Post by j3nnal31gh on Aug 1, 2007 0:47:36 GMT -5
Okay, here's Part Three. I think it totally sucks; I'm really sorry. 
Let me know what you think, though. Thanks!
Pt. 3
Since the meeting in California, Apolo had still been a part of my life, and I thought about him a lot - though I tried my hardest not to. However, some nights, I would lie in bed with my dog by my side instead of a man and my thoughts would drift to what the number in the book really meant. Sometimes, I’d get really upset, figuring I’d never know. I would rumble off my thoughts to Theo, while his ears flopped curiously and his head bopped to one side. I knew he’d never understand, but at least he was there to listen.
So, as one would figure, when I moved to New York City, my life had been bustling and busy. And the book was thrown in a box somewhere labeled who-knows-what. With everything going on in my life - the move, the new job, helping Theo adjusting to his new home - I hadn’t thought about Apolo in awhile. I knew celebrities were going to be at this party, but I didn’t think about him being there, not even for a split-second.
Therefore, despite knowing A-listers would be at this party, I walked into the door with confidence. I immediately found Stu, and he introduced me to some of the partygoers. I felt at ease and comfortable. That is, until I saw him.
Across the room, my eyes found a gaze so strong it almost swept me off my feet, literally. It was Apolo, no doubt. He was dressed in a wonderful black suit and scarlet tie that, oddly enough, perfectly matched my outfit. He was gorgeous beyond words.
Then, out of nowhere, the strangest thing happened. Our eyes met for the longest time, and I started to run away. Just then he came toward me and grabbed my arm.
“Jazz, it’s been forever...why haven’t you called?”
What the heck was he talking about? I had no idea at the time.
“Um, excuse me...do I know you? Well of course I know who you are, but, I mean, it’s just, you don't know me, and...” my words rambled on and on seemingly making no sense. His beauty was truly breathtaking.
“Two years ago...at my signing. I was so busy so I wrote my number down. Why haven’t you tried to contact me? I think about you every day.”
“Why would you want me to call you and stuff? You don’t know me. You treated me like crap at that signing.” I was so confused, yet strangely happy. My body was shivering and tingling.
“Yes, Jazz, you do...don’t you remember? You mean you’ve forgotten? I’m Chunkie. And I only treated you that way because I was so busy, and I figured we'd catch up later.”
Then, it hit me like electricity. We used to roller blade together when we were young in competitions. We were pretty close, but I always, always called him Chunkie.
I couldn’t believe it. This gorgeous man I idolized, I had once known? He looked too different.
“Oh, my god, Chunkie...err, Apolo,” I exclaimed...
And that's when he did it.
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That's the end of part 3!
Hope you maybe enjoyed it?
Let me know what you think, though. Thanks!Pt. 3
Since the meeting in California, Apolo had still been a part of my life, and I thought about him a lot - though I tried my hardest not to. However, some nights, I would lie in bed with my dog by my side instead of a man and my thoughts would drift to what the number in the book really meant. Sometimes, I’d get really upset, figuring I’d never know. I would rumble off my thoughts to Theo, while his ears flopped curiously and his head bopped to one side. I knew he’d never understand, but at least he was there to listen.
So, as one would figure, when I moved to New York City, my life had been bustling and busy. And the book was thrown in a box somewhere labeled who-knows-what. With everything going on in my life - the move, the new job, helping Theo adjusting to his new home - I hadn’t thought about Apolo in awhile. I knew celebrities were going to be at this party, but I didn’t think about him being there, not even for a split-second.
Therefore, despite knowing A-listers would be at this party, I walked into the door with confidence. I immediately found Stu, and he introduced me to some of the partygoers. I felt at ease and comfortable. That is, until I saw him.
Across the room, my eyes found a gaze so strong it almost swept me off my feet, literally. It was Apolo, no doubt. He was dressed in a wonderful black suit and scarlet tie that, oddly enough, perfectly matched my outfit. He was gorgeous beyond words.
Then, out of nowhere, the strangest thing happened. Our eyes met for the longest time, and I started to run away. Just then he came toward me and grabbed my arm.
“Jazz, it’s been forever...why haven’t you called?”
What the heck was he talking about? I had no idea at the time.
“Um, excuse me...do I know you? Well of course I know who you are, but, I mean, it’s just, you don't know me, and...” my words rambled on and on seemingly making no sense. His beauty was truly breathtaking.
“Two years ago...at my signing. I was so busy so I wrote my number down. Why haven’t you tried to contact me? I think about you every day.”
“Why would you want me to call you and stuff? You don’t know me. You treated me like crap at that signing.” I was so confused, yet strangely happy. My body was shivering and tingling.
“Yes, Jazz, you do...don’t you remember? You mean you’ve forgotten? I’m Chunkie. And I only treated you that way because I was so busy, and I figured we'd catch up later.”
Then, it hit me like electricity. We used to roller blade together when we were young in competitions. We were pretty close, but I always, always called him Chunkie.
I couldn’t believe it. This gorgeous man I idolized, I had once known? He looked too different.
“Oh, my god, Chunkie...err, Apolo,” I exclaimed...
And that's when he did it.
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That's the end of part 3!
Hope you maybe enjoyed it?
I can't wait to find out what he did! My mind is thinking of the possibilities. 
Love it!
