The Romantic Sooky Sooky story part 13

He awoke to the familiar scent of potatoes and coffee. It seemed as if  they had gotten into a small routine of eating breakfast, having a small conversation, then him leaving to go to work and coming home later to find a nice home cooked meal on the table. He actually quite liked it.

He rose out of bed and slowly walked to the kitchen. following the savory scent of food and suddenly stopped in his tracks. There she was on the balcony, barefoot in the snow wearing the long white skirt, a white long sleeve sweater, her hair down just staring into the sky, allowing the snowflakes to fall and melt on her face. He unconsciously held his breath...she looked like an angel. He shook his head and quickly opened the glass door, ran outside and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards he apartment. He dragged her in and quickly closed the door behind him, then turned around in anger, "What were you doing out there?! You could have been frozen to death!"

She simply stared at him, her mind blank and her eyes void of any emotions. He sighed and walked into the living room to retrieve her blanket. He wrapped her in it, but it fell. She was just...standing there. He growled in frustration and scooped her up bridal stye and laid her on her bed/couch, and tucked her in, hoping to get the purple colour to subside from her toes, fingers and lips. He walked into the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee when he heard her speak.

"I remember...when...when I was a little girl..." she said, he quickly left the empty mug to sit beside her on her bed, "I loved the snow..." she whispered.

Her eyes met his as he smiled wide, "so you're remembering things!"

She looked away from him, "I saw the snow and that was the only thing I remembered."

He was puzzled, " so how'd you know the little girl was you?"

She snuggled under her blankets, "She had the same color eyes as mine."

He scratched his chin, "Maybe a cousin or something? I dunno.."

"Net....it was me."

He looked at her and saw the sadness etched on her face. He had no idea what to say to her...he's never been in her shoes. He got up, went to his room and re-emerged with his clothes and shoes on. He walked over to the door grabbed his jacket, then grabbed hers and threw it on the bed beside her. "Put that and your uggs on, we're going out for breakfast."

She numbly nodded, slipped her feet into her shoes, put her coat on and stood beside him.

*Cafe'*

"This scone...is delicious." She said, a little smile spread across her face, a little blueberry jam on the corner of her mouth. He smiled and handed her a napkin and touched the corner of his mouth. She took the napkin, puzzled as to why he would give it to her. He took the napkin and nervously wiped the jam off. A crimson red was instantly painted on her face. He put the napkin down and before he could open his mouth again, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Fancy seeing you here!" The voice was familiar but he couldn't figure it out until he turned around. There was Abi (Nurse Smith) standing with a styrofoam cup in her hands, he red hair in a bun, her eyes painted with make-up. 'They're nothing like the turquoise blue of Leena's....wait, where'd that come from?' he thought, shaking the image from his mind.

"Abi, nice to see you again." He said politely.

"Nice to see you James!" He thought she sounded a little too excited.

"Oh," she turned to the young girl dressed in full white and threw a small wave, "Hello."

As Leena opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by Abi. "So James, how have you been?"

He took a bite of a scone, "Good. Leena's doing great too. She speaks a little English now."

Abi's eyes caught Leena's now, "Oh, she does. That's nice." She turned back to James, as Leena's eyes cast downward.

"Anyways, we should have lunch sometime, or coffee, y'know?"

"Uhh, if I have the time, maybe. I've got your number, so I'll give you a call. Okay?" he said a little uninterested.

Her smile dimmed a bit, but she nodded then smiled even wider. "Okay, just give me a call, okay?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yea, sure. No problem." He said, almost begging her to go, he had no idea why, but Abi made him a tad uncomfortable.

She looked at Leena, and there seemed to be a small glimmer of animosity, then turned and walked away.

Leena flinched, and quickly found the mug of her hot cocoa and stared into it.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, holding out another scone to her.

She took it, and bit a small piece, "Das, I am fine."

He nodded and sipped his cocoa.

They finished their breakfast and were walking down the street. "Do you not work today?" she asked quietly.

"Today's Saturday. I dont work on Saturdays and Sundays." He said, his hands safely away in the warmth of his pockets.

"Oh." A little smile on her face.

He side glanced her, noticing the smile and smiled to himself.

He suddenly grabbed her hand and began running causing Leena to stumble over herself a couple times.

He suddenly stopped, causing her to fall on her bum. He looked down at her, breathing hard, as she looked up at him doing the same. Then she burst into a fit of giggles, that caused him to laugh as well. He helped her up, and opened the door to his apartment. They both went up the stairs, still laughing and settled into the couch bed. He turned the television on, then turned to her. "Wanna watch a movie?"

She smiled and nodded.

He changed the channels until he found the Sixth Sense and made popcorn. They settled in the couch bed together, a foot away from each other and watched movies all day until they eventually fell asleep.

Spoiler alert 14- Feelings start to develop....they're only human.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART 12

"But...but mistress, the princess always asks myself and Ivanka to dress her, why does she need new servants to dress her now?" Yelena asked, following Lady Fedorov's skirt tails closely. "The princess has demanded new servants. She is mourning... your old faces reminds her of her poor, deceased father..." Lady Fedorov said, almost sympathetically, "But my Lady-" Yelena began, "I want no more of this, Yelena. Back to the kitchen with you, there is much to be done!"

"Das...I understand." Yelena replied, bowing with the intention of doing as she was told.

She slowly walked to the lower levels of the castle, where the kitchen and laundry room resided. She walked in, a solemn look etched on her face, and began to prepare beef stragonoff and Borscht for the nights dinner, while the other servants prepared Balyk Sorpa with rice, Svitanak and Abzhorka along with some desserts. She sliced onions, deep in thought, 'Why would my little Aarti wish...for new maids?' she sighed, 'Poor little sveetheart...'

*Meanwhile*

Lady Fedorov entered the princess' room to see three new maids dressing the 'princess' in a pencil skirt suit, a well fitted blazer, and an inner pink shirt, a pair of patterned black pantyhose and real shine leather pumps. Her make-up was lightly done, with bright red lipstick, her hair in a traditional bun. They placed the sash of the princess on her, and the last piece, 'her' crown was placed on her head.

"All of you are dismissed," she said, authority strong in her tone. The three curtsied, and left the room. As they closed the door, the former queen made her way over to the 'princess'. "Now, here are your instructions. Do not fidget, do not embarrass me, and most important of all, DO NOT SPEAK."

"But what if they ask me a question?" The prostitute's voice was high-pitched and timid, nothing like the smooth, proud, authoritative tone like Aarti's. Lady Fedorov rubbed her temples, "Shut up! I told you not to speak, did I not?"

The young girl quickly nodded and took a step back in fear.

"All you have to do, is nod 'yes' or shake from left to right, 'no'. That is it. You aren't dumb enough to mess that up, are you?" the Lady said, taking slow strides closer to the young girl. The girl replied with a firm shake, her head bowed in submission.

"Now come, we must leave to go to the courthouse where you shall meet with the high judges of the country and decide when your coronation shall take place. You see? I have not betrayed my word, you shall be Queen of Russia, and I shall take my place as your chief advisor," the older woman said, a sadistic smile etched on her face.

A wide smile graced the girl's face as well. 'One minute I was selling my body on a corner, and now...I shall be Queen of my country...'

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 Dozens of security guards lined the entrance of the palace, along with police in cruisers and horses, along with a black stretch limo, the Russian flags perched on each side on the bumper. Six security guards surrounded the princess, the former queen and Baron, a title the recent King bestowed upon him, Sasha, as they entered the limo.

They drove in silence to the courthouse, a large crowd gathering at the entrance. The limo came to a slow stop. An attendant opened the door, allowing the Lady and Baron to exit the vehicle, then the 'princess'. Dozens of media personalities and cameras flooded the the square, Russian flags waved among the crowd, and people screaming "Bless the princess!"

The young woman sat in the limo, she took a deep breath, and for a split second, wished she was back on her corner, eating Shashlyk(a popular Russian street food, like a kebab). She quickly shook the thought from her head. She would be Queen, and would be able to get whatever she wanted. No more worrying about where the next meal would come from, or if she would be raped or killed today. Or if her landlord would kick her out of her tiny, insect-infested apartment for unpaid rent. She sighed for the last time and nodded in conviction. As she exited the sleek limo, she did a full turn, waving to the people, a small smile on her face. Never did she feel so important, or even special. As she took her first step towards the courthouse, a shot echoed throughout the whole square, loud gasps and screams heard from the crowd.

The guards and police scrambled, as the people shouted and panicked, everyone fumbling over each other, people falling and stepping on each other. As the crowd cleared, three distinct figures could be seen.

A man holding an older woman, both with a fake look of horror on their faces, and a young woman on the ground covered in blood.

The princess was dead.

Spoiler alert! *there are none -____-*

The romantic sooky sooky story PART11

The scent of bacon and eggs filled his nose, but what caused him to open his eyes...was the smell of coffee. He sat up and stretched for a while, then got out of bed to drag himself to the kitchen, contrary to popular belief, he hated mornings(who doesn't?).

She had her back to him, flipping bacon and spooning butter on top of eggs to cook the whites(thats how i do it when i'm making a sunny side up egg =P). "Morning," He said groggily. "Dobroye utro ( Good morning)”, she said, not even glancing behind her.  He nodded and took that as a 'good morning', too lazy to even ask what the word meant.

He jumped two feet in the air when he heard the bread pop out of the the toaster, then slowly sat back down again, muttering, "Damn toaster...nearly gave me a heart attack..." He stopped his musings when she placed a large plate of eggs, bacon and orange segments in front of him, then another beside him. She buttered some toast and poured two cupfuls of coffee, adding milk and white sugar to hers. She walked over to him, put some toast in his plate, then the coffee beside his plate, did the same for herself and sat down beside him.

As she sat down, she closed her eyes. He watched her for a while, wondering what she was doing, until she opened her eyes and began eating, which he proceeded to do as well.

"Thank you for breakfast, Leena."

"Velcome." She mumbled, taking a sip of coffee.

"Wow, with this kinda treatment, you must have been good to your boyfriend!" He said laughing, but stopped as soon as he saw the look on her face.

She sat, a piece of toast mid-way to her mouth, her eyes widened. She lowered her arms into her lap and stared at them.

"Oh...I'm...I'm sorry, I forgot." He murmured, looking away in shame.

"So have I." She replied. She continued eating, her eyes glistening from unshed tears.

He opened his mouth to comfort her, but he closed it, then tried to change the subject, "So, you learned to speak English by watching television?"

“Da. I watch tv for….” She looked up at the sky like she was thinking, “Seven hours.”

He nearly choked on a piece of bacon, “You watched t.v. for SEVEN HOURS!?”

"Da." She simply replied, sipping coffee.

"What does that mean?" 

"Vhat?" she looked at him now, her eyebrow raised.

"That word, 'da'." He turned to her as well.

"Oh, it means, 'yes'." She nodded to show him what she meant.

"Oh, okay" He smile and went back to eating.

"Oh, btw, there are some clothes in the bag by your bed, and...other things...Do you know how to use a washing machine?" he asked.

"Net...no." She replied.


"Well, I'm going to show you, then you can do your own laundry when I'm not here, I know you don't want me to see your...stuff." He said.


She blushed and looked away. "Okay. After breakfast."


He nodded and they ate in silence. They finished and as she washed all the dishes, he got all his laundry as well as hers, laundry detergent, bleach and dryer sheets, well dressed in work clothes.


"Come on," he shouted over his shoulder. "I'll show you." He said, dropping a pair of black uggs in front of the door.


She placed the plates in the dryer and ran to the door, stopping short. She looked down at the shoes, then up at him. "Put them on, with your socks on. It's cold down there." He said, a smile on his face.


She smiled and slipped her feet into the warm shoes. He locked the door behind her, then made his way downstairs, Leena following closely.


He opened a door to a basement, lined with washing machines and dryers.


"So, all colours, all dark clothes and all white should be washed separately. So I'm going to do all the colours first." He said as he put all the coloured clothing together, the put them in a washing machine. "Since it was a big load, add 2 cup fulls of this detergent, like this." He demonstrated by pouring some detergent in a cap, then pouring it into the machine.


"Then adjust the load, based on the size. This is a lot of clothes, so we would turn the dial to 'large', and since its coloured clothes, use warm water. Dark colours use cold water, and whites use warm or hot water. For white, add a little bleach, to keep them bright."

She nodded, taking everything he said into her memory.

He closed the machine, and pushed the button, listening to the water filling up. He put the basket of clothes on top of the machine and walked over to a dryer. He opened it and took a dryer sheet of the box on top of the clothes, "When those are done, put this sheet in the dryer, then the clothes. Turn this dial to 'large' because it's a large load. Close the dryer, and push the button to start it." She nodded again. He put the sheet on top of the clothes and turned to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She blushed and looked at his hand on her person, then looked at him, "I'm going to work now Leena. There's chinese in the fridge from last night, you can warm it up in the microwave then eat that if you get hungry." She nodded dumbly, her face hot.

He nodded and walked up the stairs, leaving her in the basement by herself. She stared at his back, watching him go up the stairs, the blush slowly fading.

He opened the door to his apartment, grabbed his bag and key and made his way back to the basement.
She stood watching the close being worked in a counter-clockwise motion. "Hey," he said, startling her out of her thoughts, "Here's the key to the apartment, when you're done, you can go back up." She nodded and took the key. She looked around for somewhere to put it, then bent down and put it in her shoe.

He chuckled and adjusted his tie, "See you."

She turned back to the washing machine, watching the suds swirl.
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He arrived at work, early as ever and opened all the locks and codes. He watched as the regularly scheduled janitor came in to wipe the floors and the desks clean. He organized some files, and messages, all the while wondering how Leena was doing with the laundry.
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She took great care in everything she did, following James' instructions to the tee and she took the last of the whites out and put them in the basket. She closed the dryer and trudged up the stairs, stopping to close the basement door behind her. As she made her way to the apartment, she was stopped by two familiar men who met her half-way up the stairs.

"Uhhh, good morning miss." One said.

 "Dobroye utro ( Good morning)”, she said, a little cautious.

"My name is Detective Jones and this is my partner Detective Stephens. We spoke to you at the hospital, remember?"

She thought for a while, racking her small memory for their face, "Oh! Da! Yes, I remember you! Come, come inside!" she said excited, they were detectives, maybe they had found out her identity. She rushed to the apartment door, basket in hand, and reached down to her shoe, retrieving the key and unlocked the door quickly.

She opened it and the detectives strolled in casually as she placed the basket on the bed, ran to the kitchen and turned around, "Vould you both like something to drink?"

"Some coffee would be nice, it's freezing out there." Det. Jones replied.

She nodded and retrieved two mugs, walked over to the coffee pot and poured them two hot cups. She walked over to them, handing them the mugs and turned around, walked back to the cupboard to get cream and sugar. She fetched them and placed them on the coffee table, along with two tea spoons.

She sat in the chair in front of them, hands folding in front of her and eagerly awaited the words that would hopefully bring her some relief.

"So, " Jones began, "We...we still haven't found out who you are yet."

She sighed, her shoulders slumped, but she still stared at him.

"The hairs we found on your suit belongs to a George Lewis, and Nicholas Murray, two convicts released on probation. Now, with you having amnesia, and the hair of these criminals found on your body, we think it goes much deeper than this."

She was interested now, "How deep?"

"We don't know. But the last known place these boys were seen was at the Canadian/American Border. Which seems suspicious, that would be violating their probation. Then it hit us, they were running. Running from what? We don't know, be we've contacted the Canadian government and police to hand them over as soon as they're located." said Det. Stephens.

"Alright, at least it is progress." She nodded.

"You learned English fast." Det. Jones said happily, trying to change the mood.

"Yes, I vatch alot of television." A small smile graced her face.

"Wow, t.v. actually has a valid use." Stephens said, chuckling.

They all laughed, while the Detectives rose from the couch. "Well, that's all we've got for now Miss.."

"Leena. James has named me Leena." She replied.

"That's a nice name." Jones said with a smile.

She nodded and followed them as they made their way to the door, "Has James been treating you well, Leena?" Stephens asked.

"Das, very well. I am comfortable." She replied.

"Good." The detectives mumbled. "We'll be back if we have any updates, or to check on you." Jones added.

"Das, I will be waiting." She said.

They nodded and left, as she closed the door behind them. She walked over to the clothes and began folding, hoping that they would find out who she is as soon as possible.

Chap 12 Spoiler- The princess is dead?!

Life As I know it

So here's an update of my life. I'm sure everyone knows about my on again/off again poisonous relationship. But you know what pisses me off? When you ask the person over and over again if their cheating, and they laugh in your face and claim their not, but yet people from all over are calling you telling you otherwise. It's like as soon as you say, "Kay, time to grow up and trust." Someone calls u n says some shit like "oh, yknow i saw ___ with ___, i didn't know you two broke up." and you have no choice but to say, "I didn't know that either."

So what do you do after this happens..not once, not twice, but so many times you feel like you're going to rip your hair out?

LEAVE THEM ALONE.

There, your life will be much better. If you both are meant to be, then it will happen for you. If not, then u two will stay out of contact, date other people, see if u really want to be with that person...etc.

So, here wat, im gonna start dating around :)

YER YER YER!!!!!!!!!!!

The romantic sooky sooky story PART 10

It was 5:36pm as James watched the janitor wipe the floors for the last time that day. As soon as she put her materials away, and bid him farewell, he took a good long look at the art gallery. He stretched, and then walked around the gallery, entering all manner of codes, locked the glass door along with the metal blinds and secured them to the ground. The gallery was properly protected.

He jumped on his black Yamaha bike, his bag slung over his shoulder and began his small journey home. He stopped at a small Chinese restaurant on a corner and bought shrimp friend rice, orange chicken, broccoli beef and pork spring rolls(hey, he’s big on meat ^_^ in a non-homo way @_@). He tied the large bag of food to the back and made his way home.

On his way home, he passed a department store and stopped short. ‘She does need a few things,’ he thought. He turned the ignition off, and slowly reversed till he was in front of the store. He parked his bike, took his helmet off, grabbed the food and made his way to the warmth of the building.

He put the food around a desk in front of a clerk, grabbed a small basket and walked around for a while, his shoes echoing on the hardwood floors until he found a 6-pack of small white t-shirts, an 8-pack of white tube socks, and although he was uncomfortable with the thought, he headed over to the female underwear section.

He stood there for a while, puzzled.  “B-cup? C-cup? Comfort brand? What the hell is all this supposed to mean?!” He shouted to himself. A woman, who looked to be around 35, wearing khaki pants, a navy polo shirt and sneakers made her way over to him as soon as she heard his frustrated growl,  “ Need some help, sir?” she asked, a smirk on her face. His confusion was obviously amusing to her. “Yes, uhhh…” He bent down close to her ear, “I’m looking for ladies underwear.” She nodded, “For you?” she asked. “NO!” he shouted immediately, and then regained his composure.  “For my…cousin, yea, my cousin. She’s here for a while unexpectedly, so I’m just buying her some underwear and stuff for the duration.”

The woman nodded in a yea-sure-your-cousin fashion. “And what size does your cousin wear?” He thought for a second, ‘What size does she wear?’ He scratched his head and said the first thing that came to mind, “Her hips are kinda wide, but her waist is a bit smaller. She’s still a tiny girl though. She looks about 5’3, 16 years old.” The woman nodded and went into the staffroom.  She brought back a diagram with each underwear size tacked to a board. “Now, which one does she look like she’d wear?” She asked. He stared at each carefully. Some looked too wide, others looked too small, and one looked like a parachute, but he spotted one that could possibly fit. “That one,” he pointed. She nodded and proceeded to the aisle and rack, grabbed a pack of Hanes women comfort fit, cotton, multi coloured and handed it to him. “There you go, anything else, sir?” she asked politely. “Yea…um…bras?” he asked, a little hopeful.  She smiled, “Proceed.” He took a deep breath, “They look small,  but they look big enough to have a small cleavage.” A big Cheshire smile was plastered on her face, ‘Cousin my ass!’ she thought and chuckled to herself. She handed him a 6-pack of 34B bras, Hanes, multi-coloured. “Is that it, sir?” she asked, a little annoyed. “No, uhh, I wanna buy her some really cheap clothes, just regular casual clothes, jeans, sweaters, y’know stuff like that.”  She thought for a while, “There’s a thrift store down the street. They got some good stuff down there, really cheap. Oh, by the way, buy her some shoes for the weather, in case she goes out.” He hiked his basket of goodies over his shoulder, “Thanks a lot, I’m gonna cash these out.” She smiled and waved, “Your welcome.”

He went up to the cashier and paid a surprising $27.60 for everything. He grumbled a bit, “woman making me spend money, bah humbug (^_^).”  He took his bag and left the store. He jumped on his bag, did a u-turn and went down the street, parking across the road from the thrift store.  He took all his bags into the store, leaving them with a clerk, like the last time and walked around the store. He looked around, without the help of clerks, and picked up some small sweaters, a heavy white padded jacket, with a furred hood, some black Uggs, a white long skirt, stuff that young girls would like. He cashed out and paid a record $15. “Wow, *I* should shop here.” He said with a wide smile on his face. “Sir,” the cashier whispered, “My advice is to wash the clothes before you wear them…in hot water.” He nodded, grabbed his bag along with the rest of his things and left the store. Wasn’t him that was wearing ‘em anyway.

He tied his thing to his bike and drove so fast, he basically flew home. He walked lazily up the stairs and opened the apartment door, the aroma of meatloaf, beefy gravy and garlic mashed potatoes tickled his nose. He shut the door behind him and placed her stuff on the bed, taking the Chinese into the kitchen with him. She stood in front of the stove, still in her red shirt, t-shirt and socks, humming a tune while she tossed caramelized onions with carrots and string beans in a creamy butter sauce in a skillet.

She turned around and threw the spoon in the air in surprise, “Oh!”  He walked over to her, “It’s alright, it’s just me.” He picked the spoon off the floor and put it in the clean sink. She turned and poured the side dish into the plate, and put the skillet in the sink. She washed both the skillet and spoon and put them in the dryer, drying her hands on a kitchen cloth.

She reached over him, her natural scent reaching his nose, and opened a cupboard to retrieve two plates. She took them down, grabbed two forks and knives, as well as glasses from the dish dryer. She went in the fridge and took out a bottle of Carlo Rossi white wine, 2000 and placed it in front of him. He looked at her. She smiled shyly, “Take it as ‘thank you’ vor letting me stay here.” Her Russian accent evident. He was surprised, “You speak English now?” She turned away, looking towards the television, “I learned,” She whispered.

He put the Chinese on the counter, took his jacket off and sat to eat, “I wish you told me so I wouldn’t waste my money on Chinese food. It’s okay I guess, Chinese food tastes better after a day.” He shoveled a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes, gravy, meatloaf and vegetables onto his plate and ate without shame. She shyly poured him a glass of wine, like a waitress would, while she silently asked herself how she even knew how to pour wine properly. She placed it beside him, and made a small plate for herself, poured a glass of wine and sat a stool away from him. He watched her, from the corner of his eye as she gently folded a kitchen cloth in her lap, and took small bites of her meatloaf and vegetables. He smiled to himself, and took another bite of his carrot.

“What should I call you? Nameless won’t work.” He said, not looking her way. She thought for a while, “De shows I vatched, Rachel Ray umm, Cat Cora, and uhh Ina Garten. You may call me one ov these.” She didn’t look his way either. “No, I don’t like those. How about something simple, like Mary, or Lizzy, or Sarah?” She put her hands delicately over her lips while she chewed, “I do not like.” He scratched his chin and thought, “How about Leena?” She closed her eyes, “I like dat, yes.” He nodded, “Then we’re in agreement.” He put his fork down and turned to her, his hand outstretched towards her. She turned to face him and looked at the hand, “Nice to meet you Leena, I’m James.” She blushed and took his hand, shaking it gently, “James. Nice meeting you.” Her Russian rolled off her tongue.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART9

 AT HOME WITH JAMES

He opened the door and stepped aside to let her in. She stepped in and stood in the middle of his small living/kitchen/dining room, with her hands folded in front of her, her toes interesting again. He closed the door and looked at her standing like a small, scolded child. He sighed , walked around her and begun to undo the fold-out couch bed in the living room. He went to the closet in his bedroom and came back, made the bed and laid out fresh white sheets, a brown comforter, a pillow, a pair of white socks, a white t-shirt and some old red shorts from when he was in college.  She looked small enough to fit, he wasn't sure because her hips were a little wide.

He looked to the spot where he left her, to find that she had moved to the glass door that led to the small balcony. She watched the hail fall, her hands still in front of her, barefoot.

He sighed and clapped his hands twice. She turned around, her eyes meeting his, She opened her mouth then shut it immediately. She saw the made bed, and the clothes then did the most unexpected thing...she curtsied and bowed her head. He took a small step back and nodded. She looked up to see him open the bathroom door, knock it and walk away. She was sure he meant, "Here's the bathroom."  He looked at her, nodded and went into his bedroom and shut the door. She walked over to the clothes and ran her hands over them slowly before picking them up and heading to the bathroom.

She changed quickly in fear  of him opening the door and seeing her half-naked. There weren't any locks on the door, he does live alone after all. She exited and quickly made her way to the bed, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the ground beside her left shoe. She ran her fingers through her hair, and slowly began to braid it.

 She sat on the bed, the tv off, and did nothing. . She looked at the clock which read 5:13pm. She got up and turned the television on, clicked through some channels, found the food channel and returned to the bed.

She watched Rachel Ray make easy eggplant lasagna , watched Guy Fieri make awesome burgers with avocado, grilled onions, mushrooms, and Tyler Florence grill trout before slipping into the land of dreams.

At about 10:00pm, James' room door opened. He stepped into the living room, and headed straight for the bathroom. He entered and after 2 minutes, a flush vibrated through the apartment.  he exited then turned the kitchen and living room lights off. As he was about to turn the television off, he heard a tiny voice mumbling. He turned around and saw her on the bed, mumbling incohorent words. he walked over to her bedside and and watched her face contort, then set it in a frown.

He leaned over her, and by sheer instinct he did what his mother always did to his little sister. He rubbed her cheek gently, "Shhh don't worry, it's just a dream." he whispered. She tossed twice and instantly calmed, snuggling into her pillow.

He stared at her, taking her in. Her lips, a few shades darker than her skin were slightly parted, her face was flushed but looked like light melted caramel. Her black as night braid touched her lower back as she cuddled the pillow in a fetal position. She looked...FRAGILE. From her jet black hair, to her nails which were painted to match the peach hue of the flesh underneath. He felt like she was just a small, lost child.

He sighed and walked over to the television and shut it off. In the darkness, he walked to his room door, and took one last look behind him. Once he was alright, entered his room and went to bed.

*~The Next Morning~*

He woke up to the sound of cartoons blaring through the apartment . He groaned annoyingly, and rose from bed. He got up and went straight to the living room to see her sitting 2 feet away from the television.  He marched up to her, turned the volume down and turned to see a frown on her face. He ignored it, walked into the tiny kitchen, turned the coffee machine on and sat on a stool to wait.

As soon as the light on the machine turned off, her poured 2 cups and added sugar to one. He walked over to her, cup in hand, and nudged her. Her eyes met his, "Do...you...want...some...coffee?" He said slowly. She looked at the black liquid and the rich aroma reached her nostrils. A memory consumed her.

***

A little girl sat around a small, white desk with a colouring book. She looked about 3, her black hair in a ponytail. She wore a little sundress and socks, her shoes in a corner, and was colouring a bunny blue. She looked up, and saw a man around a table, his brown hair shining in the sunlight, around a table sipping black coffee reading some documents. He stopped, turned to her and smiled, his turquoise blue eyes matching hers. she smiled back and returned to colouring.

******

She was nudged back to reality, her eyes wide in confusion. Who was that man? Was the little girl, her? Was that a memory? She was nudged again  and she looked up at him. She took the cup and eagerly blew on the hot liquid. If a smell could bring back such a vivid memory, what would a taste do? Her tongue finally touched it...and she remembered nothing. It was incredibly disappointing, but she continued sipping the bitter lava. He walked over to the island in the kitchen, sat on a stool and drank his coffee.

 After he was done, he made his way to his room and chose something to wear to work. He chose deep grey slacks, a black shirt and matching shoes then he headed for the bathroom.

The girl sat there, eyes glued to the television, her cup half empty.

He exited 10 minutes later, steam behind him. He quickly made his towelled body to his room, and shut the door behind him. He got dressed, and slicked his hair back for a polished look. He exited and walked quickly to the couch, retrieved his bag and put it on while he clicked his fingers to get her attention.

She looked up at him, "Do...not...go...outside." He said slowly, animating his hands and fingers to convey his words. She looked puzzled but nodded anyway. He opened his door and left the apartment without so much  so much as a good-bye. She sat there and continued to stare at the television.

Spoiler alert: Men should never buy women's underwear and clothes -_-

The romantic sooky sooky story PART8

As they left the hospital, she kept wondering who this man was, and he kept thinking...

"WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!"

Queen Fedorov,now LADY Fedorov stood naked, staring at herself in the mirror. Life had been far too cruel to her, giving her crows feet around her eyes, and all manner of wrinkles at the, what she thought, tender age of 45. Her deep blond hair no longer held its exuberance, nor did her gray eyes, her breasts or her derriere. Oh no, life had been far, FAR too cruel. 

She ran  a hand carelessly over her breasts and the thatch of hair between her legs as she thought deeply. 

Her door was suddenly flung open, revealing Sasha, his hair never out of place, and he closed the door shut behind him and slowly walked over to his mother. He stopped 2 feet away from her, and studied her naked form, his pants getting tighter by the second.

Their eyes met and she flashed him a seductive smile. "Like vhat you see, Sasha?" He licked his lips in response, "Da(yes), let me have you now." He said eagerly as he closed in on her, his tongue licking his lips constantly. She took a couple steps back, "There are things to discuss first." He hesitated then nodded. He sat on her divan, he knew that he would get what he wanted soon enough, she always gave him what he wanted.

"Now, have those two idioti contacted you since the last phone call?" it was safer to speak in English, since a total of 5 staff members knew the language.

"Net(no). Vhich means one ov two things, They either failed and are afraid that ve vill vithdraw the money we sent, or they succeeded and vish never to speak to us again."

"It has been far too long now, Sasha. if she is alive, I doubt, vhy has she not gone to police and told them who she is? Da, she must be dead by now, net? Now here is plan, lyoobov(love)." She seductively walked over to him, touching her thin lips, her bird straight nose, then to her 'not-so-up-there' 36 C breasts and straddled him where he sat.

"Idi syooda(come in here)." She said to no one in particular. Suddenly, a young girl with black hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes appeared from the small tea room in his mother's bedroom.

Sasha suddenly had a lump in his throat as his whispered, "Aarti?"

Lady Fedorov threw her head back and a deep maniacal laugh echoed in her room. " Net, Net , but it looks like her, Da?" She said in his ear, his heart rate increased tenfold at the sight of the girl. His mother ran her hands through his hair, releasing it from its moussed confines. "I found her on a corner in downtown, she vas selling her body."

"A prostitute?" his Russian accent rolled of his tongue.

"Yes. She had awful red hair, and green eyes. But that was easy to take care of, so was convincing her to do this. Vhen I told her she had to impersonate Aarti, she grew excited to live the life of the rich, like a real whore. It is a pity we shall get rid of her when the time is right."

Sasha stared at the girl, "Something's off about her."

"Vell, she is paler than Aarti, her breasts are bigger, but we can spread around the castle da the princess is a little nympho dat has begun to fuck!"

"But Aarti is a virgin." He mumbled.

"Vhat? And how vould you know dat?" She asked, suspicion rising by the second.

He turned his head away from his mother's piercing stare. "I read it in her diary."

His mother laughed again, "How stalker-like of you! That behavior is highly suspicious my dear. Should I be vorried?" 

He looked at her and shook his head, 'No'.

"Good. Is is not cute that she still keeps a diary? How disgustingly innocent of her." The jealousy and hatred spewed from her lips. 

She began to unbuttoned his shirt, slipping her hands under the fabric to touch his bare skin. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he imagined the real Aarti, touching him lovingly.

"Noo i igrat' v snyegoo, Sasha! ona takaya krasivaya! (Come and play in the snow, Sasha! It's so beautiful." the little girl shouted, her long, black pigtails streaming behind her. He stood, 5 years older than her, and watched her stick her little fingers in the snow. He looked around, and saw 8 bodyguards and Aarti's nanny, Yelena, were watching him intensely. No doubt they had heard of his mother's reputation and scandal. They all looked at him in pity. He was angry at everyone for looking at him like it was his fault. Suddenly, something cold and wet hit him square in the face. 

"Ya oodaryoo tyebya, Sasha!(I hit you Sasha!)" She shouted as she fell in the snow in a fit of giggles...he cracked a small smile, his first in 4 years.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Eto vash dyen' rozhdyeniya, Sasha, Gdye nahodyatsya vashi drooz'ya? (It's your birthday, Sasha. Where are your friends?)" She asked, her chin in her palms as they both sat around the large, lavishly decorated table, littered with food and 3 gifts from Aarti's father who had been so kind as to buy him presents. His frown deepened, and he folded his arms over his suit. "Ya priglasil mnogo mal'chikov iz shkoli, Oni dolzhni bili droogiye dyela. (I invited alot of boys from school. They must have had other things to do.)" She pouted her lips, "Net, Sasha. Oni tvoi drooz'ya, das, Oni dolzhni bit' zdyes', chtobi syest' tort!(No, Sasha. They are your friends, yes? They should be here to eat cake!)" She was quite perceptive for 7 years old.. He unfolded his arms, hung his head and turned away from her, something he had started doing when his father left, "Ya nye imyel nikakih droozyey(I dont have any friends)," he whispered. He sat for a while, until he heard the sound of a shuffling dress and dress shoes. He felt a tiny hand slip into his, "Eto normal'no...Ya boodoo vashim droogom..(It's okay...I'll be your friend.)" He stared at her, and so did she. Out of the blue, she hugged him and gave him a small peck on the cheek. He blushed a deep red and touched the spot where her tiny, soft lips touched. That was when he fell in love with her.

~~~~~****

"I must go to check on the running of the castle mother," he said, pushing her off of him while fixing his clothes. "But, but you just got here Sasha! Do you not wish to spend time vit mat(mom)?" She touched his shoulder, but he walked away briskly. "Sasha, I must tell you the plan...remember?" He stopped dead in his tracks. "Tell me then, I shall do vhatever you want." She walked over to him, his back facing her, and whispered it in his ear. He gasped and looked at the impersonator, then back at his mother who wore a sadistic smile. He hardened his face, nodded and left the room.

Lady Fedorov watched him leave, and said without looking behind her, " Lyagtye na krovat' i razdvinoot' nogi. Vi boodyetye dyelat' vsye, chto ya govoryoo.(Lie on the bed and spread your legs. You will do whatever I say.)" She turned the key, locking the door closed the curtains and joined the prostitute in bed.

The plan would surely work, or so she thought.

PART 9 SPOILER ALERT!!!!!: Life with a stranger is awkward...isn't it?

The romantic sooky sooky story PART7

There was no escaping it.

He had to take her home with him.

James sat down, and hung his head between his hands, a million thoughts running through his mind. How would he support them both? Surely the police had to give them some sort of financial help, right? Wouldn't she require...lady things? He could always call his mother, but he surmised that she'd get too curious, and he hadn't quite figured out an explanation yet.

Almost  10 minutes had passed before he heard the familiar sound of Nurse Smith's smocks and crocs make their way over to him. 

"James? You alright?" she asked, resting a lightly freckled hand on his taut left shoulder. 

"Take me to her room please." he mumbled. 

She nodded, turned and began walking, James following close behind.

"So, I was told by the detectives that she should be discharged into your care," that solemn tone riddled her voice again.

"Against my will Abi, against."

Her mood took a drastic change. "Well, I think it's wonderful and kind of you to take in a stray," a smile plastered on her face as she stopped in front of a door. 

"She's not some stray animal, Abi. I don't know know the hell she is, all I know is that I'm stuck with her." He moved behind her, opened the door and entered the room.

She laid there, staring into space. The hospital, or was it the police? She didn't know, whoever it was, was kind enough to assign her a translator so that she could answer the authorities to the best of her abilities. She wasn't stupid, she knew that if she helped them as much as she could, she could go home...wherever in Russia that was.

She heard the door open, a man with hair and eyes like earth, entered. He stood at the doorway for a minute before the translator entered behind him. She turned to him, hand outstretched, "Hello, my name is Nadyenka Sidorov, Russian translator, yes?" She looked like any other Russian girl, dirty blond hair, straight bird-like nose, thin lips and blue eyes. James returned the handshake, "James Hardelle. It's good to know there won't be a barrier between she and i, for now at least." She smiled and nodded, as she made her way to the young girl's girl bedside. "Would you like to tell her something, Mr.Hardelle?"  He nodded and stood on the opposite side of the bed, the girl's oceanic blue eyes penetrating him. It was strange, he noted, that Nadyenka's eyes were a shade of sky blue, and this girl's eyes almost looked..turquoise. He snapped back and his eyes shifted to Nadyenka, "Tell her that the detectives, Stephens and Jones, has left in my care. She'll be coming home with me after they discharge her."

Nadyenka spoke quick and fluent Russian, he watched the panic emerge on the girl's face. She slipped her hand into the translator's and replied to his statement. Again, the fluent Russian confused him. 

Nadyenka's nose crumpled, then she stared at him. "She says she refuses to leave with a stranger. She would also like to know who you are."

He rubbed his eyes, this whole situation was beginning to annoy him. "I'm the one that found her on the side of the road, okay? the detectives basically dumped her on me and I'm being kind enough to allow her to stay with me until they figure out who she is. Now, she can stay with me, where our only interaction is "Good morning'. 'Good night' or 'good bye' or stay in a women's home where they'll bully her, or pass her around for a pack of cigarettes." His tone was stern.

Nadyenka nodded nervously and began to communicated to the bruised girl. 

The girl's eyes furrowed, and she sighed, then eventually nodded. 

Nadyenka nodded and turned to James, "She has come to terms with the decision. The nurse will be in soon to properly discharge her. There are documents for you to sign at the from desk in the lobby." English rolling off her tongue. She pecked the girl on her forehead, shook James' hand one last time and left the room.

The girl stared at him, he returned it. Minutes passed, and brown eyes still penetrated blue until Abi entered to get the girl ready for discharge. "Sorry to interrupt, " she said solemnly, James was beginning to think the nurse had an emotional imbalance, "No worries Abi, I have to sign out Miss Nameless anyway."

He looked at the girl once more, then left the room. 

He slowly walked to the front desk, which was being manned by an older woman. She looked between the ages of 50-60, her brown eyes and soft wrinkled smile held warmth. "Hi, I was told I should sign out the nameless." She handed him a clip board with a document attached, "Sign at all the Xs and fill out the contact information area." He nodded, retrieved a pen stuck to the office desk and began to do as he was told. 

*MEANWHILE*

"Come now, time to change into your own clothes." Abi said. The girl simply stared at her.

Abi sighed. Then she started to point at the girl's hospital gown, then to the black pencil skirt suit in her hands, "Take...THAT...off...put...THIS...on." The girl seemed to understand. She hopped off the bed, Her I.V. carefully removed earlier and began undressing. She instantly covered her tiny bisque-colored bra and panties, afraid of Abi's piercing green eyes. The red head gave her a once-over, "Yea, you're no competition." The girl looked puzzled, but Abi's smile somehow reassured her. The girl returned the smile as Abi handed over her clothes, places her heels, well the left foot of her leather Jimmy Choos, on the ground and left. 

The girl watched the nurse leave and hurriedly got dressed. She was glad they allowed her to shower this morning. She was also appreciative that they washed her clothes and provided new pairs of underwear. She finished dressing, sat and waited for the Nurse, or anyone, to return. It made no sense to talk, no one but Nadyenka could understand her. 

James signed at the ;ast X and handed the clip board back to the old, motherly nurse. She smiled again, "You may take your girlfriend home now." He sighed, he didn't have the energy to correct her.

"She's not his girlfriend," someone said from his left. He turned to the voice and saw Abi making her way towards him. "She's just a lost girl...right James?" she said as she flashed him a brilliant smile, and touched his forearm. He took a small step back, this woman was seriously starting to annoying him. "Is she ready to go? 'Cuz I am." he said, obviously annoyed. She removed her hand and stepped aside, "She should be dressed by now." As he took a step towards the room, she stopped him again, by slipping a piece of paper in his hand, "Here's my number if you need help with her." He nodded and proceeded to the hospital room.

She stood there in her black suit, small rips in the fabric. She was holding her shoe in hand, staring at her peach colored toes. Her head snapped up as soon as the door opened, her eye meeting James'.

"Time to go," he said as he motioned for her to follow him. She understood the gesture, walked to the door and stopped. "Nadyenka," she simply said. He nodded. She wanted to see the translator before she left. He stepped aside, and she walked two doors down the hall and stopped in front of a door.

She knocked on the door and heard "Come in," but didn't respond. The door flung open, "I said, Come- oh, it's you," she said with a smile. " Ya prishyel, chtobi skazat' do svidaniya, Nadyenka,(I've come to say goodbye)" the girl's russian somehow reminded the translator of home. She nodded and replied, "Do svidaniya, moy droog. Ne boysa, Vashi vospominaniya vyernyetsya(Good bye, my friend. Do not be afraid, your memory will return)." The girl suddenly found her toes interesting again and replied, "Ya nye boyoos' moih vospominaniy(I'm not afraid of my memory)." Nadyenka's eyes widened, then softened in realization. She walked over to her desk, retrieved her business card and scribbled a number on the back. "Pozvoni mnye v lyooboye vryemya ya vam noozhyen, v poryadkye? Ya oovyeryen, on boodyet dlya vas grazhdanskogo. (Call me anytime you need me, okay? I am sure he will be civil to you)" She said as she handed the card to the girl who took it and walked away. She stopped mid-step, turned around and embraced Nadyenka like a daughter would do to a mother and whispered, "Spasiba.(Thank you)" She let her go, and turned to walk towards James, who waved good bye to the blond woman.

James walked in, looking at Nadyenka. "you're from Russia right? Does her accent sound familiar? Does she loo like someone u might've met? i know its a  big country."

She shook her head, "No, you see, I left Russia when I was about 5. I remember bits and pieces but nothing much. My parents, out of fear and anger, refused to have us learn anything about our homeland. I guess that just stuck to me. I haven't had an real reason to visit or keep up with Russian news, nor do I really care to."

James groaned and walked away. A woman that could be the key, cares nothing of her country. JUST GREAT.

As they left the hospital, she kept wondering who this man was, and he kept thinking...

"WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO?!"

PART 8 SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!: There is some sick shit going on in the royal castle in Russia.

The romanti sooky sooky story PART6

Continue:

As soon as he was about to reach for another auto magazine, his peripheral vision caught sight of both detectives making their way over to him. He stood , and greeted both,shook their hands and waiting for what they had to say.

Det. Stephens was the first to speak, "Hardelle...you came back."

"Just to make sure she was alright, I heard what happened this morning," he replied.

"Yea, Nurse Smith told us about that. Little lady's got some fire in her, doesn't she?" he chuckled, as he nudged his partner. "Anyways," he continued, "we've got things to discuss."

They all sat in the lounge, James' nerves on edge, because of the tone of Det. Stephen's voice.

"We've been interrogating her all morning." Stephens began.

"And?" James asked, his full attention on the detective.

"We've come to one conclusion." He said again.

"What's that?" James' curiousity was at its peak.

"She's Russian." Jones blurted out.

James eyes furrowed, "I already know that, have you not learned anything new?"

"You knew she was Russian?" Jones' eyebrow rose in suspicion.

"yea, she said something in Russian to me before she passed out again in her hospital bed. I don't know what it meant, but i recognized the accent. I had a Russian roommate in college, his accent sounded the same."

"What did she say?" Det. Stephens asked, writing down bits and pieces of the conversation in his notepad.

"She said the word, 'Otets'." James replied, as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Well, we've decided that she'll be staying with you while we try to figure out who she is," Stephens  said, still scribbling in his notepad.

"WHAT?! Are you guys insane?! What if I'm some psycho-killer-rapist?! What if I have a girlfriend?! You can't dump her on me!" James shouted, causing all the visiting families in the lounge to cast their attention on him.

"Calm down Mr. 5th Avenue, number 25, studio apartment A102, who lives alone." Jones said as he tugged James back into his chair.

"What the hell? You were following me?!" He pointed an accusing finger at both detectives.

Stephens shrugged, "yea, it's our job, we detect."

James hung his head and sighed, "And how did you two make this decision?"

Jones began, "Well, when we heard it was you who found her, we did some research." He opened his notepad and continued, " Born in Detroit, Michigan, May 25th(Tara's b-day^_^) 1985, to Selene and Jonathan Hardelle. Two younger siblings, Jane and Mark. Moved to New York, attended Rochester Elementary, then to Forest hills High school, graduated ahead of your class. Attended NYU graduated last year with Bachelors and Masters degree  of Arts. Now you're a manager at some hoity toity art gallery in the upper east side. All of this with a squeaky clean record. Haven't even stolen a candy bar."

James was in awe, "I think you just summed up my whole like if 50 words or less."

"Listen Hardelle, we don't usually just drop a girl on some strange guy, we just don't know where to put her. We don't know if she's a lost girl, or a witness to something. She doesn't remember anything about her past, or how she got here, she's just as lost as we are. Thank God we had a translator in there, 'cuz we would've been even more lost." Stephens said, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

"She doesn't remember anything?" James asked.

"Not even her own name." Jones replied.

"Well, do the same research you did for me." James said non-chalantly.

"It ain't that easy kid. Ever since the Cold war in 1960(look it up), the Russians ain't so fond of America. We can't access any of their files or records without a request, which takes weeks to months to process." Stephens said.

James ran his palm over his face, then folded both in his lap. "Anything else?" he asked, seemingly calm.

""we found some brown and blond hair on her suit, that obviously doesn't belong to her. Could be anyone's really, a friend she hugged that day, the bellhop, anyone. But at least it'll give us some clues as to who she is." Jones replied.

James sighed, perhaps for the fifth or so time that day and said nothing. then he spoke, "What about you two? Don't you guys have wives? Sisters? Y'know, people that understand women?"

"I'm a bachelor, and Stephens here, lives with his mother." Jones replied.

Stephens offered an explanation quickly, "She's sick real bad, I can afford a day nurse, not in a live-in one. So I gotta take care of her at night."

"You're a bachelor, she can live with you." James said, like a complaining child who wanted a cherry lollipop, instead of grape flavor.

"nah, Stephens suggested that to the cap'n, she wasn't too fond of the idea. Said it would look like I was her sugar daddy, and that would not look good. I gotta agree with her." Jones said.

James sighed again. There was no escaping it. "Fine."

As soon as that four letter word was uttered from his mouth, both detectives rose from their chairs, and made their way to the exit, while shouting behind them, "We'll be coming to your place if we've made any progress. That, and we'll be dropping by every now and then to make sure you really aren't a psycho-killer-rapist." Jones said, causing everyone to stare at James with a little twinge of fear.

There was no escaping it.

He had to take her home with him.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART5

*So i read part 4 over and sooo many mistakes, i'll try to type without typos.*

He awoke the next morning, and crawled around his apartment, lazily frying eggs sunny side up, and bacon wile putting wheat bread to toast. He buttered his toast, and grabbed his large mug of fresh coffee and slowly sank into the cheap sponge of his couch.

As he was about the turn the television on, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Good morning Mr. Hardelle." It was the Nurse from the emergency room.

"Good morning nurse...uhhh,"

"Nurse Smith."

"Ah yes, Nurse Smith. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine. She seems to be coming around, but we had a small altercation this morning."

He sat up. "Altercation?"

*EARLIER THAT MORNING*

The sunlight burned her skin, causing the darkness behind her eyelids to appear red. She slowly opened them, the light brightening her oceanic eyes as she attempted to sit up in her hospital bed. Her eyes searched her surroundings and she quickly deducted that she was in a hospital...and that's when panic and paranoia set in.

Where was she? Who is she? What's going on? Why is she bruised and in pain? Was she raped?

She yanked the I.V. from her arm, her blood gushing all over the pale blue sheets, causing the emergency alarm to go off. She held her ears tightly, and she slowly walked towards the door and as she was about to reach for the knob, it flung open reveal a male and female nurse who ran to restrain her. She dodged them by a hair, and ran down the hall in a zig zag pattern, and as she was about the round a left corner, she came face to face with a large male nurse, who grabbed her arms with one hand and injected her with morphine.

She fought but slowly, her vision was fading and she settled back into sleep.

*PRESENT*

"She put up quite a fight for a young, injured girl. But we managed to subdue her. She's resting now, you may see her after the police have questioned her." Nurse Smith said quietly.

"the police are there?" He asked.

" 'Course they are dear, we're under strict orders to report to them first. They have jurisdiction over us."

"Oh, well I'll come and visit her later. Thank you for calling."

"You're welcome Mr.Hardelle." her voice sounded almost excited.

He hung up, and resumed his breakfast, all the while watching Penguins of Madagascar on Nickelodeon. (Hey, the guy enjoys the little things!) he was a little worried about the girl, but he would see how she was when he got to the hospital.

After he popped the last piece of toast in his mouth, he put the dirty dishes and skillet in the dishwasher, took a quick shower, got dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans and regular sneakers, jumped on his bike and headed to the hospital.

He entered the wing, and was met with Nurse Smith. He hadn't even noticed her red hair, and green eyes, or even her thin lips and straight nose that night, he was too concerned with the stranger. He had to admit, Nurse Smith was an attractive woman.

"Mr.Hardelle, how nice to see you again. Came to visit the nameless?" She said, a little too depressing.

"The nameless?" He asked, his right brow raised.

"Inside joke. The nurses call her that because she technically doesn't exist."

He sighed and looked behind her, "Where's her room?"

"Down the hall, then left, the first door to your right is her room. But you can't go in there now. the detectives are still with her."

"Alright, well I'll just wait."

He sat down in the lounge and picked up a bike magazine and began to read it lazily for 2 minutes before he realised that she was still standing there. He looked up from his magazine, "Yes, Nurse Smith?" he asked for what he felt like was the 5 millionth time of the day.

"Abi." She said, barely a murmur.

"What?" he asked.

'My friends call me Abi." She said again, this time louder.

"Oh, nice to meet you...Abi."

A bright smile was slapped on her face, which was replaced by a deep crimson blush as she stared at her shoes. "Ummm, Mr.Hardelle.."

"James."

Her eyes shot up to meet his, "Since you told me your name, I'm telling you mine. Although, you probably already know that since I gave you all my information from last night."

She nodded stupidly and returned to stare at her shoes, "Would you...would you like to go out for coffee sometime?"

He sighed to himself. This was bound to be trouble. He stayed away from women romantically because of their constant need to break his heart. "I...I don't think so, Abi."

She blushed again and nodded. "It's alright."

"No, it's not you, believe me."

"It's alright James. We can be friends though right?" She said, pathetically hopeful.

"Sure." He replied.

"Okay! umm, Miss Nameless will be done with the detectives soon, so you'll be able to see her." Her tone indifferent.

"Thank you...Abi." He whispered and went back to reading his magazine. This would be a long day indeed.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART4

here we go:

"Tomorrow, hopefully she'll wake up and we can get to the bottom of this."

Before he left, he gave all his contact information to the nurse and left the hospital.

He slowly rode home, a small drizzle of snow littering the atmosphere.  He entered his studio apartment, and threw himself on his old couch, his hand over his eyes. "What a night," he said to himself.

He rubbed his hazel eyes with his thumb and index finger while he stood to remove his clothes. He ran his hand through his chestnut hair and sighed. He removed his leather jacket, slipped out of his faded jeans and t-shirt, as well as his leather boots and made his way to his small bathroom. He turned the shot water on waiting 1 minute for the water to heat up. He steeped in the and warm water felt like heaven on his cold skin.

He bagan to think of the mysterious girl he picked up off the street. 'She called me...'Otets', I wonder what that means?' He poured his shampoo in the palm of his hand and began to lather his hair, as well as his body, down his toned torso, strong calves and toned biceps.

He slipped a towel on and dried his body properly before putting a pair of beige socks, a white t-shirt and boxers, and slipped silently into bed.

His mind went back to the girl he found on the road, "I wonder what'll happen tomorrow, IF she's awake by then." He sighed, turned on his side on his queen sized mattress, and feel asleep quickly, think of the girl with he wavy black hair and blue eyes.

She tossed and turned in her gurney, almost ripping the I.V. out of her arm as the nightmares haunted her. An old man she called 'Otets'. She had no idea how she even knew what the word meant, or why this man was hugging her, but she felt warm and loved. Who was he? Why was his face so familiar? Then she saw the woman with the platinum blond hair and hateful eyes, just staring at her with distaste, and a man beside her with a darker shade of blond hair, licking his lips as her gave her a once over. Why did she feel resentment and discomfort in front of them? She felt angry and confused, but had no idea why. Who was she? Where was she from? Were these people her family? Her enemies?

Then her memories began to slowly flow into her dreams. She saw a woman, her skin a dark tan, her hair long wavy and black, deep brown eyes, a button nose and full brown lips that always held a smile. She was holding a young girl, about 3 or 4, who was napping on her bosom. This memory made her feel an unknown content that confused her to no end.

She slept through the night, bits and pieces of her memory being played on the screen in her mind until the sun rose.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART3

we left off at ;

"We're gonna have some fun...Princess"

As she slept, she could hear voices, two male voices conversing above her. Then they brought the rag to her nose again, and she slipped into an even deeper sleep.

"Did he or she or whatever send the money yet?" The man in the navy blue hood shirt asked, "Let me check." The man in the black hood shirt replied. He went over to his computer and typed in his password, "Yea, all 5 million euro." Both men smiled and turned to the sleeping beauty on the ground, who began to mumble incoherent words, and the blue hoodlum placed the rag over her nostrils again.


"You've gotta be careful with that stuff," black hoodlum said, "Does it even matter? We're gonna kill her anyway!" Blue replied. Black was abort to retort when his cellphone rang, "Yes?...Yea, we're going to take her out to the dock and burn everything that ties us to her....okay." He hung up the phone and turned to his associate, "Time for the Princess to take a permanent nap."


Blue scooped her up in his arms, and exited the broken down shack, Black following closely behind him. They placed her in the back of their stolen Saab, and placed the chloroform rag on her face. "Putting that thing on her face for her to inhale so much is gonna cause some sort of damage to her brain, yknow," Black said, matter-of-factly, Blue rolled his eyes, "Have you forgotten that we're supposed to KILL HER?!" Black rubbed the back of his neck, mumbled something and opened the door, slipping into the passenger's seat. Blue gently closed her door then jumped into the drivers seat, turned the sedan on and sped off into the snowy night. He was speeding as he spoke to Black, "Now, I've already cut out a piece of the ice up there in Avalanche Lake, we'll tie blocks to her feet, and have her sink to the bottom. Quick and painless." Black rubbed his neck, "Fine, I don't wanna watch."

Blue swerved again, "Slow down, we're going to skid on the ice!" As soon as Black spoke, Black swerved, and unknown to them, Aarti's back door flung open, her lifeless body rolled out on the cold road of the highway.

Blue and black begun arguing about Blue's driving and made it all the way to Avalanche before they realized that Aarti was missing, "FUCK! how could we have lost her? she's fucking knocked out!" Blue shouted, and he punched a dent into the Saab. "Listen, it's like 8 fucking degrees out here, she'll freeze to death! We got our money, let's just go!" Black said. Blue shook his head, jumped in the car, Blue following behind, and drove into the night, Canada as their goal.

She laid there for a good 3 minutes on the cold asphalt, all scratched and bruised from the fall before the light of a motorcycle appeared from the darkness, the owner stopped to look at the young lady in the snow. He looked her over, checking her pulse, relieved to find one. "Hey miss, wake up!" He was rewarded with silence. He sighed and looked around, seeing the road was empty, he put her on his bike, her arms wrapped around him, and he slowly drove to the hospital.

He lifted her in his arms bridal style and walked to the emergency entrance, "Help someone!" Soon, nurses poured from the lounge, helping the young girl onto a hospital bed and shipped her off to an undisclosed room, out of his sight.

He sat in the lounge, wondering if he should wait or leave. "Her family will be arriving soon, so its better if I just go." As her rose to leave, a nurse approached him, "Sir, we have some good news about your girlfriend." He shook his head, "She's not my girlfriend." The nurse hesitated, "Sorry, your sister-"

"She's not my sister either."

"Oh, well..hmm..nevermind then. She's stable now, any longer out there she would have frozen to death. Her bruises and scratches will heal without scarring. All just minor things really, we fixed her up quite fast. Does she have any family she could contact?"

"I don't know." He replied.

"Well, we couldn't find her records in the system. So we had to alert the authorities, they're here to question you." Behind her stood two detectives dressed in soiled suits, and scruffy beards. As if cued, they walked over to the young man, as the nurse walked away. "Hi, uhhhh.."

"James Hardelle."

"Mr. Hardelle, I'm detective Stephens, this is my partner, det. Jones. We'd like to ask you a couple questions about the girl."

James nodded and sat down. "So how do you know the young lady?" Detective Jones asked. "I found her on the side of the road, just lying there. She looked pretty banged up, so I put her on my bike carried her here."

"So she was just lying there on the side of the road?" Det. Stephens asked. "Yea, I was on my way home from an art exhibit, and I saw her."

The detectives looked at each other, then back at James, "We can't find her anywhere in the system, no medical records..nothin'. It's like she fell from the sky or somethin'." James merely shook his shoulders. Det. Jones handed him a business card, "Call us when she wakes up kid, we need to ask her some questions." James nodded as both police turned to leave.

The nurse approached him again, "She seems to be stable. Would you like to see her? " the kind woman asked. "Umm, sure, I guess." He replied, 'Wouldn't hurt to see how she's doing.' he though as he followed the nurse to a secluded room.

He saw her lying there in bed, a U.V. in her arm. He walked over to her as the nurse silently left the room. He looked at her sleeping form, staring at her button nose, her full lips, he was in awe at her beauty. Her eyes shot open revealing sapphire irises, causing him to step back in surprise, then he heard a whisper so small, it was as if it came from a small child, "Otets..." Her eyes snapped shut and she resumed her slumber. He stepped towards her bed and repeated the word, "Otets...is..is that russian?" He sighed, tussled her hair and left talking to himself. "Tomorrow, hopefully she'll wake up and we can get to the bottom of this."

Before he left, he gave all his contact information to the nurse and left the hospital.

Lol, why am i mad tho?

So, i took a mini nap, took the clothes off the line and started watching tv, in my state of depression. Then it hit me, why am I mad though? Seriously? Lol, no more calling to telling him where i'm going, who i'm going with out of respect.

or calling him after ive come from somewhere, to tell him what went on, who did what, out of respect.

i may be a little angry, but give me 2 minutes to cool down n im good. i try to shut up when im angry, so i dont say hurtful things.

but here's wat I'm saying, WHY DWELL ON THIS!? lol, i'm not ugly, nor am i stupid. as for my personality, i think im pretty cool, so have fun in ur life. im not even mad anymore. just... apathetic about the whole thing and just say

LOL, WHY AM I MAD THO???

SOME FUCKED UP SHIT

Now, let's just say, u n i had an argument. actually argument was my fault, cuz it was me overreacting over some bullshit. I apologize, call to apologize and u wont answer. fine. watever, give u some space.

Now I go on fb to see ur fb status says "married to _________"? come on! really! does the disrespect ever end with u?

everyone, i mean everyone, always says "u need fi low him" or "maybe when u go to uwi u can stop eating shit to find a decent enough man." i always told them i was content with who i was with. But after that major disrespect, im literally just done.

The romantic sooky sooky story PART2

So where did i leave it?

She sighed and stepped inside the large Presidential suite and gracefully sat on the soft futon in the middle of the large room. 'Another day, another country.' she thought as she sighed and looked at her hands in her lap. 

She removed her crown and gently placed it on the oak coffee table in front of her, then undid her bun causing her long, black wavy hair to cascade down her back. Her blue eyes contrasted with the slight puffy dark circles underneath her eyes, as she tried to rub the tired from them.

 

She had spent the whole week shaking hands, sitting in uncomfortable conferences for hours to hear what a good queen she will make along with the five million "my condolences" she's heard today. She hadn't even begun to mourn her father's death properly before being whisked off to be paraded in front of the council and her people as the heir to the throne.

She remembered how he looked when she found him in his bed, as if he were in a deep sleep and nothing more. She even smiled when she thought that he was only napping, as a sickness had overcome him so sudden, that she was happy for his well-deserved rest...until she touched his hand.

The moment she touched him, she knew he had passed on. He was colder than ice, and more rigid than a brick wall. She buried her face into the damp material of his pajamas, and began to silently sob, then to a bawl, then all out wailing. She turned around to find her step-mother standing by the doorway, her hand on her chest and no tears in her eyes.

"Step- mother..." she said, barely audible. The woman walked away quickly, shouting down the halls, "Summon a coroner!" The blue eyed young girl merely buried her face into her father's shirt again, a small whisper escaped her lips, "Don't worry daddy, Aarti won't forget you." Then she heard the distinct sound Armani dress shoes walking towards her.

"Well, looks like the old man finally bit the dust, huh Aarti?" he said with the most sadistic smile on his face, puffing a cigarette. He ran his hand through his greasy blond hair, his green eyes roamed her body. "Get out Sasha." He walked over to her crouched form, his 6'3 body towered over hers as he took another puff, " Oh, milaya moya(my sweet), don't worry. I'm here for you." She grasped her father tighter, a small growl escaping from her lips, "Touch me Sasha, and I'll break your arm like I did the last time." He grabbed her arms, and trapped her in a tight hug, "ya skhazshu po tebe s uma... (you drive me crazy)" he whispered huskily in  her ear. She ripped herself from his body, and slapped him square in the face, "You're sick! you're my brother for crying out loud!" He drew himself closer to her once more, "I'm your step brother, milaya, we are only related by marriage." He loving rubbed her jaw, then her lips. She slapped his hand away, then recovered to punch him hard in the stomach. He fell to the floor, groaning, accidentally burning himself with his own cigarette. 

She faced her father once more, lovingly stroking his cheek, then placed his sheets over his cold body. "Otdyh v mire, otets. (rest in peace, father)" She walked towards the door, her casual dress and her feminine penny loafers echoing when it touched the hardwood floors, "Sasha..." she said, the strength in her voice weakening, as he looked up from his shameful place on the floor, "Ostav'te menja v pokoe.(leave me alone)" She exited the chamber, and stood for a while, taking deep breaths. She closed her eyes for two seconds then suddenly felt hands, dragging her right to the left. In a split second she was in her chamber, having her hair done, a dress fitted as well as her make-up being applied.

She looked at her old nurse, who didn't look a day over 40, who simply nodded to her. "There is much to be done my dear, I am sorry you were unable to mourn your father." Aarti's eyes began to overflow with tears again, but she looked away from her nurse's eyes. "Just finish getting me ready, please, Yelena." The woman sighed, and continued, along with the other servants. They forced a black, pencil tight suit over her over-grown body, places a dragonfly pin over her right breast, added some last touches to her, light caramel skin, placed the sash and her tiara atop her head, and sent her downstairs with four of her usual body guards.

They led her to her limo, and placed her inside, squishing her between the four guards, as they made their way to the airport. "Where are we going, Yakov?" Her russian accent strong, "To Norway, then France, then Spain, then-" "And when do I get time to rest!?" She shouted. He sighed and lowered his eyes from her hot gaze, "I'm sorry princess, you cannot. As you know, with the event of the King's death, you are in line for the throne. You must address all of Europe, then to North America where all the countries will gather to introduce themselves to you, the new Queen of Russia. And invite them personally to your father's funeral and to your coronation." She rubbed her temples, "Fine."

She boarded her private jet, jumping from country to country.

And now here she was, her final stop on her small journey to the throne, in a presidential suite in the Four Seasons Hotel, in Manhattan, New York.

A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. As Yakov moved to see who was knocking, an explosion flew him across the room, out the window. She got up to see all the body guards unconscious and ran over to the hole in the window. She looked down and saw Yakov sprawled out on the curb, like a squeezed out toothpaste tube. She held her head in horror and screamed, "YAKOV! NO!!" Soon, hand trapped her, as a rag made its way to her nose. She collapsed in a heap, and her attacker threw her over his shoulder as if she were nothing but jelly.

"We're gonna have some fun...Princess."

The romantic sooky sooky story

so, i've had this romance, A-21 story in my head for a while now. It is very cliche, very gushy mushy mushy,lol very romantic so if u dont like that stuff, dont read it. But if u like good writing, then have at it. btw, its 3;30 so if its short, sorry!

so here it is(please dont copy and take credit for it);

She walked toward the hotel door, and before she could open it, a rough hand grabbed hers. "Here ma'am, let us go first, to scope it out." She sighed and stepped back, and allowed the suit clad man to open the door and enter the hotel room. She stood, hands by her side, as she waited for him to complete his search of the suite, looking at the remaining 3 men, who stood rigid as ice, they're dark sunglasses hiding their eyes. She adjusted her skirt, then her sash, and the crown that was perched atop her head.

"Princess, it's fine. You may enter now."

She sighed and stepped inside the large Presidential suite and gracefully sat on the soft futon in the middle of the large room. 'Another day, another country.' she thought as she sighed and looked at her hands in her lap.

The University of the West Indies, Mona

Now now, going to college, getting my bachelor's and master's, get rich, get married and have babies then get old are some of my goals in my life. So when I was planning to go to Georgia State University, and i was all excited, like "fuck yea!!! college, my life has finally begun!" Then my father and I got into an argument, and I realised, I will never ever get along with him, so I'll just stay in Jamaica. I applied for UWI (Carimac), and did my entrance test and TADA! I got in ^_^ So I picked up my package, gave in my financial docs and other things from about July 9th, and the lady at the front desk said "Expect an email with information." So I waited, checked my email 10 million times a day, didn't get 1. Called August 15th, was told that she had no idea what email I was talking about, that she was absolutely clueless and that if I had given in all documents I should go to Orientation on the 20th of August. So I'm confused.

I go there today to find out everything's alright and that orientation is MONDAY THE 23RD. wtf? what the hell is wrong with you people? Make up your damn mind, fuck!

so here's what i have to say to uwi, even though i'm attending, ur customer service are clueless boobs and yuh too drawbatty. so here's what i've got to say;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg7jA-H-jMo

IM LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS SEMESTER!!! ^_^

My first Blog post!

So from time to time, I'm posting these blog entries, so everyone gets a little preview inside my head. I'm a writer(well I'd like to be) and have always thought that blogs were a great way for people to express themselves, what do you think?

So for my first entry, I thought I'd introduce myself.

My name's Janique, or Jane as I like to be called, I'm 20 years old, and soon to be freshman @ the University of West Indies, pursuing a major in Digital Media Production. I'm some sort of weird mix of Indian and black, life right now? Totally jobless -_- broke as hell but I guess it could've been worse, I could be hungry and homeless, I've never appreciated 4 walls so much in my lifetime! I'm engaged, have been for about 3 years now, and believe me when I say, I'm in no rush, I'd love to establish myself properly before taking that step.

So here I am, writing this weird blog. I'll try to update as much as I can.

Is anyone out there reading this?