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Count It

“Count it, again.”

“I did that ten times.”

It was rather a good day in California. The weather was just nice and warm, there was no traffic sound whatsoever and a bunch of people just got the money they needed for travelling after a year of working.

“Are you fucking sure?”

“We finally made it.”

“Guys,” Jean Fisher smiled as she took a seat around the round wooden table. “Let’s not panic, okay? We did make it, but we have to think thoroughly. What are we going to do with our jobs? I mean, come on, there is still life after this, you know.”

“Jean,” said the blonde haired girl, sitting across the brunette. “You are right, but stop.”

“But, Kimberly-“

“No buts, this is just for summer, anyway,” Kimberly Watson added. “We have a whole life ahead of us and the jobs were temporary, you know that.”

“I know,” the brunette protested. “I just… It doesn’t make sense to spend it all on vacation all of a sudden, that’s all.”

“Fuck, I knew one of you would bring this up,” Brandon Williams groaned, shaking his head disapprovingly. “We made a fucking deal and we made it clear that the money is going to be spent on travelling, Jean, don’t be a party pooper.”

“Okay, okay,” a black haired girl cut in, her hand resting on Jean’s shoulder for support. “It is normal for her to have second thoughts, this is a great amount of money, you guys. But we can’t back off now, this is a great opportunity.”

“Ava is right,” a tall, blonde guy added as he ripped off the name tag that said ‘Rick’, which he was wearing for his job. “We are going, end of the discussion.”

Ava Parker smiled and opened the cover of the small, blue notebook next to the money. It looked like a basic notebook, with ‘Places’ written on it and a small, simple heart drawing. She looked at the first page and read it out loud for her friends. “Travel, not for the eye, but for the soul.”

“And for the girls,” Brandon muttered with a smirk.

“And to see La Liga for real,” added Rick Barton and gave his friend a high five.

“And to find myself a handsome Eduardo.”

“Amen, Kimberly, amen,” Jean laughed out loud. “I can use a Felipé, too.”

“Or a Chavez.”

“And a Diego.”

Ava rolled her eyes, though a small smirk was playing on her lips. “Okay, can I have a Léon? Or a Javier?”

“Oh, anything you want.”

“And they say men are perverts,” Rick narrowed his blue eyes. “All we can think about is whether we can get a fucking photograph with Lionel Messi and they are thinking of banging a Hispanic dude.”

“Okay,” the black haired woman held the notebook in the air. “Who wants to know our first destination?”

“God, please let it be Ukraine.”

“Damn it, Brandon, let it be fucking Spain,” Rick cut off. “I want to see some Eva Mendez.”

“Who’s talking now?” Kimberly shook her head, fingers crossed behind her back.

“It will be Arabia and all you’ll be seeing will be Fatima’s,” Jean stuck out her tongue at her friend.

“God, please don’t let it be Arabia, yet.”

Ava read the second page of the blue notebook, where they had written down their destinations one by one when they first thought of the idea. Decorated with images found on Google and some cheap glitters, she read it out loud with excitement. “Guys, we are going to France.”

They all exclaimed happily and felt the sudden feeling of relief rushing down their bodies. It wasn’t Arabia now, but it was Arabia someday. They wondered why they even put that in the notebook in the first place, but it could be arranged anyway. They could always go to Egypt, instead.

They spent the next hour calling their friend, Stacey, from the travel agency to get them the most affordable plane tickets and hotel bookings. They had the money, but that didn’t necessarily mean they could spend it for anything they wanted. They had a whole summer in front of them and they had to make a plan to use it in the most useful way.

That very night, they called their bosses from the temporary jobs to quit. It didn’t go smoothly, but they did not expect anything different, anyway. They signed up knowing what would happen in the end and they signed up exactly for it.

Ava zipped up her luggage and stared at it dreamily, it was a big, red one with her name tag placed on it. She knew it was all she had dreamed since she was a little child and finally witnessing that she was achieving it on her early 20’s made her a winner.

She fixed her black leggings and stretched her legs as she stared in the mirror. She wasn’t exactly tall, she could even be called petite with her nearly average height. Her black, wavy hair was reaching down to her back and matching her dark brown eyes.

Another feminine figure caught her attention in the mirror and she smiled at her friend’s reflection. Jean was sleeping in the bed next to hers, curling her knees up to her chest and a happy smile on her lips. Her straight brown hair was pulled into a ponytail tightly as she made a stirring sound.

With one final glance at the mirror, she left her bedroom that she was sharing with Jean and went downstairs –only to find no one in the first floor. It was two in the morning and she didn’t feel tired at all from all the excitement.

She took a seat in the kitchen counter and made herself a filter coffee with milk. It was a great chance that they found plane tickets the very next morning. For the first time in their lives, the chance was on their side.

“Thought you were sleeping.”

She shrieked lightly, her frown was replaced with a genuine smile afterwards. Brandon was always a late sleeper, she was even curious at times that he didn’t sleep at all. She, on the other hand, loved sleeping. “I don’t sleep early, thought you knew that.”

“Yeah, I know,” he began, attempting to make himself a coffee. “But with all the travel plans and shit, I thought you would be the first one sleeping with a smile on her face.”

She chuckled and took a sip from her coffee. “I had been dreaming of this for so long, it doesn’t seem real to me now.”

Brandon opened the drawer and grabbed some M&M’s, offering her some as he spoke. “As if it’s not going to happen? Been there, but we actually have tickets, so have some rest,” he added as his phone rang a couple of times and he silenced it in the exact moment he saw the caller ID. Letting out a loud sigh, he shrugged his shoulders at Ava, who had been giving him a suspicious eye.

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, pulling her black hair into a ponytail. “Oh, you are such a mess, you know that? She is sad, you two broke up last week. What do you expect her to do, anyway?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Well, we might have been broken up a few hours ago.”

“Are you kidding me?” She shook her head, her jaw dropping. “You, asshole.”

“What? She showed up at my workplace a few days ago,” he said, hands in the air in defense. “Also, do you have any idea how good she is in bed? And I didn’t even mention that she gives great head.”

“Oh, my god,” she exclaimed. “I don’t wanna hear it, pervert.”

“Ava, don’t act like you never tell me these stories.”

“Yeah, but I don’t talk about giving heads.”

“You should.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled and brushed off his black hair back with his fingers, it was shoulder length. The dark shade of his hair exposed his green eyes, which she thought it was the only feature in his face that actually repressed his personality. Besides that, he looked like a regular type of criminal.

He was very much like her other friends; young, energetic and dying to learn new things. However, despite his cold and distant look, thanks to his lean body shape and blank stare, he was secretly a caring person.

She watched as he lifted a cigarette and let it rest on his bottom lip while he searched for a lighter in his pocket. She knew that he was a smoker, they had been very close friends for a few years, but he was a serious smoker now and she was tired to tell him to quit whenever he lit a cigarette.

“You’re staring.”

“Because you are getting deeper into that shit, everyday.”

“I know.”

He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. It was the burning feeling in his throat that made it harder for him to quit smoking, he liked that feeling. It was just that burn at the moment and he liked not thinking about anything else.

Brandon pulled up the zip on his black hoodie and tilted his head towards the garden, offering to go outside since it was house rules not to smoke indoors. “Take your coffee, let’s sit outside.”

“Sure, I want to hear about all the useless stuff you packet in your suitcase.”

As both headed to the garden, Jean woke up upstairs with a mumbling by her side. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. Come on, everyone knew she loved a good sleep, which involved minimum eight hours of sleeping.

“Jeanie, wake up.”

It took a moment for her to clear her vision before sitting up slowly. “Kim?”

Kimberly muttered positively and sat back in her friend’s back, nudging Jean by the leg. “Wake up”

“What’s up? Did something happen?”

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

Jean groaned and let her body fell back to the pillow, but woke up again by Kimberly’s instant nudging. She pulled her legs up to her belly and tried to ignore her until it became impossible for her to do so. “Well, what can I do to help, Kim?” she asked eventually, sounding helpful, yet, irritated.

“You can tell me that it will be the best decision of our lives,” the blonde muttered, playing with her long nails. “You can tell me that… we all will find ourselves in this trip, literally, of course.”

Jean sighed softly and sat up, resting her back on the wall. “It will be, Kim, you already know that.”

“But what if it’s a waste of time?” she blinked blankly. “I mean, I know that I spoke very sure of myself today, but I’ve been thinking since we bought the tickets… It’s just, what if everything goes bad? What if we run out of money or something? All of our families are here and-“

“Dear, god, Kimberly,” the brunette laughed lightly. “It will be fine and we will have so much fun. You helped me to think positively, come on. If anything goes bad, we turn back. If we run out of money, we just… work or find a plan there. Don’t be anxious, it’s very unlike you.”

“I know,” she smiled. “It will be my first time, did you know that?”

“What, first time going abroad?”

“Yeah, besides all the worry and everything, I’m literally dying to see Paris.”

Jean fixed the sleep band on her forehead and returned her smile with a giggle. “Don’t worry, you’ll find a hot Spanish guy and have him attend this trip with us for the rest of the travel, we will take great pictures and you will post them on Instagram.”

Kimberly exclaimed happily and lay on the bed, her medium length blonde hair resting messily around her. “Will you find a guy, yourself, too?”

“Yeah, why not? I will find a Pierré.”

“A French, huh?”

“Yes, with a mustache.”

“Nice,” the blonde smiled and sat up. “Where is Ava?”

“Probably drinking some tea,” Jean stretched her arms above her head and placed herself into the sheets again, poking her friend with her leg. “We’re all excited, but I need sleep, girl.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going to sleep, too,” Kimberly nodded, also stretching her body when she got on her feet. “Thanks for the talk, Jeanie.”

“Anytime, love.”

The brunette pulled down her sleep band as she heard her bedroom door closing. She wasn’t sure if everything she had said to Kimberly was right, but it was a vacation after all. A vacation that all of them had been working their butts off for. They could always work something out if something went bad or something.

An hour later, the house went silent as everyone was asleep peacefully. All of them dreamed of places that they have never been and people they have never seen, but it felt familiar whatsoever. And eventually, their alarms went off and they opened their eyes with excitement.

It was beginning.

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musicious · 8 years ago

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Strangers

Prologue

“When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.” -Oscar Wilde

Shit.

This was not how it all was supposed to go.

Hands clasped around his shiny prize tightly, he made a move to turn around as a variety of deafening sounds filled the sound insulated room. It was either his rapid heartbeat that made his ears pound or the gunshots that put dozens of holes in the dark walls.

‘Fuck,’ he thought as one of the bullets hit the doorway next to his head. Feeling the burn in his throat, he could have sworn that his lungs were going to explode right there and collapse on the floor –if, of course, had he not been a professional.

He ran until he found himself in the elevator zone and stepped in. He pressed a random button and sent a silent prayer to his goddamn luck as the elevator doors closed and he forced a charming smile at the small figures of the cops who had been shooting at him since the alarms went off,

His black suit was a complete mess, so was his thick, dark hair. He had loosened the clasp around his medium length hair and let it fall to his shoulders before he redone it, then he fixed his black tie with a swift movement. His scarred hands were throbbing badly as he placed the jewel into the inner pocket of his suit.

Stealing one of the most prestigious and well protected precious stones was not an excuse to look like a drug addict and he sure could not help that look by fixing a tie, but at least he could walk into the ballroom without getting the curious -and definitely unwanted- attention of the guests now.

The metal doors of the elevator opened and he found himself alone in the hallway that led to the ballroom. Seeing as the only sound that came from the hall was classical music, he noticed that the alarms were only for the security, so the guests would not panic over the theft. And much to his luck, the cops thought he would escape from the lobby –but their lack of vision did not do any more favor than to grant him a couple of extra minutes.

Walking into the enormous ballroom was not easy, either. His tall figure caught the attention of ladies right away –who definitely had not been aware of the code red situation in the rest of the building, thanks to him.

He fastened his steps towards the nearest window as he put a fake smile on his lips. “There it goes,” he muttered, his freedom from this chaos was so close and there were only a few people left on the way.

“Eric, how delightful to see you!”

He winced as the old man intercepted his freedom with open arms and a plastered smile on his thin lips. It could not be happening, there was no time for chatting about luxury cars and enterprises that make profit. It was only his fake persona, named Eric, that was interested in those topics, not him.

Eric had only been doing that for a few days to get an invitation to this nonsense ballroom that was hosting to most of the wealthy families who were invited to this crap because it was a brilliant opportunity to meet people who could work with them. Also, there was this charity thing that he bet no one cared about, but it was still the so called main aim of this ball.

“Mister Forest, pardon me but-”

“Have you met my daughter, Cassandra?” the old man refused to acknowledge his insistence on leaving and grabbed the arm of a feminine figure who was talking to someone else. Taken aback from his father’s sudden act, she raised her eyebrows and shot a puzzled look. Her father took a sip from his champagne and smiled at the two. “My dear, this gentleman here is Eric,” he said, matter of factly. “We met a couple of days ago. Thanks to him, I escaped by a hairbreadth from investing a load of money to the wrong enterprise. I am talking about millions of dollars, Cassandra, can you believe it?”

Still looking a little puzzled, the woman shrugged off her father’s grasp on her arm. “Another investor friend of my father, I see,” she muttered uninterestedly as she brushed off her long black hair off her face. “Nice to meet you.”

He forced a charming smile and kissed the top of her hand. “It is my pleasure,” he murmured rapidly and fought the urge to groan at the unnecessary chat he was having, eyes constantly darting towards the door that seemed safe for a second. “Forgive me for-“

In a sudden movement, the wooden doors of the ballroom wide opened and a dozen of cops ran in, their guns pointed at one specific target. The guests let out a shrill scream as the music band stopped playing their instruments instantly.

Cursing at his luck once more, he eventually could not hold back his groan and grabbed the gun from the inner pocket in his suit. And with a swift movement, he got a hold on the closest figure next to him, which happened to be the old man’s daughter. “Put your guns down,” he warned them calmly, as the top of his gun touched her temple. “The rest of you raise your arms and stay back.”

A couple of more shrieks came from people as they realized the fact that they were witnessing a gunman and a hostage case with the bonus additions of the cops. They backed away from the occurrence with their hands raised upwards.

The girl in his arms managed to get out a few words which he did not understand clearly, before he tightened his hold on neck. Her brown eyes were wide opened as her hands clutched to his tight grasp, trying hopelessly to break free from his hold. “Be still,” he apprised to her firmly, his hold on her tightening as an outcome for her struggle.

Her father, who had been watching everything in shock, dropped his glass of champagne and took a step away from them. “Eric, what are you doing?” he exclaimed in disbelief, eyes darting between the muscular figure and the cops –whose guns were still pointed at him.

“Silence, Mr. Forest. I tend to be very... bold when I am irritated,” Eric let out a loud and long sigh and addressed him to stay back. “Come on guys, we don’t have much time,” he chanted, slowly making his way to the window and dragging her with him.

The old man glared at the cops, obeying his words and backing away from the two, hands still in the air in surrender.

The cops looked puzzled as they waited for their head to give an order. The wiser looking one cursed and lowered his gun, the rest of them followed slowly, acknowledging the seriousness of the hostage situation.

Once their guns were dropped on the floor, they were told to back away from the hostage and they did what they were told.

“Come after us and I’ll shoot her,” he informed in a warning tone and gave them a nod of approval for their wise choice of dropping the guns. He dragged her to the window and shot a quick glance at the view –how wonderful that it was opening to the garden. He pulled the woman with him and made his way towards the outdoor.

Stepping out of the ballroom, he fastened his bold steps, forcing her to keep up with his pace. It was not hard to notice how difficult it was for her to walk with him, especially towards back, with no balance and in high heels.

After a moment of walking backwards, she felt his hand gripping onto her wrist and his warm breath on her ear. “You are my only safe card right now, so I’m not planning on leaving you just yet, not until I am one hundred percent safe from this,” he added. “Which means, you have to run or I’m going to have to make you.”

With that being said, he pulled her into a marathon. Once they were out of the hostage zone, he glanced up at the ballroom in which the cops grabbed their guns back and steadied themselves to run after them. ‘Fuck’, he thought as he ran harder than ever, he could feel her stumble a couple of times as she tried to keep up with him, but it did not matter to him at all, as long as they were free of police chasing.

Changing their way into a different direction, they found themselves in a branch road that god only knew where it led to. Seeing as they did not have any other choice, he made a run towards it, hand still gripped onto her wrist tightly.

He glanced at the road, the cops did not seem to come after them or it was just a game to trick them into the wrong direction, but he found himself lost in a frequented street. Jumping in front of the first car he saw, he pointed the gun at the driver, ordering him to get out. The poor guy panicked and did what he was told immediately, stumbling away from the whole occasion.

“Get in,” he addressed the girl, as she looked doubtful and tried to back away from the car. He sighed loudly and forced her into the car, they were wasting time and he loathed the idea. Taking the driver’s seat and locking the doors, he hit the gas pedal and felt the car move in harmony with his adrenaline.

He was still cautious in case of a following, even though the road seemed empty. After a couple of minutes on the road, he exhaled in relief at the sight of no cops. But now, he had other matters to take care of.

The girl.

His green eyes darted towards her, she also looked like a mess from all the dragging. The tail of her red dress was covered in mud, her make up was still on, but it was messy -just like her hair. Her hands were clasped together anxiously, she was playing with her fingers and he noticed the ring on her left finger. Engaged?

She shifted uncomfortably as she noticed the way he was staring and he was aware of her anxiousness. “Who are you?” she muttered in a whisper that he almost was not sure if she had actually said anything.

Silence. He did not feel like answering, the less she knew the better it was for her well being. Instead, he gave her a warning, his gaze on the road. “Do not touch anything.”

She frowned, obviously disliking this situation more than he did. But she did not insist any further, for she did not know anything about the man driving the car she was in. Panic began to rise in her once again, what would he do with her? Would he just kill her and dump her on the nearest garbage?

Her paranoid thoughts were cut off by his warning again, which was the fact that he would not hesitate to shoot her in case of an escape attempt and she nodded with a gulp in return.

It was always unprofessional to add one more person into the hunt and he frowned slightly at his rare rookieness. But it was too late to undo the mistake he had made, so he had to cover that.

His hand found the fabric of his suit, feeling the sharpness of the jewel which he would be delivering once he was certain that he was secure. And he had to deal with the hostage issue right away, since he could not take her to his customer, it would be way too risky for both of them.

Maybe he could leave her in a gas station away from the city and drift away. That would do just fine, she would go back to her family and they would be just glad that she was alive. He would scare her to death perfectly and she would not tell a word to a soul.

Yes, a plan which included dumping her at the gas station would be perfect.

Now that he got the problem of her presence under control, he had to think of another plan that would take them to nearest destination.

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