Chapter 3 - Love, come on cheer up.

"Love, come on cheer up. You'll find something soon." Our friend Tamara yelled into my ear through the loud music while Mira went to get us something to drink. It's safe to say that this party wasn't enough to bring my mood up and the flashing lights were starting to give me a headache.

"What worries me the most is the fact Mira would end up on the street because of me and she still has a lot of student debt to pay off, we were barely making ends meet as is." I say back with a level of devastation that eats at me. I was definitely not the light of the party.

"Not everything is lost, you can always strip," Leon says. Now we have known Leon for quite some time, and despite being almost twenty-eight he behaved like a hormonal eight-year-old boy.

"Stop it," Tamara says as she pulls back her red wig.

"Stop what?" Mira asks as she brings back the drinks.

"Nothing, Leon just told Love she could strip for a living." To which Mira smacks him on the back of his head.

"Idiot." She says as he rubs his head.

"What, In fact, I'll pay your rent right now if you shake your ass at me." Leon never learned his lessons, his long tongue always brought him trouble, this time was no different when Mira splashed his face with her drink.

"Mira!" I yell as Leon steps back letting the beer drip down his face.

"Go cool off, Leon. And dont come back." He looks at her, yet he is not mad. He didn't take anything seriously and besides he was no stranger to having drinks dumped at his face so he simply walked away.

"Dont listen to him, if one of us would do the striping it would be me." Mira says. Even tho we were the same age I often got the feeling she treated me like a younger sister.

Mira had her feet on the ground, her vision of the world was very clear yet a part of her always insisted I stayed a dreamer.

"And what are you?" An obviesly drunk girl in a bunny costume paused next to me. It was enough to say that my costume sucked for anyone to guess it so I pulled down the sunglasses from my head and put them on my eyes while I took the cane out of my back pocket and waved it in her face.

"Lame." She says before she continues her way into the party. God a part of me wishes I would get that drunk but thanks to my Mother I inherited the hate for cheap booze and my Father's likes for a good whisky.

"What is lame is this party," Tamara says. "I think it is safe to say that we are getting a bit old for this."

"I know, I thought it would fix our mood but this looks like one of those lame frat parties we used to go. But it's cheaper than going to a club." Mira says as she looks around the place.

"Do you guys wanna leave?" Tamara asks but I already knew what Mira's answers would be.

"I'm already here so I at least want to make it worth the drive."

"Well, I'm gonna go out and get some fresh air," I say as I take my bag. "I'll be out by the stairs."

"Wait for me and don't go far," Mira says.

"I won't," I say as I turn around from the table, the sunglasses were actually helping me with the annoying light while I passed through the crowd to get out of the apartment that sat on the first floor so the outside was close.

The cold air felt refreshing against my skin even tho it stung a bit inside my chest. The sky was black, I was barely able to count a few stars. But then again surrounded by high buildings and street lights one had to be grateful to see even that.

I dont know why but something pushed me to walk further down the sidewalk, perhaps it was the lights of the restaurant from across the street. It looks fancy, with a big sign over the door and windows big enough to let you see the smiles on people's faces. I almost wanted to be there... but as I stepped closer someone tugged at my bag with a force so strong that I lost my footing and dropped the cane when maybe I should have used it to kick the person fighting with me for a bag that wasn't even that important to me... I just didn't want to lose anything else today. So I didn't let go despite being on the floor. I tried to pull it back yet I wasn't strong enough it got yanked out of my hand.

"Hey!! Let go of her!!" A deep voice yelled behind me as the thief ran away and the tall man started chasing after him.

"Can this day get any worse?" I ask myself as I pull the sunglasses off my face and brush the hair behind my ears when I notice something that almost makes me scream. One of my earrings was missing...

"This can't be happening to me," I say as I get on my knees and start taping my hands on the dirty ground hoping to find it. And just when I thought I would lose hope I saw it, in a small crack in the sidewalk almost as if was placed there for safekeeping. "Thank you, God." I murmur to myself as I grab it when I feel someone touch my hand out of nowhere and I flinch back in surprise when my eyes meet the most perfect man I have ever set my eyes on. He was the embodiment of sex, his broad shoulders screamed straight in the kind of way that makes you feel safe in his presence yet leaves your heart racing with anticipation. Even under the cold LED street light, his skin seemed sun-kissed bronze. His chiseled jawline is strong, eyes are dark with a golden honey trace. His hair, dark and effortlessly tousled, falls just slightly above his brow, giving him a rugged, yet polished look. Lips full, firm, and sculpted that imidiatly made me wonder how it would feel to be kissed by him. Mira was right, I was definitely a dreamer.