After the day he had given her the music box, anastasya and dimitri had become best friends. Always seen together in front of his shop, walking down the dirt roads, or strolling through the park on a sunny after noon.
Dimitri smiled as he saw her house come into view. He walked right up to the door of the small house and knocked on the door. Anastasyas sister, Jane, opened the door, and a smile grew on her face.
"You must be the infamous Dimitiri, i hear all about you day and night from anastasya. 'Dimitri said this Dimitri said that'," she sighed rolling her eyes and opening the door a little wider she stepped back,"Well dont just stand there come on." she turned and walked up the spiral staircase. Dimitiri walked up behind her caustiously. Jane lead him to a plain wood door. "shes in there, go on g i dont think-" dimitiri started, as she pushed him into the room and shut the door.
Anastasya was nowhere to be found. the room was decent size, it held 2 beds right next to eachother seperated by a wood nightstand he reconized as one of his own,and an antique amoure. upon the night stand sat the music box he had given her, along side it the key.
Dimitiri heard water splashing from behind a door on the oppisite wall from where he was sitting on whst he thought was Anastasyas bed. Just now realizing that she was batheing behind that door, a blush flooded his face.
Anastasya walked out from behind the door and screamed. Dimitiri winced at the high pitch squeal of suprise, his blush deepened.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM, DIMITIRI?" she screamed.
"Umm... uhhh.... your sister... let .. me ...... in?" dimitiri stuttered his face now the color of a tomato.
"Damn her..." Anastasya muttered under her breath, and raised her eyes to the ceiling. "Well get out while i change, and ill meet you in the foyer"
Hey sorry bout all the mistakes ill fix thoes later. im typing from my kindle thats why its so short. srry
Mackie Welter
