#verse 3b

I’ve seen this place before When you were standing by my side I’ve seen your face before tonight Maybe I just see what I want it to be I know it’s a mystery

7: Firm kiss

She had no idea why she did it; she couldn't even remember what he had said or done that made her act like this. Probably it was something like when he told her that she was dismissed. She felt anger, or rather just annoyance rising inside her and she stepped to him, cupped his face into her hands and before he could say or do anything, she pressed her lips against his. The kiss was long and passionate and she kept a hand on his cheek, while the other one had slid onto the back of his head with her fingers buried into his hair.

⊙﹏⊙: Which horror movie scared you the most? If any?

IC: The Ring. Since then I don’t watch horrors.

OOC: I don’t like watching them since sometimes telling me the plot is scary enough.

Д: Strangest food you’ve eaten?

IC: That spaghetti with my brother made once. We still have no idea what it was made of.

OOC: Sushi.

۞: What shows did you watch when you were a child?

IC: All the Disney cartoons such as Aladdin or Duck Tales, The Road To Avonlea

When Gwen saw Arthur Kirkland entering that small bar, she almost dropped the microphone. It was somehow odd, even absurd that he was in a place like this. It wasn’t matching the person she thought he was. He seemed to be an alien here in this bar, just a few streets away from Gwen’s flat.

She was standing on the small stage, with her eyes no longer on the TV’s screen where the lyrics were shown. She wasn’t used to sing in public; she had only done it a few times before that and always because Lynn begged her to do so. She stepped on stage with a clenched stomach and with her heart pounding in her throat. She started to feel comfortable, when he came in, snapping her out of this mood. She took a stronger hold on the mic, focusing on the song again; however, her eyes always wandered back to Kirkland, wondering what he was doing there. Luckily, she knew the lyrics by heart.

I know once something's been spoken aloud it can't be taken back But don't be too proud, too proud to risk that Between the tension the major and the minor chords There's a magic we're waiting for, we're waiting for Oh, it's like playing the piano I don't care if there's a few wrong notes You don't have to be a Mozart, if you just play it from the heart

She found herself singing for him, not knowing whether it was intentional or not. It just… happened.  She couldn’t explain why. And when the song ended, she realised what she had done and it made her want to run away from here; from her friends, from him. She needed a few minutes - hours, maybe - to find a reason. Yet she was sitting with her friends, knowing that they were talking about something, but she couldn’t listen."I will be back in a minute," she heard herself and she got up from their table. She was tempted to leave the bar immediately, but she knew he saw her. And she decided not to be rude, even though he had been to her sometimes.

Since no-one had come to the shop this day so far, Gwen went to the back room to help Mabel out, who currently was repainting a doll's face, but there were plenty of work to do besides that. Not to mention, she didn't want to be alone, she preferred company, so she took a pair of trousers that needed to be cut and began to work on it. However, she couldn't get far with it, since the bell above the door rang, which meant that a customer had arrived. Gwen put down the trousers and walked into the front room with quick steps. "I'm sorry," she apologised for not being present at the cashier's desk. Her new customer was a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hello," she greeted her, smiling. "What can I help you with?"

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not findReaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions