Over the weekend, I’ve decided to work on the tag that I owed Sarcy. So here goes….
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“Err hi!” wondering where he had seen this familiar ravishing woman. His heart thumping with the beat of Black Eyed Peas ‘Where is The Love’.
“It’s me, Lara, your misfit next door neighbor back in Bangsar” smiling widely at him with pearly white toothy grin.
“Oh hello there!” gawking at the beautiful girl standing before him, remembering the tomboyish daughter of Auntie Zie.
“My god, you’ve changed!” (Hubbahubbahubbaaa…)
“Yeah, I finally grew up. You like?” twirling around dressed in a silver shimmering tube, a short tiered black skirt and long legs in knee high black boots.
She looked hot, he thought, running his fingers through his hair, discreetly wiping sweat off his forehead and skimmed down his mouth to make sure it was not hanging open like a 10 year old in a Pornographic store. Hell, with a body like that, she could stop traffic at the drop of a hat!
Exhaling his breath slowly, collecting his composure, he said, “You grew up nice. What gives? What are you doing here?”
“Oh you didn’t know? I’ve just started my first year at City University majoring in Risk Management. I know! I know!” rolling her eyes “How could a girl who seems to attract trouble all her life wants to actually provide advice to people on how to avoid problem? I guess with all the anxiety I’ve caused my mum growing up, I am some what an authority on the subject” laughing merrily.
He laughed, warming up to her, remembering her antics when she was young, the only daughter of his mum’s best friend. When she was 10, she decided that the neighbors were not coordinated and sociable enough that she had sent fliers to all the houses requesting all the neighbors to attend a local meeting. Most of the neighbors curiously came to find a little girl playing host. Nevertheless, that night a local society was setup and still active till this day. Then when she was 13, she thought that the neighbors were not doing enough recycling so she gathered few of her friends to stage a protest. They hold fort in a tree house and refused to come down until the president of the local society assured her that he will arrange a recycling port to be placed at the neighborhood.
Chuckling to himself, he asked, “Who are you here with?”
“Oh I’m here with some friends. They’ve been working here for the past few years and know London like the back of their hand, so I’m in safe hand” gesturing to the executive table.
He looked at them who were waving to her. As his head turned, he sighted Del who was shooting a dagger look at him. He chose to ignore her and focus his attention to Lara.
“Can you believe that they wanted to wear their office attire to come to this place? I told them that I would rather be dead than be seen with them”.
“So you made them change?” he teased her.
“Hell yes, of course!”
Laughing out loud, he said “You haven’t changed at all. That’s good!”
“Yeah, my policy is still to make the world a better place, one person at a time” she laughed softly. “Hey I heard your mum was in town few months back?” flicking her hair back.
“Err, yes”, distracted by the heady sexy perfume small wafting his way.
“I wished I could have met her but I was busy with orientation and…..”
Her voice drifting away as his eyes started to darken over remembering the disastrous visit by his mom.
And I tag tiena to continue with the story coz I'm sure you can add depth to the storyline. The rules are simple;
1. You must not finish the story. You can tag more than 1 blogger to continue the story.
2. There is no theme to the story.
3. It doesn't have to be a tragic love story. Sixty can decide later who should end the story :-)
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