Unforgettable Love

Chapter 4

Lyla started to walk towards this mysterious person. Suddenly..

Blake: Stop. I'll come down..

Lyla: You're not going to hurt me right!?

Blake: No just wait there I'll be down there.

Lyla: Okay

Blake was come towards her. With every step he walk with, his shadow was disappearing. Lyla finally saw his face. She was freaking out because it was the guy from the picture on the wall.

Lyla: (Whispers) it's you. Your the guy in the picture on the wall in the hallway.

Blake: Yes that's me. I'm Blake Sherman by the way.

Lyla: I'm Lyla Watson nice to meet you.

Blake: Oh your the Lyla Watson. The best violinist in New York City. It's so nice to meet you!

Lyla: (Started to laugh) Yes that's me I guess. I wouldn't say I'm the best in New York. But I heard of your band and you guys played really well.

Blake: It's pretty cold for a lady like you to be outside. Why are you here?

Lyla: Well I was needing to be alone for a little that's all. This guy named Ron told me this place was really quiet but I didn't know there was someone here. I'll go now, I don't want to interrupt you. (Starts walking to the door)

Blake: No wait. (Grabs her hand) Stay here, I was just thinking of a new song to write about, but I need help. Can you help me?

Lyla heart was beating up. She felt like she was going to melt because the guy who was super cute was holding her hand.

Lyla replied back with a shy/nervous voice: Suurree... Why not...

Blake: Your a angle! Thank you.

Lyla: Your welcome.

Blake and Lyla went to go sit in the sofas and talked more. They were getting to know each other more and more with their talks.

Blake: So Lyla, how did you became the greatest violinist in New York?

Lyla: Oh well my father is very strict, he doesn't like me going out to party's like this one. Thankfully he's not in New York right now. But he forced me when I was 8 to play the violin about 14-15 hours non stop. This was everyday.

Blake: Wow that's harsh to hear. But a least your a great, amazing, and beautiful violinist I ever met and heard of.

Lyla soon start to feel more crazy for him, when he said beautiful violinist. She was looking at his eyes and realized she was falling for him.

Lyla: So why are you a guitarist? Why are you so good?

Blake: I started playing when I was 9. Since I was the only child I was lonely and had lots of quiet place to practice. But it wasn't as quiet.

Lyla: What do you mean by that?

Blake: Well my mother was an alcoholic and did drug. It hurts me to say it but why hide the truth. Every night when I was in bed all I heard was her coming home with random men. And yeah she continue until I was 18. When I finally decided to move out and return when she was better and cured from her addiction.

Lyla: I'm so sorry to hear that, I hope she gets better.

Blake looks at Lyla, he sure thought she was gorgeous. Her beautiful brown hair moving when the wind was blowing. Your pink lips that looked like roses to him. Her pretty brown eyes filled with joy in them.

Blake started to look at the fire place. The flames he was seeing, felt like something he was felling in his heart.

Was it Love? Or not...