Don't you ever just feel like you're so happy and you never want that feeling to change? But, then this memory of yours comes back and makes you feel horrible about yourself? Why can't I stay happy for more than a day? Why do stupid memories of mine, come back and haunt me? I just wish someone could be there for me to help me through what I've been through. I'm sick of hiding it in. I can't even tell my own sister because of this weird, disgusting, guilt feeling I get. I'm freaked out. It's like... he's watching me. I feel like I'm being stalked all the time. Why can't I have someone defend me, make me feel safe all the time? It might take forever to find that one guy, I'm willing to wait.
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A FEW DAYS LATER...
I found myself strolling around the streets of Melbourne. The atmosphere of here was incredible compared to anywhere I've been. Actually, I've never been anywhere else but around Australia. Plus, I'm not really into traveling, but it would be amazing to go somewhere new for a change. I walked around looking for clothes,but I ended up in a music shop. Why do I always do that?
I walked in not regretting it at all. The selection of different music was amazing. I didn't actually have a favorite genre. If the song was good and catchy, I guess I liked it then. I got stuck in the pop section looking for CDs from the 80'. I picked up some prince, MJ, Madonna, Nirvana and Billy Joel records. I was literally struggling carrying all those until I bumped into someone and all the discs fell from my hand.
"What the fuck?" I huffed.
"I'm so sorry. Let me help." the person asked.
"No. No it's okay." I insisted but the person didn't listen and picked some of the discs up for me anyways.
I stood up and grabbed the discs from 'his' hand.
"Wait Carrie?"
I looked up and it was Jai.
"Jai? Hey. We haven't talk in forever."
I went forward and gave him a hug.
"How've you been?" he asked.
"I've been good. Thanks."
I couldn't help but stare at the way he was dressed. His style was so casual, yet rockerish. It was hot. He wore a nirvana low cut muscle tank, and some capris that tightened from the bottom with combat boots. I rarely see guys dress like that. It totally showed his personality. It was incredible sexy. His face was hot. His eyebrow piercing just complimented the way he was dressed and the smell of his cologne got to me. I think it was Armani.
We just stood there awkwardly and I sorta think he knew I was checking him out. And then this smirk appeared on his face and he started itching his eyebrow.
"I think I should go now." I told him as I turned to the counter to buy the items I picked up.
I walked to the cash register and handed the cashier the money. I was about to walk out until Jai stopped me.
"Do you have any plans for today?"
"Not really. I was just going clothes shopping."
"Oh well then today should be the day we hangout. And I know you won't deny this offer if I tell you I'm willing to take you out for some Italian food." he told me grabbing my hand and walking out of the shop.
I wasn't going to deny this offer and he was right. We ended up going to a few shops. Jai helped me pick out a few clothes. His taste in clothes for girls was so girly. But I liked some of the stuff he picked so I winded up buying some.
"I'm gonna go check out some dresses at that shop, okay? I asked him.
"Alright I'm coming with to help." He said.
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Don't Go. (Jai and Luke Brooks Fan-fiction)
FanfictionCarrie Harris is a 18 year old who lives in Melbourne, Australia. She left her mom because she felt that her mom was too overprotective and she just wanted to live her life. But one day at a party, something terrible happens to her. When she gets aw...