He was sitting a few tables away from me when I saw him, a cigarette clutched between his long slender fingers. There were two thin blonde girls bound to him by their arms, hanging onto his every word and laughing at nearly everything he said. He was so incredibly gorgeous, and there was no denying the magnetism that I felt every time I looked at him. At first they were just subtle glances, but over the course of the next fifteen minutes I’d built up the courage to stare. He’d never notice me anyway. I wanted so badly to absorb every detail so that I would never forget him. His luxuriously mahogany curls framed his face so perfectly that they made you want to run your fingers through them until you’d felt every strand. He had the most beautiful smooth, milky white skin, and eyes as magical as the Emerald City from the Wizard of Oz. His lips were very small and dainty; he kept them the least bit pursed at all times, except for when he smiled, which I’m positive I gasped at the first time I saw. His clothes were a rainbow of textures and patterns, yet somehow they complemented each other perfectly. I found myself nearly incapable of looking away from him, until Holly nudged me for at least the tenth time, calling my name.
“Lori, are you still here?”
I turned my head away from him and said, “yeah, sorry…”
“What on earth have you been staring at for the last ten minutes? At least five decent looking guys have come over and offered to dance with us, but you were off in your own world.”
I was sure by “offered to dance with us” she meant that they’d offered to dance with her. I pointed carefully, so that he wouldn’t notice, to the guy that I had been staring at. “Oh my god, Lori; do you know who that is?” Holly gasped, craning her neck to get a better look at him, an intent look in her eye.
“No, who is it? He’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen” I mused.
“That’s what you say nearly every day about Paul McCartney” Holly teased.
I sighed. “Really, though, who is it?”
“That’s the guitarist for Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page.”
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Tangerine ((ON HOLD))
FanfictionMeasuring a summer's day, I only find it slips away to grey, the hours, they bring me pain. Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream; I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between. Thinking how it used to be, Does...