Never Again

three. free falling.

"So, um. You know- if you want to. You definitely don't have to!"

Shia laughs at the boy.

Why on earth would he think that she would say no to him?

For the first time in her life, Shia had been asked on a date.

A proper one.

Not like her senior prom where she had the punch spilled all over her dress, which might she add, had cost her endless shifts at the local fro-yo place.

Shia composed herself.

"Felix, I would love to go on a date with you!"

Felix, being the shy twenty year old that he is, starts blushing while banging his two drum sticks together.

"Oh, well good. Because there is something I need to show you."

Shia smiled the most genuine smile that she had in a while.

He wanted to show something to her.

Something he probably didn't show to other girls he met in an elevator.

"Good".

"Good".

• • • • • • • • •

Shia was sat at her small desk in the four bedroom penthouse she shared with her Aunt Stacey.

Don't get her wrong.

The house was beautiful.

Her Aunt Stacey had spent a lot of time making it as beautiful as it is.

Aunt Stacey didn't have any kids or a husband, so all her time and effort went towards making Shia happy.

For nine years now, Stacey had been a stand-in for Shia's parents. Both of which had landed their butts in prison cells.

Shia had always admired her Aunt's determination and her strong-willed personality which had soon rubbed off on her.

She couldn't ask for a more worthy step-in for her parent.

• • • • • • •

Shia looked at herself for the umpteenth time in her long, thin mirror.

Her body was wrapped in a red dress which led itself down to just bow her knees.

It had a nice flow material which Shia adored.

Because of the cold nights in New York, Shia decided to cover the red dress with a long, black, leather full skirt coat.

Her look was topped off with her long dark hair in curls, cascading down her shoulders.

Shia wondered if this would be good enough.

Would Felix like her choice of outfit?

Or was he only into the top and pants he saw everyday at work.

The buzzer rang indicating that he had arrived, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Shia slipped on some wedged ankle boots with laces and she went to the lobby.

• • • • • •

There he was.

Standing in black skinny jeans (although not ripped as per usual), a white button up top with the sleeves rolled up and his hair looked like he had put a bit of an effort in.

Shia smiled.

He had put in an effort just like she had.

Felix just stood there, looking at the amazing transformation in front of him, while Shia awkwardly stood there wondering if it was too much.

"You look beautiful".

Shia's head snapped up.

"Thank you, you don't look half bad yourself."

And they both smiled.

For they knew, they knew they were falling.

Falling.

Falling.

• • • • • •

Authors note:

Hey!

So don't be mad!

I know I haven't updated in so long but here it is and I promise the next chapter will have their date in it.

And I wonder if any of you are into boys in bands...

Keep awesome :)