Welcome Stranger
Author:
PaulenaK ~: toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating:
PG
Disclaimer:
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Summary:
The powers of the imagination.
AN:
Odd numbered chapters will reflect ‘Her’ POV. Even numbered chapters will
reflect ‘His’. Chapter 7 concludes.
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Welcome
Stranger
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I see him now
and then. I don’t know who he is, where he’s from or where he’s going. He’s
just there sometimes causing my brows to furrow with the depth of emotion that
passes through me whenever he’s near. I can’t explain it, weird like this for
me only happens in the storylines I play. It doesn’t happen in real life, at
least not to me.
I remember the
first time I saw him. He stuck out like a sore thumb with his baggy jeans,
white singlet and red and white bandana worn over his unruly locks. He had
reminded me so much of Jeff that I found I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I
felt his eyes on me too, but that could be because I had an ink smudge on my
nose or toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my shoe - Hey, it does happen.
He doesn’t try
to be as oblivious to my staring as I am with his and in the end he wins as I
lower my eyes and blushingly slink to a part of the room where he’s not just to
get my head clear.
It’s like that
every time our paths cross. I don’t have to look up from what I’m doing to know
he’s there. I feel him, my senses are attuned to his presence and I like to kid
myself by thinking his are attune to mine.
He’s playing
tag with a little boy today, wether the boy be his
son or someone else’s I know not. This is another side to him that I see… a
playful side, a gentle side. I hear his laughter for the first time and can’t
help the smile that forms on my face at the sound. Light, zany and definitely
masculine. Just like Jeff’s. But I know it couldn’t be him though because he
left a long time ago to pursue other dreams and perform other miracles – All of
which didn’t include me.
I look up, the
smile still on my face and I boldly meet my strangers stare and it’s like we
are the only two people in this room full of strangers. And then he’s gone
again as his little playmate demands his attention. It’s funny, like I said in
the beginning I don’t know who he is, where he’s from or where he’s going. I
don’t know what it feels like to touch him, to hold his hand, his body, but
always, always when our eyes meet for those few seconds I feel like I have
known him my whole life and everything at that time is right in my world and
then he’s gone just like that. But the feeling he leaves me with, the smile and
the memories all stay with me and keep me in this state of weirdness because I
know that one day maybe not tomorrow, the next day or the next, but one day
soon our paths will cross again.
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End - Welcome
Stranger 1/7
Next – Welcome
Stranger 2/7
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Title: Welcome
Stranger 2/7
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Everything ‘NOT’ belongs to whomever
they belong to, which is not me.
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Welcome
Stranger 2/7
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There she is.
Like always across a crowded room or sitting alone at a table.
Even if I
couldn’t see her I’d still know she was there. It’s some kinda sixth sense that
calls out to me whenever she’s near and no matter how hard I try to ignore it,
how hard I try to focus on my task at hand, like clock work my eyes would look
up, my head turns and my neck cranes this way and then that as I wait for just
a glimpse of her, hoping all the time for that one look - longing for it.
And she never
fails to disappoint me. It’s like she’s been waiting for that one look just
like I have.
Today her head
is bent over an open book as well as bopping away to a tune only she can hear
in the little yellow ear phones she wears over both her ears. And most of the
time she’s either gazing dreamily out the window or scribbling furiously in a
little note book that she always carries.
I’d love to get
a hold of that note book, just to see what it is she writes there, her dreams
maybe, her thoughts… maybe even something about me – Wishful thinker that I am.
She’s writing
in it now. One of her legs is pulled up onto the chair she’s seated on and the
other is resting under the table, her chin is leaning on her raised knee while
her eyes are focused solely on her script… and then all of the sudden her hand
stills and her head lifts and she looks right at me.
What do I do?
Do I smile or pretend to be looking at a point over her shoulder? Or do I turn
away in ignorance? The latter sounds good so that’s what I opt for. Only thing
is her eyes haven’t moved from my form, in fact her gaze has turned curious –
Some might say even suspicious.
I can’t face
her again so soon so I flee and wait for another opportunity to return and when
I do she’s packing her stuff away as she gets ready to leave for the day. I
watch her as she lifts the strap of her bag over her shoulder and my eyes
follow her as she makes her way through the electronic doors and out into the
street.
Will I see her
tomorrow?
Part of me says
‘Yes’ the other part is telling me to run. Run as fast and as far away from her
as I can and not to look back. But that will never happen – I always look back.
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End – Welcome
Stranger 2/7
Next – Perfect
Stranger 3/7
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Title: Perfect
Stranger 3/7
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
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Perfect
Stranger
**
Dressed in blue
cotton pants that hang off his lean lanky hips, blue shirt with a darker shade
sweat shirt worn over the top and to complete his look a baby blue crocheted
beanie with a white trim to secure his unruly locks, his feet are encased by
flat sneakers and he's sitting on the floor with his legs crossed in a kinda
lazy position. One hand is holding a magazine open while the other is flung up
above his head – And all that from one look!
Does he see me?
Probably.
Am I
significant?
Doesn't look
like it.
Should I go?
Most
probably.
But when I look
again he's the one up on his feet and walking away from me and my eyes can’t
help by follow his retreat. A sigh escapes me as he disappears from my line of
sight.
Oh well, I
think to myself. Short but always sweet.
My pen meets
the page of my note book again and pretty soon I'm lost in what I'm writing,
but 'He' is never far from my thoughts.
He's perfect.
He's my perfect
stranger.
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End - Perfect
Stranger 3/7
Next – Perfect
Stranger 4/7
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Title: Perfect
Stranger 4/7
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
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Perfect
Stranger 4/7
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She's here.
A red and white
bandanna is holding her mass of long red hair back today – My favourite of all her looks.
She hasn't seen
me... or at least I think she hasn't, but wether she
has or not is of no importance – I have seen her and that’s all that matters.
My day is
complete – Hell! My week is complete!
It's been a few
weeks now since I last saw her and I wonder where she's been, what she's been
doing, has she been missing me... you know the usual things, I think to myself
with a grin.
Her head is
down fully focused on whatever it is she is reading and she's taking notes I
see, her fingers deftly moving her pen over the page and I get the intense
feeling that that is exactly what she wants me to see... as if its of some
significance.
I have
butterflies in my belly and am fighting the urge to get up and go back to the
other side of the room where I know she is sitting.
Maybe she's
waiting for me to come over you never know... it could happen... at least it
could if I were a movie star or one of those lucky enough to be born into that
elite section known as the rich and famous.
Okay, I'm
getting up now. I can’t help myself. My task is forgotten – Was forgotten the
moment I saw 'Her' here.
She's perfect.
She's my
perfect stranger.
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End - Perfect
Stranger 4/7
Next – Passing
Stranger 5/7
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Title: Passing
Stranger 5/7
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
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Passing
Stranger
**
Oh my god!
What was ‘He’
doing here?
Her hand
automatically went to her hair to smooth it back behind her ears as her
stranger slipped between the elevators doors just as they were sliding closed.
He had his back
to her now, but she didn’t mind. His back was just as cute as his front.
She felt gritty
and before she knew what she was doing she turned her head to the side, lifted
her arm and sniffed, a relieved sigh falling from her lips. She may feel all
sweaty and yucky, but at least she didn’t smell that way.
She had just
finished picking up some garments from the dry cleaners and because she
couldn’t find a car park close to the store which was just a rinky dink little store on ground level that was tucked in
between a Chinese take away and a second hand goods boutique, she had to
instead park up on the upper level car park at the shopping mall across the
street and then race down the stairs to ground level because for some god awful
reason everyone seemed to want to use the elevator at that time!
Now drama over,
she was on her way back up to her car with her dry cleaning hanging over one
arm, her bag over her shoulder and her car keys in her hand and she was alone
with ‘Him’ in an elevator!
Thankyou God!
She had to
force her eyes to stay focused on the numbers above the doors as they lit up
one by one.
That didn’t
last long.
She smiled and
allowed her eyes to take in there fill of his form after all. In all the
previous times she had seen him they had just been glimpses or shy stares when
he wasn’t watching, but here and now he was all but a few feet away from her
and they were all alone.
Her perusal
started from his sneaker clad feet and went up to rest on his waist where it
lingered.
Her fingers
started to itch.
His butt was so
very grab-able and so very, very within her reach.
She wouldn’t
even need to stretch her arm out very far for her hand to brush the blue denim
of his jeans, the faded blue of his shirt tail that hung half tucked into the
waistband of his jeans and half out… distracting her from the tasty morsal her eyes were feasting on.
The letter ‘U’
began to flicker letting the occupants of the elevator know that they were
reaching the upper levels and she sighed realising
that in a few seconds she’d be exiting the elevator.
And when with
her next breath the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. She squeezed her
hands into fists and moved forward and all too soon she heard the elevator
doors slide close behind her.
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End - Passing
Stranger 5/7
Next – Passing
Stranger 6/7
**
Title: Passing
Stranger 6/7
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
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Passing
Stranger 6/7
**
Should I?
He moved
closer.
What’s the big
deal anyway? People ride these things everyday he was just being a commuter
commuting from one floor to another.
Yep, that’s all
it was.
Happy with his
decision he quickened his pace and stepped into the elevator before he lost his
nerve.
It wasn’t until
the elevator was ascending that he remembered exactly what the big deal was.
‘She’ was
there.
He cringed and
his eyes closed.
What the hell
was he doing?
He shouldn’t be
here, he shouldn’t be anywhere near here but when he’d seen her cross the
street and enter the shopping mall he hadn’t been able to stop himself from
following her. From learning just that little bit more about her and the life
she led.
His eyes
slanted to the side as he felt more then heard her slight in take of breath.
It would be so
easy just to turn his head and smile at her, say hello and even introduce
himself, but if he did it wouldn’t be fair to a lot of people. People he cared
for because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop at just a simple introduction.
He had
responsibilities that he couldn’t just up and leave and yet he had found it
just as hard to not follow her into this elevator.
One by one the
numbers lit up and one by one he counted down the seconds until the elevator
would stop at her destination.
What then?
She’d leave and
soon after so would he and they’d go on with there merry lives as if this
little elevator ride had never happened.
Could he do
that?
After taking the
risk to follow her into this elevator could he just leave and never think about
it again? Never think about her again?
The elevator
stopped and the doors slid open.
He took a
breath, he felt the words forming on his tongue, saw his hand lift towards her
as she passed, but when the elevator doors slid closed again… he was alone.
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End – Passing
Stranger 6/7
Next – Forever
Strangers 7/7
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Title: Forever
Strangers 7/7
Author: PaulenaK
Email:
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Rating: PG
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Forever
Strangers
**
I see him.
He sees me.
A
busy intersection.
A ‘DON’T WALK’
sign at a pedestrian crossing and he on one side of the road and I on the
other.
Eyes locked.
Bodies stilled.
Traffic…
ignored.
Time… lasting.
My mouth opens
as does his and I can almost feel the moist tip of his tongue slip through the
opening.
Almost.
**
His senses are
on fire, so much so that he would bet his life on sparks shooting from his
finger tips right now if he were to raise them out to her, which was what he
wanted to do.
But he
couldn’t.
Something other
than moving traffic stood in the way.
And soon she
would see what that something was.
And all these
weeks of curious stares and wishful thinking will be no more.
His tongue
darted out to trace along his bottom lip and he marvelled
at the way his tiny action affected her.
Her
reaction in turn - Affecting him.
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Just breathe…
Inhale… exhale…
inhale… exhale…
Her brow
furrows.
A little boy
ran up beside him and she watched as the boy’s tiny little hand pushed its way
up into ‘His’. The same little boy she had seen him with all those weeks
before.
And then a
woman appeared.
Her
smile as bright as the boys and she too joined ‘Him’ at the crossing.
His gaze
catches and holds hers.
His eyes
shining with a silent apology and it’s strange because deep down inside she
always knew.
Just didn’t
want to believe.
A car horn
blares breaking the spell he’s woven around her and she released a breath she
hadn’t known she’d been holding.
She smiles.
The
first that has ever been directed solely at him.
For
him.
He responds in
kind, even lifts his hand in a sign of farewell.
Because that’s
what it was.
Crossing the
road is forgotten.
On
both parts.
She turns and
heads back the way she’d come not having to turn back to see his reaction,
already knowing that he’d be doing the same.
After weeks of
delving into the ‘what if’s…’ and the ‘what could be’s…’, in that one instant they had both come to realise that they would never be anything more then
strangers.
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End Series
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