Adolescent

7. From the Depths of Aaron's Journal #1

February 05

Mom got a call this morning that I just happened to listen in on. She accepted a job as a full-time stylist for some "up-and-coming star" named Roxanna Charles. God, just her name practically screams diva whore. Even more infuriating, mom volunteered me to help the tech people that she's touring with. Excuse me, that we're touring with. Or so my mother says. At least she has a well-paying job; they're paying her a couple hundred grand for this nine-month gig. I'm really hoping that this girl with the unusual stripper-esque name isn't as bad as her name sounds. But, with our luck, she'll be a hell of a lot worse.

February 15

One look at Roxanna Charles and I was sold. As soon as I saw her step out of a Mercedes Benz limo in an old leather jacket and faded jeans, just as casual as ever, and followed by the one of the biggest boybands since the Beatles, I knew she had to be mine, that I had to get closer. It wasn't exactly hard, since my mother is her stylist. But I hung back with the guys - of One Direction - until her photoshoot was over with. I wasn't exactly sure how I would get closer to her at first. I didn't know how to approach this seemingly over-confident and possibly even arrogant girl with the broken eyes. But as I watched her watch me from across a hotel suite, always looking down ever so shyly, then glancing back up with immensely intriguing and beautiful gray-tinged green eyes, I knew that she would be just as scared to approach me as I would her. But she did anyway, against all of the fear and apprehension I'd been reading from her eyes. Albeit, it was kind of a weak attempt at complimenting me, but if it were up to me, we probably wouldn't even have talked at all that day. Thanks to her, we did. And we connected. All thanks to her.

Thanks to her, I got the biggest surprise of my life - seeing her at my mother's friend's son, Scott's wedding. Turns out, her older sister was the bride. How convenient. Even more convenient: Roxanna was the maid of honor. Not convenient: since she was the maid of honor, everyone wanted her attention. She also happened to be performing. Ragingly un-convenient. But it worked out in the end. Ragingly convenient.

I kissed her at the end of the night. And I couldn't believe that I did it. I was just so caught up in the way she look bathed in moonlight, wickedly green eyes seeming to glow, the deep red of her bridesmaids' dress complimenting her tan-ish skin beautifully, the dress itself hugging her curves and driving me completely insane. It was wickedly amazing. And it's indescribable how much I want to do it again.

[Pic: Aaron's journal.
Vid: The last song they danced (and kissed) to at the wedding.
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