and wore an oversized black transparent t-shirt with my trusty black slip ons. I couldn't bother to colour coordinate.

I went back into bathroom with my damp towel and hung it to air dry itself.

I looked at my reflection. I brushed my hair with my hands and scrunched up the waves that were forming themselves up naturally. I put some concealer under my eyes and applied some mascara and some chapstick. This look would had to do today.

I went into the kitchen in hopes to find some advil and make myself some coffee.

There I also found my phone and the 16 calls made by my very own, very obsessive (not really), best friend Isabella.

I called her back just to see what was so important for her to tell me that couldn't wait until I would have seen her in the rehearsal for the second day of the show.

"Took you long enough to return my calls Skye." Isa said in a cold voice which meant that she was very close to murder me.

"I am very sorry Isa I just wasn't feeling very well. I was too tired to go out for a night out, I actually can't believe you could to be honest after the show. All I wanted to do was to crawl into my bed." I said taking a long breath at the end.

"It's okay! You feeling better?" she said, icy tone melting away.

"Yes I am? Do you want to meet somewhere to grab a quick bite before the practice?" I suggested.

"Thought you wouldn't ask! I am dying of hunger, this body cannot function before having some of those delicious cupcakes by the corner of 50th Avenue!" she chirped into the phone.

"I'll catch you there then in 10?"

"Yeah see you best friend!" she said and we hung up.

I walked into the very messy living room to hunt for my bag that I threw last night. Man I needed some cleaning in this house. After finding my bag under a pile of blankets on the couch, I made a promise to myself to clean this house.

As I walked out of the door whilst looking for headphones and keys, I heard the door of the apartment across mine open. I saw that someone new was moving in the week before but I never actually got to meet them.

I turned around to see the bluest eyes and the fairest hair paired with a black leather jacket and black jeans that were ripped.

It was such a contrast. But he was breathtakingly handsome.

"Hi." he said, in a deep voice that made my skin crawl. In a good way I might add.

I probably looked like such a freak with my messy hair and my expression.

"Hey." I said managing to say it in an even tone.

"I guess we are neighbours. I am Paris." He added and laughed a little in the end. It was a beautiful sound, almost like a symphony.

"I am Skye, nice to meet you!" I said and smiled a little.

"Nice to meet you Skye." He said and ruffled his hair. His body looked very lean. He looked like and angel with the sun creeping onto his hair, making it glow in a very holy way.

"Well I have to get going, but I am having a party since I am new and all in the apartment tomorrow, so if you want to drop by or something that would be cool. You can bring a friend if you like." he said smiling this time. He was a sight for the sore eyes. Literally.

"Groovy." I said, without thinking.

"Groovy." He said smiling.

He walked away without looking back.

I was hooked.