Still In Love (A "LOVE ACTUALLY" FANFIC)

Mark's date with Denise

Its been a month since that little meeting of cue cards I had with Juliet. I am now on a date with a supermodel named Denise. She's quite attractive. She has every guy in the vicinity swooning over her seemingly pulchritudinous assets. I am sitting with her right now in a five star hotel that just opened a few days back. I can't help but admire its five staredness. And I cannot help myself but notice the fact how on every date I think about Juliet....

Yes, its true that I myself acknowledged the sufficiency of my one sided love for her a month ago when I confessed about my feelings and she let me have a little part of her love with that beautiful kiss, but why do I still seem to...nevermind. Denise is saying something I guess, let me just see what:

"So umm, what do you do for a living? I, if you intend to ask in the near future, am a model as you know. And when I retire from this job, I intend to become a fashion designer, because why not? Right?"

Her voice is very much like Juliet but why can I not un-notice it? Apart from that, she's nothing like her.. She seems very career oriented to me. And why not! She's notorious for being with many sugar daddys who admired her looks and then for leaving them to be with other sugar daddys or rich men. I just wonder how I came to be in her list of wanted men!

"Well, I was formerly a photographer, buuut, I just stay at home now and enjoy the pleasures of being with monetary abiotic elements." I say this quite matter of factly and with a laugh that suggests I'm happy this way and nothing will be able to change it until I lose my peace in it. Now I'm not bragging but I'd saved quite alot of money before leaving the job. I just, wanted to be with myself and see if I could love someone again with the same ardent intensity with which I loved Ju... nevermind...

I now watch her face as it forms a tight lipped smile. I cannot decipher its meaning so I wait for her to speak.

"Man, I thought you had ambitions." says the woman infront of me raising an eyebrow.

Her voice reminds me of nothing but Juliet. And boy, I still have ambitions; but overcoming this sense of depression is very important too. I mean hello, I just lost the love of my life! And she knows this! Am I upset? Very much! Now I speak before thinking what I am about to say:

"So umm, is that why you left the former sugar daddy to see if you could get this fish next?" I say whilst mimicking her eyebrow raising technique and continue without being successful in it whilst shrugging my shoulders now "Hey, its just an opinion and a polite question. Everybody wants to ask this from you afterall" I finish my sentence rather politely because of the emerging paleness on her face. Is she ashamed? Or is that a way of expressing subtle anger? Whatever it is, I just wait for a reaction, and after a minute of flattening silence, I recieve something from her. A shraaak sound of her rather feminine right palm and fingers on the very masculine right side of my poor face. I guess I took alot of time to realize her rage. It was not subtle whatsoever as I thought for it to be. Supermodels seem quite impulsive to me now.

"Hey, this was just a polite way of telling you to mind your business. Don't mind." She looks around before leaving and smiles rather insultingly at me.

Then she sashays away with her runway walk in those three inch heels while I look disgustingly at her. Why have I been encountering materialistic females lately? Well, now I'm not saying all supermodels are bad. But the ones I have encountered are not exactly the definition of good either!. Maybe I should have been more good. Maybe I got offended subconciously and what I did was..good. Maybe love actually is not for me sadly.... I cannot help but stay in the hotel for a few minutes after clearing the bill, and think about my loveless life. I want to cry, but why humiliate myself in a public place where people could identify me?

I somehow control the tears of isolation and walk outside to my mercedes benz. I smile subtly while thinking how I am just a fucktard who ruined that girl's reputation somehow as a celebrity... because hey, I guess the paparrazi were there! And her slapping a rather famous former photographer will lead to her seeming an arrogant brat to the others. Well, I just might email her a sorry letter or something.

I sit in my car and notice how non-ambitiousness has actually given me a car. A house. A fortune with which I can survive lavishly with years of being jobless... perhaps I really was a good catch for that model! I hope I could've been that for Juliet too... I have never known the reason, but I just cannot forget my mad ardent love for her. I wish she could be with me...