In The Dark

□NINETEEN□

I thought a pulluted area with trash cans that held rotten food would be already perfectly adequate for our needs, but Anna insisted that we need a "sufficient" place to discuss our important decisions.

That is how I found myself strolling around a hotel, surveying the building in amazement like I took my first peek at Earth. In the bright six years of my childhood, I do not remembering stepping into a hotel. It was baronial, except it was modern-looking.

"Here, Laura." Anna's voice was nonchalant. She was still upset with me, maybe wanting my sympathy and sorrow. I don't let her. I will not apologize for my "heroic move" - as Ross called it as a consolation for me. A mistake that could be fixed; why won't she grasp the positivity of my power?

I trotted to catch up with my group.

The counter was marbled. And man dressed in a business suit stood rigidly behind it, his fingers laced behind his back. When he saw us approaching, his hands flew up onto the counter, and laced his fingers once again. He offered us a thin smile.

My eyes wondered around the spectacular area while Anna does all the talking. Ross swooped up my hand from behind, and squeezed it. I smiled serenely. "Ross?" I questioned.

"Hm?"

"Do you think that...A person who admires their imperfection, is a beauty?"

He paused, and his arm froze. Finally, the faintest touch of a smile twisted at the corner of the lips. "What made you say that?" He watched me, his eyes glistened, his grin widened. "Yes," he whispered softly.

He was staring, I was positive. Heat quickly rushed into my cheeks and I turned away, bashful. His answer was directed to me. Ignoring, I trailed after Anna, wishing her murmurs of complainants would soon come to an end.

"By the way," I spoke up after Ross tried to sneak up on me - which he failed - "What's his name?" My pointer finger jabbed to Scratchy Voice's direction. "Wesley," he responded, a hint of disgust and irritation in his tone. I was taken aback. Have I done something wrong?

Lowering my gaze to the ground, I stared at the patterns on the elevator floor, as if I was a detective, watching it like a mystery ready to be solved.

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The hotel room was delicately designed, yet simple. White streaks of paint ran across the bronze-colored wall, wiggling to form curly lines. Two beds, pillows nicely stacked on it, blankets tucked into the cracks of the bed. A modern lamp sat proudly on the bed frame.

I pulled open the curtain, and was dazed by the sight.

The building was spectacular, and it too, was spectacular. I stuck my head through the window, closing my eyes. Caught in the moment, I was just a placid teenager, listening to the soothing swish of the wind, speaking in hushed whispers.

Finally, I closed the soft elastic curtains, and sank slowly to the ground. I hark to the steady beat of my heart

"What are you doing?" She pinched my arm.

I glanced up unwillingly, annoyance spread around my face as Anna peered down at me. "Relaxing," I replied, indignant.

She made a sound between a scoff a huff, walked passed me, and scrunitied the city below. I scampered up, frustrated at her presence, and laid down next to Ross, our bellies pressed against the mattress. He cocked his head at me, a kind grin on his face.

"You should go take a shower," he suggested. "It's really nice, relaxing too." With a wave of mock dismissal, I jumped off the bed and headed toward the bathroom, my mood light.

I took a short survey at the bathroom, and opened the doorknob. A shriek pierce through the silence, making my heart thump wildly, and I screamed by instinct. A very naked Wesley sat on a pearly white toilet, his hands covering the place where other people weren't allowed to see.

I slammed the door close, my breath caught. Holy, I just saw a grown man's body. Anna and Ross dashed through the whole hotel room, their eyes on me, expression puzzled.

"What happened?"

Giving the blonde a frustrated look, to show her that I do not appreciate her impatient tone, I gestured to the closed door, still quivering under my cruel move. "He didn't lock the door, so I kinda barged in?" I raised my eyebrows as if questioning the both of them.

"Well you, idiot," Anna spat. "Do you see him anywhere else? Seems like you're smart enough not to intrude other people's privacy."

I stood up, my eyes burning with rage. "I doubt that you wouldn't barge in. Don't pretend like you know everything. Guess what? You don't. So stop bossing me around with sarcasm, don't think I won't fire back." I glared at her with deep hatred.

Inside, Wesley hiccuped.

Unable to contain my anger, I stormed out of the hotel room, twisted the handle open, I slammed another innocent door, and ran down the hallway, hoping I could control my power by myself.

I was grateful and glad that by only one pair of footsteps, I acknowledged no one was following me.

A/N- Okay sorry this took so long, I had plenty distractions, oops?

Ugh this chap is so boring, sorry!!!

Still have plenty planned out though (:

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Oh and um I already have a new story in mind, but it's not coming until one of my other books end.

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-Tiffany