Fiction+Story-+Bittersweet

Julia Yu -PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS PART 1 OF MY FICTION STORY. THE CONTINUATION/SECOND PART IS "THINGS LEFT UNSAID."

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Commonshareblog.com ---Blog one Something wicked and wild is going on I could sniff it in the air, plainly roaming around. I don’t why but I know deep down in my soul something is lurking around, telling me this is a year like no other and that something special is going to happen. I just know it will happen! The only thing I don’t know is who will be staring as the main characters and who will be under the spotlight, in this last wild year of our high school. We are all about to find out the beginning tomorrow. After tomorrow there will still be about 256 days till we find out what the end really holds. So be ready for our dangerous adventure! -Atlantamis5b

--- Blog 2 Okay, nothing special so far everybody’s fine. Ben and Asia together like always. Cecily and Ron together like always. Me? Like always SINGLE. Catch up with you guys later. - Atlantamis5b

--- Blog 3 Don’t worry Atlanta like you said “this year is like no other.” You probably wouldn’t stay single this year. Besides you got money, the look, the brain, the popularity, and the best friends anybody could ever get right? What more do you want? - CeCilymisr

--- Blog 4 Yeah. Exactly what Cecily said. --RonmisC

--- Blog 5 Yep. - BenmiskOa

--- Blog 6 Agreed. - Asiamisb

--- Blog 7 Whatever. Besides, the things you guys mentioned are available for you guys too, not like you guys don’t have these things! - Atlantamis5b

--- Blog 8 Oh yeah, whoever that has nothing to do or is available after school tomorrow meet me at Café Sahara. Cecily, I got your favorite Christian Louboutin shoes you wanted when you saw them on line at my house the other day. - Atlantamis5b

--- Blog 9 Great I’ll see you there. -CeCilymisr

--- Blog 10 I’ll be there. - BenmiskOa

--- Blog 11 Sorry I can’t. - Asiamisb

--- Blog 12 I can’t either. -- RonmisC

--- Blog 13 Great I’ll se you guys who are available. - Atlantamis5b

Atlanta pushed the heavy glass doors open from the entrance of the Sahara Café. She smelled the rich and dark coffee being brewed. She ordered the special, Sunset and tapped her kitten heels while waiting for Cecily. Cecily entered and Atlanta gave her a light hug and waved her white shopping bag at her. Atlanta took out the shoe box in it and showed it to Cecily. She put the shoes back in and handed it to Cecily. Cecily ordered and waited for Ben. Ben walked in and gave both of the girls a light kiss on the cheeks. The girls returned his kiss with a hug and waited for Ben to order his drink. Ben noticed the shopping bag on the slender arms of Cecily and exclaimed, “Shopping freaks.” Atlanta replied back, “Yep were shopping freaks!” Cecily giggled and told Ben, “So Asia also known as your girlfriend is a shopping freak too!”

Ben blushed and asked them what they wanted to do. Atlanta replied, “Umm, I know just follow me.” Atlanta pulled Cecily and Ben on the arms and dragged them across the café. Atlanta walked across Seventy Ninth Street and down a block to an enormous studio named, “First Time, Last Time.” The grand entrance looked like a hotel. Cecily looked at Atlanta with suspicion. Atlanta pulled her friends in and Ben noticed that there were suits and wedding gowns everywhere. Ben exclaimed, “We’re going to take wedding pictures?” Atlanta corrected him, “No, studio pictures” and giggled. Cecily looked at Ben’s face and his expression and pleaded, “Please, it will be so fun.” The girls ran around the studio and came back with a handful of colorful dresses. The girls handed Ben five sets of suits and got into the fitting room. Atlanta pulled off her favorite light wash Seven jeans and slipped into the cold crisp dress. The silk brushed passed her slender legs and the delicate sequins shimmered away. The smooth fabric glided on her body. Her strapless white wedding gown hugged her body perfectly. She opened the door and stepped out. Atlanta waited for Cecily to come out and when Cecily came out Atlanta complemented, “You look stunning.” Cecily herself was wrapped by a white strapless gown with lace, and as far as Atlanta could identify it is imported Italian lace. The girls gave each other quick hugs and saw Ben coming out of the fitting room. Atlanta ran over to Ben and said, “You look fab.”

Atlanta’s excitement fluttered out to the air. Atlanta and Cecily walked over to the sales person and asked fro a photo shoot. The sales person led them to a room and pulled down a slide with a purple background and bubbles. When the photographer came with the camera Atlanta and Cecily each took one of Ben’s arms and tugged it and then they blew a kiss to him. Talk about posing and pictures. They took pictures with backgrounds of inside mansions, Hawaii, Japan, England, parks, gardens, fountains, and night view of the city. Next thing you know Atlanta stepped out with a pale purple silk strapless mini dress and then a long silky black halter dress. The girls took pictures alone, with each other, and with Ben. Before they knew they finished taking pictures. Atlanta changed into her jeans and her pale pink tube top from J. Crew. She grabbed for her Armani handbag and fetched for her Coach wallet, still smiling. She pulled out her black credit card and handed it to the sales. She told her to print everything three times and to make 6 blowups for herself. Each of them would receive a copy of everything. She looked at one of the sales hanging up her white strapless gown and walked over to her. Atlanta asked the sales, “Would you mind if I buy that dress?” The sales nodded and picked up the dress to the countertop. She asked Atlanta, “Miss, this dress is 9,000 dollars do you still want it?” Atlanta replied, “Yes, I do.” The sales folded the dress neatly across the counter and placed it in a huge white box and gave it to her in a shopping bag. In return she handed her the credit card. Cecily came out and Atlanta gave her copies of the photos and when Ben came out she gave him his. The friends separated into their own ways and headed for their home. This was so fun. Atlanta walked back home and her doorman, Alex opened the doors for her and told Atlanta “Atlanta, your mom told you to go to your room you get back.” Atlanta fetched her blackberry in her bag and saw the missed calls from her mom, and thanked Alex. She slipped back to her penthouse and tiptoed across the bright halls to her room. She flopped onto her king size bed and took a light nap. When she arose she got a shower and ran down the curved stairs to tell Audrey, the family’s maid to ask the private chief for a tiramisu and a fresh glass of orange juice. She went back to her room and logged onto her blog page.

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--- Blog 14 We had such a blast, too bad Asia and Ron didn’t come. See ya guys tomorrow. - Atlantamis5b

--- Blog 15 Yep, we had so much fun, we took studio pics. - CeCilymisr

--- Blog 16 Whatever. - BenmiskOa Atlanta heard her mom’s footsteps and she opened her door to greet her mom. Her mom, Francis told her they were having some kind of party at their place and that she invited Cecily, Asia, Ron, and Ben and their family over as well as her father and her mother’s friends. Oh great now I have to entertain all these “friends.” Francis told her to dress “accordingly.” What is “accordingly?” Atlanta nodded and opened her 32 feet long walk in closet. Her clothes were ordered in colors and styles. Atlanta sighed and skimmed through her hangers. She grabbed a simple pale green halter top from Armani Exchange, a cardigan from J.Crew, and a pair of light wash jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch. Then she slipped on a pair of soft logo flats from Coach. She walked over to her vanity desk and took out her signature heart charm bracelet and necklace from Tiffany and Co. the cold jewelry brushed passed her hair as she adjusted them on. She walked over to her bathroom and applied 2 layers of Mark lip-gloss on her thin soft lips. She brushed her long brown hair with curls at the tips. She looked into the mirror and her brown almond eyes shimmered away. Atlanta walked out of the room and down the curved stairs to greet her friends. She saw Cecily and her mother talking to Francis. She glided over to them. She kissed Cecily and her mother on their cheeks. Atlanta then pulled Cecily away from their parents. Cecily and Atlanta talked and sipped some Lychee Martinis. Atlanta glanced over the room and noticed Asia’s eyes were on her. Atlanta gave a smile and Asia returned a fake looking smile. Why would she do that? Atlanta wondered why Asia would smile to her like that, but she didn’t let that bother her. She returned talking to Cecily until Ron came over with Ben. Ron hugged and kissed Cecily and then pulled her away. Ben gave her a long hard stare and told her she looked great tonight. Atlanta’s mind was just wandering some where else until Ben tapped her gently. Atlanta told Ben to excuse her and walked away. She thought she saw her brother, but her brother was in college. How could he be back? Atlanta ran after her “brother” and tapped a guy who she though was her brother. The guy was wearing a striped polo and neatly pressed knee length shorts. He turned around and gave her a huge hug and a kiss. Atlanta exclaimed, “Chace, you came back.” Chace replied, “Yep, cause I missed you so much.” Atlanta pushed him gently and said, “Yeah right.” Before Atlanta knew the party was over and she pulled Chace to her room to talk. They talked for a while and her brother left fro his own room across the hall. Everything seemed so peaceful and good fro me. She slipped into her pajamas and soon drifted off to sleep. Atlanta fluttered he eyes open and thought about Asia. What did I ever do wrong to her? Why would she do that? Her stomach rumbled before she could think any more. She jumped out of bed and got dressed. She ran down the stairs to the dinning room. She helped herself to some pancakes and fruits. She noticed her mom sitting in her seat in silence with the newspaper. Atlanta interrupted, “Mom, where’s Chace?” Francis replied, “Oh, he left with some girl this morning.” Atlanta looked at her mom with suspension. Looks like Chace made him self some friends, as always. He was liked by almost everybody who knew him. Atlanta got to school and waited for Cecily. They had ELA, Biology, Math, Foreign Language, and then lunch. The bell rang and school was over. Atlanta picked up her lime tote from J. Crew and headed out. She called Chace and asked, “Hey, are you busy? I want to hang out.” Chace told her no problem. 5 minutes latter his yellow Ferrari appeared. Atlanta and Chace headed for a new restaurant called, “New Leaf.” Atlanta was seated while Chace parked his car. She sat reading the menu until someone covered her eyes. Atlanta flinched and said, “Cecily.” Cecily removed her hands and sat down next to Atlanta. Cecily commented, “I though you were going to hang out with your brother.” Atlanta replied, “I am, just that Chace is parking his car.” Atlanta felt her Black-berry vibrating and reached for it. It was Chace. Apparently some girl asked him to dine with her so he told Atlanta to eat alone and that he was sorry. Atlanta sighed and told Cecily. Cecily comforted, “I’ll eat with you then maybe we could go somewhere later.” Behind Atlanta the doors were flung open and Ben came in. he spotted the girls and walked over to them. Ben exclaimed, “Oh gosh, everywhere I go I seem to see you guys.” Ben laughed and sat down. He grabbed a menu and ordered a plate of spaghetti wit minced meat sauce. The trio ate and left. Cecily exclaimed, “Oh yeah I nearly forgot, Atlanta, a sales person from Prada called me to tell us that a new pair of Pumps and flats was delivered today and asked if we wanted to go see it. Atlanta nodded with excitement and the three headed to the closest Prada store.

The girls walked over to the sales and asked for the two pairs of shoes. The girls each bought a pair of black pumps and brown flats. Ben walked over and asked Cecily and Atlanta, “Umm I don’t know why Asia’s mad, but I want to get something to cheer her up so should I get shoes or go to Tiffany and co?” Cecily pushed his head gently and he replied, “Of course, Tiffany and co.” The ladies walked across the street and down a block to a Tiffany store. They were greeted politely and were seated to pick out some jewelry. Atlanta’s slender fingertips were placed upon a pair of long and simple earrings. It was formatted like a straight line and at the end the tips had a little wide curve. It was made out of silver and platinum. Cecily noticed Atlanta’s gaze and told the sales “Would you please wrap this pair of earrings for us.” Atlanta stopped Cecily and said, “No, don’t wrap it yet hold on.” Atlanta walked over to a glass cabinet displaying champagne flutes, and said, “Would you please put this pair of earring into the deepest champagne flute and then wrap it?” Cecily giggled and replied, “So precise.” Ben laughed and kissed Atlanta gently on her cheeks and said thanks. Atlanta felt a gust of wind going through her body. Her Black-berry vibrated in her pocket and she answered. It was her brother and Atlanta told her friends she had to go. It was weird how some sort of unknown feeling rushed through Atlanta when Ben kissed her. They always kissed each other. All her friends did. Atlanta strolled down the blocks thinking why she felt the way she did. What was that feeling? Oh my god, could I be going crazy? I just can’t like Ben. Ben belongs to Asia and Asia belongs to Ben. How can I even think of liking Ben? Atlanta continued walking down and before she knew she crashed into this lady. Atlanta apologized as the lady got up from the floor. She too got up until she realized she sprained her ankle. Pain rushed through her body and feet. Hot tears started bursting out. My ankle, my friends, my life, my heart. What is wrong with me? Atlanta sat on the floor while hot tears streamed down her smooth face. Someone’s hands touched her shoulders. Atlanta turned around and saw Ben. Ben bent down to pick her up and carried her. Silence flooded while they were walking. Atlanta closed her eyes and soon slept. Ben walked over to a pharmacy to buy some Aspirin and got some food for her. He walked over to her apartment and carried her up to her penthouse. His fingers ran across the white doorbell on the side of the door. Her maid, Audrey opened the door. He brought Atlanta to her room. He placed her down lightly on her bed and pulled the covers over her body. Ben dropped off the medicine and food on her desk. He walked out closing the doors behind him. Ben walked out of her apartment and walked back to his own penthouse. What did I think I was doing? I can’t like Atlanta. I’m dating Asia. Asia would flip and go crazy if she found out. What’s wrong with me? He sighed and closed his door to his room. Atlanta’s eyelid fluttered opened slowly. She found herself in her room. Her eyes darted over her wood colored desk and reached for the plastic bags on the desk. She took out the Aspirin, a slice of fruit cake, and a tiramisu. Atlanta’s voice echoed through the empty halls calling Audrey. She asked, “If I’m not going crazy it is Ben who brought me home right?”

Audrey smiled and said, “Yes, of course.” Atlanta smiled sweetly and devoured her food quietly. Ben is so well planned. She logged on to her blog.

Commonshareblog.com --- Blog 17 Everything can be so sweet and yet so depressing. I twisted my ankle! Ow! Umm, I’m looking forward to flowers (roses) and fruit baskets…..Lol- Atlantamis5b --- Blog You bitch! -- Atlantamis5b

Atlanta shook her head and rubbed her eyes in disbelief and wonder. What did I do wrong to her? Atlanta thought back, oh maybe she saw Ben caring me back to my apartment or her friends saw it and told her. She reached for her Black-berry and called Asia. Asia’s voice bellowed out to the phone and exclaimed, “What do you want from me? First my boyfriend and then my life?” Atlanta said quietly, “I’m sorry; Ben just carried me back to my apartment because I twisted my ankle. Atlanta reassured Asia, “He loves you and only you!” Asia answered coolly, “Meet me at the entrance of your penthouse.” She hung up after that without a goody bye. Atlanta walked down and saw Asia. Asia shoot a glare at Atlanta and exclaimed, “You better let go of Ben, cause if you don’t I’ll break up with him.” She pushed Atlanta away as she left. Atlanta’s sprained ankle caused her to trip and fall from Asia’s push. Atlanta got up and walked with pain to Starbucks and sat down. She ordered a bittersweet Hazelnut coffee and sipped her drink quietly. What am I going to do? What should I do? What can I do? Did she tell Ben about the breakup yet? What did I do to them? A tear trickled down her face. She definitely wanted them to stay together and she didn’t want to be the third person in their relationship! Atlanta placed her hands over her forehead. Her head was in pain with confusion. I don’t know what to do. What should I do? I hope they will stay together! Atlanta laid her head down and closed he eyes. A loud stomp woke her up. Asia looked at Atlanta and screamed, “I just saw Ben and all he did was talk about you since your ankle is “twisted.” Why won’t you let us go?” Before Atlanta could speak Asia’s cold hand and fingers slapped her across her face! Before Atlanta knew coffee was dripping off her face and her body too! Asia stomped off and Atlanta ran off. Atlanta ran straight to her apartment and into her room. She ran water head to toe on herself. She dried herself and reached for her blackberry. She called her mom and said, “I need a plane ticket to France, please mom I need to go, but it has to be for tonight. “ Fancies exclaimed, “Why honey?” Atlanta held back her tears and choked, “Please mom just let me go!” Francis muttered, “Fine, pack your things.”

Atlanta’s fingers glided over the hangers as she took off some clothes from it and folded them neatly into her suitcase. Her eyes meet across the white strapless wedding gown. She slid her endless fingers slowly across the sequins. She folded it and packed it into her suitcase. She packed up everything and sat down on her bed. I can’t help myself. If I don’t leave I will fall for Ben and eventually kill their relationship! I just can’t ruin their relationship, but I’m unstoppable. I can’t control my heart! I must leave so I forget about Ben in order for their relationship to work. Atlanta reached for her studio pictures on her desk taken with Cecily and Ben. She packed them into a big envelope and quickly slipped on a black blouse from Barneys, jeans from American Eagle and a pair of soft white flats from J.Crew. She walked down to her doorman and said, “Can you give this to Ben?” Alex replied, “Of course, when?” Atlanta answered, “Tomorrow.” Atlanta walked back to penthouse and noticed the Burberry watch on her hand read 7:00. She grabbed her suitcase and her fingers touched the hand rails as she walked down the curved stairs one last time. Audrey handed her the plane tickets and told Atlanta, “Francis told me to give this to you,” Atlanta called a cab and got on. When she arrived at the airport Atlanta dug into her jean pocket and reached for her Black-berry. She typed the following words, “I love you guys all, take care of each other and remember to never ever forget me, Atlanta.” She sent the message to Ben, Cecily, Ron, and Asia. She shut her Black-berry off and threw it into a near bye garbage can. A tear trickled down her flawless face. She grabbed the handle of her Louis Vuitton suitcase and rolled it slowly across the marble floored airport.