The Unsaid (on hold)

Fantasmes

Isabella's PoV :-

'Hey Rose! I can't come to Mc Cleren's today.'
'What?! Why?!', Rose shouted over from the other side of the phone.
What else do you expect? Phew.....
'We've got a script to finalise. The play is still to be rehearsed. Tony is coming over to my place, this evening. Please. Inform the others too. Don't worry I'll tell Nix.'
'Okay. Huh.... Seems like everyone is plotting against me.', came a melancholic voice from the other side.
'Chill! Nix, Ed and Vic would be there, right?'
'Nick didn't tell you? He and Ed are going to the knicks game this evening.', continued the melancholic tone.
'Oh! I didn't know about this. Well... Then....what about Vic?'
'She is going to meet her cousin who recently moved into town.', continued her hapless woes.
'Oh! What about the date?'
'Even that got cancelled.', her voice was almost breaking. I was really worried and sad and guilty and in a dilemma and what not. Silence followed.... 
'It's okay, Bella. Practice well...' Say her sorry, dumbass.
'I am really very sorry, Rose.'
'You should be.... Well, Victoria is calling. We'll catch up later. Bye, Bella.', she said, somewhat normal.
'Bye, Rose. Thank you so much. I love you.' Nice job, Isabella.
'Hihihi, you're forgiven. Bye!', she giggled like a little baby and hung up. Phhhffttt....Day saved. I high fived my inner goddess.
Ping! Victoria's text.

Victoria

Hi! Rose told me that you won't be able to make it to Mc Cleren's today. Don't worry. My cousin is busy this evening, so, Rose and I are going shopping.

Thank you so much, Vic. ♥

:)♥

Okay! All jobs done. Let's see how Antonio is managing his schedule.

Antonio's PoV :-

'Hello VL!'
'Hiiiii ATB. We're meeting at the bar tonight, right?', squealed a voice.
'Umm.... no VL. I am busy this evening. Got some important work. Maybe, some other time?'
'Oh! No problem..... I'll see if any of my friends is available.', came a tone, bit low.
'Sorry VL.' 'Chill... See ya.... Bye ATB.' 'Bye.', and hang up.
You had so many plans, dude! It's fine... Grades are more important. Are they? I gave an all knowing, sarcastic smile and went off to Isabella. Hope, she has got her schedules cleared.

Isabella was heading towards Antonio. Antonio was heading towards Isabella. What else can be expected to happen?
Crash! Bam! Thud!
Bumped. Banged. Fell.
They bumped into each other, banged their heads, and the script fell down.
'Owww!' 'Ouch!' They both glared at each other and.... 'Hahaha hahaha (breathes) Hehe hehe hehehe (breathes) Hihihi Hihihi.' Their laughs echoed the surroundings. Their jitters amplified.  'Oh my god! my stomach hurts.', Antonio squeaked, still laughing. 'Will you be able to ride back, mister? Or should I ride your Black beauty?', Isabella asked referring to Antonio's Audi. 'You want to?', Antonio peeked through his lashes. 'If you allow me to.' 'Okay then. Sure! Just make sure, we reach alive in one piece.' 'Yes! Sir.' Isabella curtsied. Antonio bowed. And they chuckled their way back to the car. Reaching the car, Antonio flicked the keys to Isabella. She swiftly caught the keys and got into the driver's seat. Clicking the key to ignition, the engine purred to life. Isabella smoothly parked the car out of the lot and signalled Antonio to hop in. Taking the gesture, he jumped into the car. They accelerated out of the university, hitting the hustling Seattle roads, amidst dusk.
'What kind of music do you like?', Antonio asked. 'Slow ballads, Rhythm and Blues, country pop and so on. I listen to all kinds of music. No specification.' 'Same goes for me.' 'Why don't you put on some music?' 'Sure!'
A sweet symphony of piano started playing. 'Wow! Way Back Into Love . One of the tops of my playlist.', Isabella gleamed.

'I've been living with the shadow  overhead,
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,
I've been lonely for so long,
Trapped in the past,
I just can't seem to move on.', Isabella started singing.
'I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,
Just in case I ever need 'em again someday,
I've been setting aside times,
To clear a little space,
In the corners of my mind.', Andrew sang his part.
'All I want to do is find a way back into love,
I can't make it through without a way back into love.', they both merged together in harmony. They looked at each other, smiling.
'And if I open my heart again,
I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me , in the end.'
And they drove ahead.
Isabella pulled off in front of her apartment. Antonio still in the Rhythms and Blues, got out of the car. Ding! The elevator door opened. 'Ladies first!', Antonio followed Isabella into the elevator. 'Which floor?', he enquired. 'No button. I've got a password.', saying so she pressed few numbers on the keypad. 'Special password?! You've got a penthouse! Hello! Spoilt Princess.', Antonio smirked, evilly. 'That spoilt princess loves you so much that she is ready to die with you, remember?', she said referring to the play. 'Yes, my lady.'
Ding! The elevator door opened, leading to the foyer. They walked down the foyer to enter the vast living area. Lined with posh, leather sofas and sleek breakfast bars, intricately patterned ceilings, a sturdy wooden shelf lined with expensive wines and champagnes, efficiently organised kitchen, the latest models of home theatres and a spiral staircase leading up the stairs, caught Antonio drooling over for sometime. 'Hey! Make yourselves comfortable. Don't be startled.', Isabella said waving her hand vigorously in front of his stuck eyes. Shaking his head, 'It's beautiful', Antonio managed to find words. 'Everyone says so. I don't find it beautiful though. It's too very extravagant. I prefer a simple cozy place, where you can snuggle up on the sofa and watch TV.', Isabella spoke with a huge lack of interest. 'I see. You are welcome to my place then. You can watch a lot of movies there and snuggle up on the sofa and sleep on it too.' 'Hehe! Thanks. Want a drink? We have a huge collection. Perhaps the only part of the house I like.' 'I can see that. But to be honest, I don't have any idea about champagnes.', Antonio shrugged. 'No worries. You have the recommendations of the best wine taster. And she recommends you to taste the Glenn Mc Sancerre.', Isabella swarmed to the kitchen and collected to glasses. 'Let's try that then.', Antonio smiled, enthusiastically. Isabella quickly poured the pink coloured liquid and into two glasses. Handing out one to him, she took a sip of her drink. They both resigned to the breakfast bar. 'Let's do this.', Antonio said, rubbing his palms.

After an hour or so, 'It's done. I'm satisfied with the script. What do you say?', Isabella rose from her seat and stretched out on the sofa. 'Looks good enough. It's all about the acting, you know.', Antonio too walked up and sat down on the sofa, stretching his feet. 'Hmmm...', Isabella poured herself another drink.

'Why did you have to do that?', Isabella said suddenly, taking Antonio by surprise. 'You could have been severely injured. I could have lost you forever.', her voice almost cracked. Water glistening over the corners of her eyes. 'What else could I have done?', Antonio said, his voice almost an inaudible whisper. 'You could have left me behind and gone ahead.', Isabella continued. 'I couldn't.', Antonio replied.  'Why? You always wanted to get rid of me. You never desired me for this job. That was your best opportunity to get me out of your back. Why didn't you leave me there and get away.', Isabella stood up forcefully, walking a few steps away. 'To hell with what I wanted. Why do you care if I got severely injured?', Antonio briskly got up and pulled Isabella towards him. Grasping her shoulders tight, their bodies smashed into each other. Not even a knife's breadth of distance between their torsos. Antonio glared right into her eyes, burning holes, right in her heart. Isabella could feel his sharp, shallow breaths tickling over her lips. Their faces deadly close. A fraction apart. Isabella gulped in, her throat parched. 'B... because.... I...', Antonio reduced the distance to zero. Their lips met voraciously. Teeth clashing. And at that moment their were a lot other sounds and clashes, but they didn't seem to notice.

The only thing playing was the symphony of their lips.