Colourless

As she swung on the pole, swaying her hips back and forth in the most seductive manner, I watched her. I stared at her gleaming body, as small beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. I believe Ashlee was her name, but I heard many people call her Ash, like the residue that a blazing fire left. As our eyes met that early Sunday morning, from then forward, I knew I was in love.

It was a late Saturday night in November. I had been at a party with my best friend Maz . Me and Maz were completely opposite people. He was the loud, outspoken, funny guy and I was the quiet guy by his side . I never understood the complete reason why we became friends . After the party a bunch of guys wanted to go to the nearby strip club, I was quite drunk so I went (even though strip clubs aren't exactly my thing). I had gone a couple times with Maz for my past birthday and just for fun, although I haven't been to this specific strip club . As me and everyone else approached the club, bright red letter shone in my face saying "deeply" . I guess "deeply" was the name of the strip club .

As Iwalked into the club, I smelt the aroma of cheap perfume and alcohol. The smell made my nose cringe up . After we payed our fees and took a seat my eyes fell on the stage where three thick women danced with black beaded bralettes and short fitted skirts .

It was around 4am when I was drowsy and half asleep after drowning myself with alcohol . The other guys who were originally with us had left and Maz was sitting on the chair with a bottle in his hand asleep . My head then turned to the stage as I saw a girl slowly walk onto the stage. My eyes went wide when I saw her . She has long black hair and pale skin . Her eyes reminded me of the ocean . Bold and mysterious. She was wearing a bright red strapless top with red shorts that exposed half her butt cheek . She swung her body around the pole and dropped and came back up again . All i could think when I saw her was that I needed to speak to her . I had come to the strip club every week after that night . I came back every week to see her breathe . To see her move . To blink . To speak . I never spoke to her for an entire year but I fell in love with her movement , the way she spoke to people and how her smile lit up the entire room .

Considering the fact that I came to the strip club every week , everyone recognized me and probably thought I was some sort of addict infatuated with women so much entirely that I had to come to a strip club every week to fill my "needs". But I only came every week to see her . Ashlee .

I remember everything clearly . How I talked to Ashlee for the first time . It was the day before I went for my daily visit . A Monday . Maz's girlfriend died in a car accident . Maz and Sierra were dating for 3 years , he was shattered . From the loud, outspoken person Maz was, he became weak and in a terrible state . I remember what Maz had said clearly . Thrpught his sobs and mourns he told me "I loved her so much . But I never told her ." He jumped to his feet "I DATED HER FOR 3 YEARS AND I NEVER SAID I LOVE YOU ."

After that night , seeing Maz like that , I knew I had to talk to Ashlee before she was gone . I believe that we would happen more then anything .