synchronized symphony (standard:romance, 1213 words)
Author: ysogiron	Added: May 20 2009	Views/Reads: 2770/1865	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
it won't fit and will get lost..

She was alone on the balcony when he found her. The woman was really an
introvert, he thought. He always caught her alone and thinking but she 
never did tell him what bothers her no matter how much he insisted. He 
knew she wouldn't last an hour with the guests, which was mostly 
composed of his grandfather's family friends. 

He stood a couple of footsteps behind her. Her right foot was tapping
the floor lightly but it seems as though it can't keep up with the 
music downstairs. From where she was, he knew she could hear snippets 
of chats but then she wasn't the type to eavesdrop, although she finds 
it hard inserting herself in a conversation. 

This was just like years ago, when he celebrated his twelfth birthday
and everyone was invited. Most of the girls wanted to talk to him and 
they enjoyed either his company or the party treats. She didn't. Just 
as she was before, she hated crowds. Only then, she was sitting on 
their house's front steps and it wasn't so difficult to talk to her. 
Now, he felt like every time she talked to him, he could see disgust in 
her eyes. No one could blame her, though. Not even him. 

She sighed deeply. She knew she would be reprimanded for leaving the
party early but she was more afraid of being in a crowd full of 
strangers than any kind of punishment right now. When she bit her 
thumbnail, he knew something was wrong. 

“What seems to be the problem now?” he asked; his voice cutting through
the silence. 

She flinched a bit in surprise but she didn't even look at him. “What
makes you think there's a problem?” she asked with mocking nonchalance. 


“You. Hiding here when everyone's enjoying the party out there.” 

“I am enjoying the party.” Big time. “And by the way, I'm not hiding.” 

Liar. “Just what the hell are you doing here, anyway? Counting the
stars? Or do you want to play hide and seek with me?” 

“Well, yes, you could say I'm counting the stars.” 

“You were?” 

“I was. Until you came.” 

“And how many have you counted so far?” 

“I lost count.” 

“You did.” 

“Yes. Now, if you would just attend to your guests and leave me be, I
might just be able to continue counting them.” 

“I want to count them with you.” Her smile faded. 

The moment he saw her face, he regretted saying the words. She seemed to
be all jittery all over again. 

He heard her feign a cough. Then, a long stretch of awkward silence. 

Say something, she urged herself. He was definitely making fun of you.
You shouldn't take it too seriously. He's definitely laughing inside 
right now. Are you just going to let him make fun of you? 

Just when she was about to open her mouth to saying something, he said
crossly, “Damn it, I had been looking for you when you know I should 
have been---” 

She faced him. Her face was serious as hell. Should have been what, she
wanted to ask. Should've been taking pleasure from all the clingy high 
society women around him? 

“And you just wave me away like some dumb kid. You know, you should be
grateful I came here for you.” 


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