​CHAPTER 1
Imogen was walking to the laundromat to do her laundry. It was a regular thing to do on a day off in the town of Braylington, Merth City. Her idiotic cousin Nickru didn’t own a washing machine, and he was happy to wash his clothes by hand.


On the way in front of the laundromat she noticed a small man very short, clearing the street of rubbish. Imogen liked his presence. He spoke to her. “I’m clearing the pathway of this rubbish. People leave rubbish, and I have to clean it up. I have this spear to grab rubbish but when it comes to glass I find it difficult.”
Imogen sensed he had mystical energies, as if he was something out of this world. She headed towards the entrance of the laundromat and started loading her washing in the washing machine. She peaked out the door and still noticed the strange small man cleaning up rubbish, with a spear and putting it in a large rubbish bag. Then she saw him clean up the class by waving his arms up and down in the air. The air was glittery and the glass magically disappeared.
‘Oh wow! Did I just imagine that?’ Imogen thought. No she did not. She knew she didn’t It was reality. But she was now living a fantastical reality.
Imogen finished loading her washing. She sat on one of the benches and began to listen to music on her ipod. and play solitaire. It would take thirty minutes for her load to finish and then another fifteen to dry.
Once done she headed outside. The little man was still out there.
“Hi” Imogen greeted.
“Hi!” he answered excitedly. “It’s all clean now. I’ll head home now.
“That’s great. Where do you live?”
The little man pointed in the direction towards the street. Just over there near that creek.”
She thought, Oh he really must be mystical. He probably lives in a tree house.
Well, I’m heading home too. I need to eat dinner.”
“Ooh can I join you?” he asked.
“She turned to him with a candid smirk. “Yeah sure, why not. Come to my house at dinner time six o clock. I’ll have dinner served for you. I’ll write my address down for you. See you then.”
Imogen handed the piece of paper to the midget man. He looked at her with his gleaming blue eyes and sharp teeth, thank you sweet. You will receive many gifts in the near future, I assure you. May be a pot of gold or two.”
“Imogen smiled delightfully. She loved guests, especially mystical magical ones. And she really needed a saviour right now to help her. Imogen looked down away for a moment. Imogen then turned around and strangely enough the little man had disappeared into thin air.


 
CHAPTER 2


There was a knock on the door. Imogen opened it.
“Hello young maiden.”
“Hello, little man! Thank you for showing up. What’s your name?”
“Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself before. My name is Anthony The Leprechaun. But you can call  me Anthony if you like.”
“So, you are a Leprechaun?” Imogen asked. The little man nodded his head affirming the answer. Imogen then thought to herself. So she was right. He is mystical and magical, and she wasn’t imagining what she saw earlier. The magical dust and disappearing glass, the sudden fading into thin air of the leprechaun. He was definitely a magical being.
“Come in.” she smiled.
“Do we have company?”
“The only person here is my cousin. But we can ignore him. He has a tendency of trying to read my mind though and get into my head.”
“Ah that kind. The evil type. I know those. Don’t worry, maiden. Tell me, if he bothers you during our dinner, I deal with him.
Imogen then had an excited feeling run through her. Her saviour was really her saviour.
“So, show me to the kitchen, young Maiden. I’m starving.”
“Yes, Anthony, right this way. By the way, my name is Imogen. You may call me that.”
Ok, Imogen.” Then he bowed down to Imogen kissed her hand and looked into her eyes with his sparkly blues and grinned at her with his sharp teeth. His ears were really pointing outwards. They were very sharp too. He was quite elfish. “I will call you, Princess Imogen, yes?”
Imogen felt so honoured and she smiled and nodded.
“Come this way Anthony.”
Anthony followed her, and they sat at the table. She served him a stir fry of beef and rice noodles.
“Oh, what do you call this dish? It smells wonderful.” said the leprechaun.
Really, its like he’s never eaten human food before.
“I normally just eat fruit, bread, and I love my roasts with potatoes. Except, I never make them.”
“Oh really? Who does? Your wife?” Imogen asked.
The leprechaun grinned at her. No I’m not married.” Then he ignored her question and walked off to the kitchen.
“I’ll make you some dessert right now.”
Imogen was getting excited. She loved his salesman energies. They gave her hope, faith and love inside of her. Everything she needed. A few moments later the leprechaun came back with a white cream sponge cake.
“How’d you do that?” she asked.
Magic my princess Imogen. I can even get you a pot of gold if you cross a bridge and come with me to leave this place. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Imogen smiled ecstatically. “Really?”
“Yes!”
At that moment Imogen’s cousin Nickru walked in the door.
“Oh who’s this?”
Imogen felt a bit afraid but her fear was going away with the leprechaun by her side.
“This is my guest, Anthony.”
“Oh hey.” said Nickru speaking in his fake confident unconfident way. “I’m a bit offended that you invited him.
“I can invite whoever I want to. I pay my part of the rent. And don’t be so rude. My guest is sitting right here.”
Nickru walked out to the garage. A few moments later he walked in with a large axe. He then struck poor Anthony the Leprechaun.
“There! Good.” He screamed with wild crazy eyes. And dragged Anthony to the garage.
Imogen was scared. Nicholas went straight back to his garage beginning to bang and make crazy noises drilling holes. He had chopped Anthony up with the axe and buried him in his back yard.


 
CHAPTER 3


The following day Nickru walked out to his backyard, the yard had grown into a magical enchanted garden full of leprechaun trees and one of them was Anthony.
Nickru was just staring at the sight in shock.
“You thought you could kill me, hey. But you cannot.” He said with his Irish accent. “I’m a leprechaun.” Then he disappeared and repaired as a leprechaun not as a tree anymore standing in front of Nicholas.
“I want you to leave my princess Imogen alone. Stop tormenting her. Stop reading her mind. Stop telling her what to do. Stop writing mean things about her.”
Then Nickru answered, “No. What are you going to do about it?”
“Torment you back. Enter your dreams and make you so scared you would want to run away from Braylington and never want to fall asleep.
Nick had a scared look on his face.
“Just leave my sweetheart alone. Deal?
“Ok. Deal.”
“Good.” The leprechaun said with a sly grin and gleaming eyes.
Nickru then went to hit the leprechaun but he magically faded and appeared behind Nickru.
“Oops, you missed me! Here I am!” Hahahaha"
“Aaaaah” Nickru screamed.
“I’m the leprechaun. You can’t kill me, or escape me.”
Nickru ran to the garage to hide. He grabbed a power tool and stood in the garage waiting for the leprechaun. There was tension and thrill within him. The leprechaun then suddenly appeared.
“I gave you a chance. Now stop stalking my princess.”  The leprechaun used his mind powers to persuade Nicholas to use the power tool on himself.
At the moment Nickru drilled the power tool into his skull and through his brain and he instantly died.


 
CHAPTER 4


Anthony the Leprachaun appeared in Imogen's room where she was hiding with her cat. She was resting on her bed hugging her cat. "Don't worry my sweet princess. the deed is done."
She quickly sat up. "What deed?"
"Nickru will never hurt you again. Now, how about we go n our way now and I give you a pot of gold that you deserve. And may be a ray of sunshine and a rainbow?"
"Yes, that would be lovely."
"Where would you like to go? I can take you anywhere."
Let's go to Aberfeldie.
"Ok, over the rainbow we go. Here's a pot of gold. He said handing her the gold.
"You can get anything you want with it. It's worth more than any mansion in Aberfeldie. You can buy a palace with it, even two."
"I think one mansion in Aberfeldie is enough. I would like to donate half of it to wildlife charity.
"Good for you."
"Where did you come from by the way Anthony?"
"I came from the creek across from your way. I lived there for quite a long time."
"Why me Anthony?"
"Because your special and you asked for help. You needed it. So I am your lucky leprechaun right here at the right time."
"I'd love for you to move in with me in my mansion. That way no one will ever hurt me again."
"Yes, and I can grant you as many gifts as you wish, as many pots of gold as you wish, as many rainbows and rays of sunshine."
Imogen was smiling. She felt blessed with her mansion and her free life with her baby cat by her side, nobody tormenting her ever again. Life was perfect.
"I want to change your name Imogen, you deserve a princesses name, not a maidens." he said
What do you want to change it too.
"Princess Esther. Better yet. Queen Esther. It suits you more.
"Ok. I like it."
"Now Queen Esther, kneel down for a moment. I anoint you with this olive oil on your forehead. You are now crowned a Queen.




THE END


written by Nina E Dalin @ Jeannie Aromea Entertainment All rights reserved © ​

But deep down Anja felt hurt and she was feeling awkward standing in front of a famous guy. She had a fake smile on the whole time. Then John decided to leave and look for his wife. Not far away an older couple were standing together. They looked peaceful.
"Mike said, I want to introduce you to Jane and Mark. They are John's parents. I see them as my surrogate family too."
"Well, whatever is your family is my family," blurted out Anja.
Mark said, Yes you are definitely apart of our family. We invite you to our church this Sunday. I'm the pastor of the North Coast Church."
"Wow, I'll definitely come along." said Anja.
"Can I photo with all you guys. I'd like to keep this memory."
"Yeah sure Anja. They took a group photo together and one on ones with Anja and Mike. It made Anja believe that theit relationship was already prospering.
​"Hey Mike, I'm going to Sea World tomorrow. Would you like to come along with me?" Asked Anja.
"I can't, actually. I have to prepare for that trip."
"Ok! No worries." Anja felt felt disapointed.
I'm going to watch the bands play, would you like to join me?"
No, I've seen them play a gazillion times. I'm not really into it. But, you stay and enjoy yourself. It was lovely meeting you." Anja felt disappointed again. She wanted more one on one with Mike.
"Will I see you again?" She asked him.
"Yeah, add me on my space. Here's my number too." he said. Anja smiled, ok I will. And lets keep in touch until then." 
Anja began to have thoughts that Mike and her would be distant penpals that would reunite and eventually be married. She imagined the perfect life as a wife and make up artist in San Diego. Her fantasies were then interrupted by a girl who sat next to her. She was very outgoing and bubbly and full of energy and enthusiasm.

She began speaking to Anja, "I'm Jordan, I'm here for The Switchlights. I'm their biggest fan. Seriously!!" She said hyperventilating and cheering even though they weren't on stage yet.
Then Anja spoke calmly. "Really? I just met the main singer just not long ago." 
Jordan continued getting excited, "Really??!! Just now. Wow!! I've met like a undred times. We're like friends now."
"Really?" said Anja very calmly just listening.
"Yeah! I even drew a picture of him and gave it to him."
"That's great" Anja responded thinking, I think she's more of a crazed fan than anything.
"So ho was that guy you were with earlier. He was hot!" asked Jordan.
"He's John's brother in law.
"No way!. You lucky girl. I wish I could have met him. I have met the Goreman parents though."
"Really? Lucky you."
The girl kept ratting on and bragging about her Switchlight experiences. She then admitted. "I'm in love with the lead singer, John. I've got posters all over my wall and my car even says The Switchlights on it. AND... look!" She then began to lift up her shirt and turned around to shoe Anja her sacrum. "I have a special tattoo representing The Switchlights. Do you like?"
Anja studied it. It was of a star and a stripe. Anja made a sarcastic face and thought, 'talk about psycho fan.' Anja smiled fakely, coughed, and said "Yeah it's nice." Then she watched as the girl began taking photos of the band as they entered the stage. Anja just clapped. And then took her camera out to take a few snaps. Jordan took a selfie photo with Anja. "Say cheese."
At that moment Anja received a text message from Mike. "Sorry I left so hastily, enjoy the rest of the night and have a safe trip. Love Mike"
'Aw he cares,' thought Anja.  She sent a message back quickly. "Thank you Mike, I'm having a great time. It was lovely meeting you. You're so kind and I hope to see you again soon. Keep in touch!"
It was getting quite late and the band finished their last song Dare You To Groove. Anja was really just hoping to meet her crush, the band's bass guitarist, Nathaniel. But, where was he? Then all of a sudden she saw a shadow of him and saw him walking with a smaller woman about his age putting his arm around her. She looked like she could be his wife. So Anja didn't dare approach. She decided to mingle with the other guests at the auction table. Then one of the band members approached her. He was tall, and skinny and had a friendly energy. "Hi! I'm Drew. I noticed you."
"Really?" said Anja.
"Yeah, you've been busy all day and night here. Thanks for your kind help. Without you the models wouldn't be made up. So where are you from. I notice a slight accent."
"Melbourne, Australia."
"Australia!"
 Then he yelled out to everybody, "Hey guys this is my friend Anja. She's come ALL the way from Australia!" Then he hugged Anja. This made Anja very cheery. She felt like she belonged. So she asked him the question she wanted to ask the band. "So Drew, I'm a make up artist, and I'm hoping you guys are looking for a personal make up artist. If you need me as your make up artist here's my card."
Drew took Anja's card. "Thanks Anja, what a lovely thought!" Then he licked his lips and looked up. "But we usually don't use make up artists, may be for rare occasions like photo shoots. But keep trying. See ya!" Then he walked off very quickly as if he had ADD.
Anja checked the time on her phone. It was getting late. She headed towards the mansion to rest inside. And she sat on the lounge chairs. No one was there. She wanted to call Rhonda. She was missing home, "Hi this is Rhonda, you've reached me when I'm away leave a message." 
"Hi Rhonda just thinking of you, I'm hoping everything is great at home in Aberfeldie. Keep me posted about you and Squeak." Then she hung up the phone, and was about to send a text message. At that moment somebody walked in the room. Anja turned to face them. It startled her. The room was dark but she saw who it was and it surprised her. It was John, the lead singer of The Switchlights. 
"Can I sit here?" He asked.
"Yeah." she said quietly. John sat beside her on the couch. There was pure silence between them. Anja felt peaceful though, she didn't know what to say to him. But there was something so fatherly about him and a presence that made her melancholy that made her blurt out, I broke up with my boyfriend before coming here." It was as if she had no choice but to be honest.
"Really, I'm sorry to hear that." he said showing his sympathy. Then he put his arm around Anja.
"How did you like our show?" He asked her.
Then she stared into his big doe blue eyes. They were amazing. And she couldn't look away. She thought. 'Is this a dream? What's he doing here?'
"I really liked your show."
"So you're a make up artist." He asked.
"Yeah, I am. I came to America to work on several shows. May be I can do your make up one day."
He laughed and smiled." You want to do MY make up? I don't wear make up."
Anja answered. "I apply make up on male actors and performers. I was only asking.
"Right. Well, give me your card and we'll call you if we need you for a make up job."
Anja gave John her business card and he slipped it in his pocket. John was staring into Anja's eyes deeply for a long time. It was like a fantasy. It was like staring into Jason's eyes. John still had his arm around her. Mike had rejected her date. Was John the one for her? His shirt smelt nice like clean laundry and he had a strong touch, very sexy. Anja wanted to kiss him. Then it happened. He moved towards her and kissed her lips. It was a soft sensual kiss. It lasted for eternity even though it was for several seconds. John's wife walked in the room. She stood and stared. The two looked at her and didn't say anything. Emily walked off hastily, and John chased after her. Anja was then left by herself in the mansion loungeroom. She thought, 'Oh my god what just happened?'

Anja looked at her phone to find a number for a cab to take her back to her hotel. At that moment, John's parent's walked in. "Hi Anja, are you ok? We heard what happened and can offer you a lift home."
Anja nodded. "I need to grab my things too. My make up case is still in one of the rooms of the mansion."
The Goremans retrieved Anja's belongings and drove her back to her hotel which was just by the surf beach.
"So Anja, will you be coming to the event tomorrow morning."
What event?"
"There's a surf competition by the beach. It's also run by the Switchlights. We're inviting you."
"Ok, I'll be there." She said.

CHAPTER 3

The following morning Anja at the buffet table in the hotel dining room. She was filling her plate with pancakes and pieces of fruit when she noticed a familiar face she saw at the party. It was Tom Currin, the surfer. She tried to make conversation with him, but he was pretty cool with her like every surfy on the planet. "Well, see you at the beach."
"See ya." she responded.
Anja finished her pancakes, with fruit and juice, breakfast fit for a queen. Then Anja headed down to the beach with her beach clothes on, walking down the ramp. Lo and behold who does she bump into, none other than Emily Goreman, the witch bitch herself. So Anja decides to ignore her, but Emily sees Anja and abruptly chases her. 
"Oh, it's you! Listen, stay away from my brother. He has a girlfriend. And steer clear from my husband. Goodbye!" She said finishing her statement with high pitched sarcasm.
Anja felt upset and like crying. She continued to walk off with tears in her eyes but felt partially angry.
San Diego turned out to be a trip full of drama and she couldn't wait for her last trip in New York City where she'll be celebrating her birthday.
"I hate San Diego." she said under her tongue. I'll never set foot here again. Mike Mason lied to me. That's why he rejected that date." Then Anja checked his myspace on her phone. He had photos of him embracing a girl with short hair. "Grrr, I'm going to sea world."
then Anja stood up and left the beach. As she was heading towards the ramp she bumped into the only person she was hoping to meet on the trip, none other than Nathaniel the bass guitarist. He was holding his surf board and he looked sexier than ever with his muscular body and tanned skin.
"Wow...she murmured under her breath. Nathaniel just smiled. Would you like a photo? he offered generously.
"Yes, of course!." she beginning to act like a fan girl. And it felt good. It made Anja smile so much. And Nathaniel and her hugged. He felt more like a brother than a crush now. Then she headed back to her hotel room in a cheery mood to prepare for her day to Sea World. Then pack and catch a flight to New York City the following morning.

CHAPTER 4

Anja arrived to New York City after a short connection flight from L.A. She landed and was picked up by a shuttle service. She was the first one to hop on board.  It was called Go Shuttles. The driver was a slim African American man with golden cat eyes. She'd never seen such a handsome man before. He had the most beautiful long eyelashes. Anja was waiting in the back seat and she watched as the handsome stud was calmly eating his lunch. 
"So, are you here on vacation?" he asked. Yes, and no. Mostly for work but I have a day to celebrate my birthday too."
He looked into her eyes with his exotic ones and grinned with his pearly whites. "Oh, well happy birthday."
"Thank you!"
You're welcome." Then he began packing her suitcase into the go shuttle bus.
"So, your accent sounds like you're from London, England. Where are you from?"
"Melbourne."
"Oh, nice, I have a cousin who lives there."
"Oh wow, really?"
"Yeah." More people approached the van and entered sitting in the back seat.
"Oh, wait." Anja says. "I need my drink bottle."
The friendly kind Go shuttle bus driver shows his care and patience and says, "No problems, I'll go grab it out for you. How about you sit in the front with me so we can chat some more." he says.
Anja was feeling the vibe between the two of them and she got excited and smiled, "Yeah I'd love that!"
"Great, so where else did you go?" he asked showing interest.
" I just came in from san Diego and before that L.A."
"How'd you like those places?" He asked showing much intrigue.
"I loved L.A, but I didn't have much fondness over San Diego."
"Aw, why's that?" he said. Then he put his jumper inbetween the Anja and him and Anja watched him as he drove. She looked as his every move and felt his energies. "I went to an event working there as a make up artist, and there was this woman there that hated me. Her husband liked me though. I think she was jealous."
Mr Go Shuttle started smiling, and speaking with his New Yorkan Queens or Harlem accent and passion , "She was jealous of YOU because you're a make up artist!. Hahaha. You're better than her. She does nothing." he said."
"Anja smiled feeling better about herself.
"Are you feeling cold? You can wear my jumper?" he asked. 
"Yeah thank you." Anja put his jumper on.

Mr Go Shuttle stopped at one of his stops, dropping off his first passengers at their location. Mr Go Shuttle ran across the road with the suitcases whilst the passengers were waiting at the stop light. And dropped them off and ran back and jumped in. It was as if wanted Anja to see his magical skills in dodging traffic. "See these tourists don't know how to do it, they're afraid of New Yorkan traffic, but I'm used to it." He said smiling with enthusiasm. He really loved his job. Anja began having a crush on him. He then drove off to their next destination. They drove across a bridge. "This is the Brooklyn Bridge where Angelina Jolie jumped off in the movie Salt, he said. Anja kept smiling in awe. She was feeling the excitement and the fantasies of such an amazing city and Mr Go Shuttle was creating it for her. 
"See that area over there, that's Queens New York, that's where I'm from."
"Oh wow." 
Then a song came on the radio, "New York concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothing we can't do..."
"Oh I love this song!" said Anja. I hear this all the time. I went to a Jay Z concert recently."
"Really, because he's from Harlem, where my cousin is originally from. My cousin's a music producer."
The excitement was filling in the car and Anja was bobbing up and down and lifting her arms up and dancing. Mr Go Shuttle was smiling and laughing. He was really cheering her up. "I like you." he said. "I hope we keep in touch." Then it was Anja's stop. She was in front her hotel. Anja didn't answer but she heard Rhonda's voice inside of her head. " Do it, accept his offer."
Mr Go Shuttle then said, "I hope to see you again." Then Anja smiled and answered, "I want that too. "Here's my card." He showed his pearly whites again, took her card and they stared into each eyes. "I don't know your name." she said.
"It's Jaye. Mr Go Shuttle exited the van and brought Anja's luggage to the hotel. "See ya later!" She said smiling.
"I'll call you", he said very happily. Have a wonderful work holiday."
 Anja checked into her hotel and slumped down on her hotel bed. The room was large and the bed was a queen sized bed. She felt very comfortable. She began to have fantasies about her and Mr go Shuttle, or now as she knew him, Jaye. "Once you go black you don't go back." she said aloud to herself then began to dance in her room sexy style then did a bend back walk over. "Wow, I haven't done one of those in like forever. Jaye must...like give me so much inspiration."

All this exercise made Anja hungry, she grabbed her bag and skipped downstairs to check out the restaurants in the streets. At the lobby, she grabbed a map and was about to head towards the exit. And who did she bump into? None other than the actor Wentworth Miller himself. It was who Anja was hoping to also meet, but in L.A. She just stared at him, smiled and said "Hi, I'm Anja."
"Hi Anja, pleased to meet you. I loved you on your show. I think you're a fantastic actor. She said gushing. I'm a practicing actor actor myself, well also a make up artist." she said. "I'm here for a photo shoot."
"Are you?" he said. Then he took out a photo of himself, wrote something on it and  gave it to Anja and said, "Thanks for watching, then walked off meeting a man. they stood side by side together very closely. Anja watched him walk out the front doors. She wanted to follow him but decided not to. 
Anja thought. "No, he's not gay. they're just friends. but oh my god...I just met Wentworth Miller! Pity I didn't have heart to heart with him, which I hoped I would. Oh well..." Then she read her note from him. It said, "You're so talented Anja. Keep shining, and smiling. Wentworth Miller. Anja smiled then skipped out the front door to find somewhere to eat. Anja found a Japanese sushi restaurant and sat inside. She watched as the table went round but decided for takeaway instead. Anja chose a crab sushi roll and a bottle of water, then headed back to her hotel to chill out on her bed.
On the walk back to her hotel she bumped into Jaye. He was in his Go Shuttle with a bunch of passengers and he looked hotter than ever. "Hey, Anja!"
"Oh hi Jaye! Nice seeing you again!"
"Same to you, Anja. Let's go out some time. I'll call you later so we can set a date."
Anja smiled and yelled out. "That'll be nice. Seeya! " Then waved and walked away with her lunch. "Oh Mr Go Shuttle." she said out aloud whilst walking through the crowd.
When Anja reached her hotel room she lay on her bed to eat her lunch and prepare for shoot for the following day. At that moment she received a text message. She thought it could be from Mr go Shuttle, but to her surprise it was from somebody unexpected. "How are you? -John".
 

The following morning she awoke, it was 5am and her alarm went off. It was the 4th of July and Anja headed into the shower and straight to central park where she would be making over 10 different models for an editorial shoot and 4th of July parade.
The day went so quickly. Anja was then interviewed at the end by Entertainment Tonight. "You did such an amazing job on the models, Anja, how do you feel?," asked the interviewer."
"Thank you. I feel great. And they look amazing. I love New York."
"We love you too Anja. We'd love to have you back here."
Thanks!" smiled and exclaimed Anja.
Then Anja took photos with the models and headed off back to her hotel to get ready for the firework celebrations. At that moment Mr Jaye Go Shuttle called her.
"Hey Anja, can I pick you up tonight to see the fireworks?"
"Yeah I'd love that."
"Happy birthday by the way." he said in his sexy New Yorkan accent.
"Thank you Jaye! I hope you got me something."
"As a matter of fact I did."
"What is it?"
"It's a surprise."
"I can't wait!" said Anja. Then Jaye laughed.

Anja dressed up with a dress she had borrowed from the shoot. It was a white cocktail dress with sparkles on it. Anja looked very elegant, sexy and glamorous in it. She did her own make up and applied big curls in her.  The she looked in the mirror and began to pose and pout. So Anja took her camera out and took photos of herself. Then she received a text. It was from Jaye. "I'm downstairs."
It was time to go to the fireworks. Jaye and Anja stood watching the fireworks in front of the water across from the bridge. It was a spectaculiar scene. "Happy birthday Anja." said Jaye handing her a small gift. It was a small box wrapped in a ribbon.
Anja opened it. She gasped. "My turtle ring, but how?! Where'd you find it?"
"It was in the car. You left it there." he said smiling.
Then she smiled and kissed him on the lips.
And he slipped it on her finger.
​
THE END 

​WRITTEN BY NINA E DALIN All rights reserved ​©

"I'm not a boy. I'm a girl!" she said smiling with a sarcastic smirk. "Oh my god. I can't believe you thought me as a boy."
"Oh I'm sorry, Aro. You're name confused me. I'm sorry." He said apologizing and then the awkward skinny teacher with a nerdy walked away embarrassed.
Aro turned to a girl next to her and said, "So, do I actually look like a boy, because if I do, then that really sucks."
"Yeah, I knew you were a girl. I think it's your voice and the way you speak and also your name as well as your appearance that made the teacher mistake you as a boy", she told her truthfully.
"Great. That makes me feel SO much better." She said rolling her eyes. "What's your name by the way?" she asked the girl.
"My name's Crystal." She said assertively. Crystal was a pretty girl with golden brown hair and hazel eyes. She had a lisp and spoke intellectually. She too was a smart person.
"So, Crystal, what do you normally do at lunchtimes?" Aromea asked her.
"We just sit...together. And eat, and talk. Or don't."
"Oh yeah. I'll hang out with you then." She told her.
"Those other girls wanted you to hang with them." She said.
"I thought they were with your group." She said.
"No, they do other stuff. They have boyfriends and they usually sit watching them play basketball or football."
"Oh, I see. Interesting..." The bell rang and everybody got up from their seats.
Mr McFly added, "Sit down! I didn't say you could go yet. Make sure your desks are neat before you go to lunch." He told the class assertively.
"Woah...talk about strict." Aromea quietly told Crystal.
"Sssh. He may have heard you." She warned Aro.
"I'm sooorry. I'm not afraid of him. He thought I was a boy for friggin' sake." She said rebelling.
"I think everybody did, or at least still does." She said.
"Oh great. So, your telling me that those girls think I'm a guy?" she asked Crystal.
"Yep. They always like to have the popular type guys in their group, so the leader of the group, Marissa, I reckon has the hots for you. I heard her whispering. 'I plan on asking Aro out.' 
"Ew, gross" Aromea Answered.
And, the guys, well they thought you were a boy too so they invited you to their group." She said smartly.
"How do you know all of this?" Aromea asked Crystal.
"I just do. It's in my nature to know. I'm sort of psychic. And...I'm a ghost. We should go out for lunch now. I'm hungry." She told Aromea.
Aromea was confused and rubbed eye. and sighed. A ghost? May be Crystal has mental problems. Or is playing make believe.
"Well, where's your group?" she asked Crystal.
"I dunno. They probably went outside to eat their lunch."
"Oh-kay." She said untrustingly. 
Her teacher called out. "Aro? Could I have a word with you?" Everybody left the classroom and Crystal quietly said, "Good luck. You're gonna need it."
"Thanks." She replied to her. Then Crystal left the classroom also.
Mr McFly approached Aromea. "Hi Aromea."
"Hi Mr McFly. What...would you like to see me about?"
"I just want to apologise about before. I'm truly sorry. I just want to let you know that...well I made an embarrassing mistake and if I caused you any sort of trauma, that I'm sorry."
"Aah...that's ok Mr McFly. Apology accepted." She told him.
"Good. I'm glad we cleared things up. So how are you going with your school work?" 
"Yeah fine. I finished it all." She told him untrustingly.
"Well, good girl. Keep it up. I'll let you go off and have lunch time. See you back in class when the siren sounds."
"Yeah, see you then Mr McFly." Then Aromea looking back. She mumbled to herself "Errgh I'm gonna avoid that guy for the rest of the rest of my stay. What a freak." 
Crystal was waiting for her outside. 
"Oh hey Crystal. Thanks for waiting."
"It's alright. This is my group. Reba and Jeanine. They were both sitting either side of Crystal. "Jeanine thought you were a boy too." Crystal told Aromea.
"Ssssh! Crystal." Jeanine bumped Crystal with her elbow. 
"Well, it's true. Oh I'm sorry. I was just teasing. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings." Crystal told Aromea.
"Um. Just don't mention the whole me looking like a boy thing anymore. Otherwise I'm fine."
So Aro, is that your full name?" asked Reba.
"Her name's Aromea." Crystal answered.
"Yeah. Thanks Crystal. It's supposed to be an Aromean name. It means ‘Entertaining and Awesome”.
"Wow...I didn't know that. Jeanine looked at her with a blank stare. "So, anyways, I think it's really cool how you play instruments and surf. That's SO cool." Jeanine told her in eyes of admiration. 

"Thanks." Aromea said smiling with her head held up high.
The girls ate their lunch. Aromea was sitting beside Jeanine. Jeanine was an exotic looking girl with dark brown long silky straight hair and shining blue eyes. Her skin was golden tanned.
"So, Jeanine," started Aromea," I think you're really pretty. What's your heritage? I notice a slight foreign accent."
"Jeanine stared at at her for a whole and raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Uh, thank you. Really? You picked that out? My mum and dad are from the south of France. My last name is Chabert. And my first name is French also. You know...you'd be a pretty good looking boy, or a handsome girl. I love your husky voice.”
"Jeanine!" answered Crystal. "That's a horrible thing to say. She's a girl, ok. Let's leave it at that."
"Sorr-ee." Said Jeanine rolling her eyes.
"So Jeanine, are you lesbian or something? Cos it almost seems like you wanted me to be a boy." Said Tim.
"Well, yeah. At first, but when I found out that you're a girl, I changed my mind. Still, you're good looking." Jeanine said truthfully.
"Well, that's good to know." Smiled Aromea. 
The bell rang and the girls finished their lunches to line up outside the door.
"That break was too short." Said Aromea.
"Yeah, it was only recess. We have lunch in a couple hours and it goes for 30 minutes." Said Crystal.
"Oh ok. I'm still getting used to how school works here. I really don't feel like school work right now. I'm friggin tired. I went out for a surf this morning and I just don't have the capacity right now to do school work." Complained Aromea.
"Well, poor you." Said Reba being sarcastic. Reba was a giant girl, quite plain and ugly. Her hair was shaggy and she smelt dirty. She seemed quite rude and would always complain to the teacher and fight with the other students.
"Shut up." Said Aromea to Reba, "You have no say to what I say. You don't even exist. You're not even a ghost." 
The girls entered third period English together and they sat together in one row, Crystal, Aromea, Jeanine. Reba decided to sit away from them with some of the other 'out casts'.
"What's she doing sitting over there?" whispered Crystal to Aromea.
Aromea shrugged, "I dunno. May be she prefers them as friends to us." Suggested Aromea.
"Alright class, no more talking. We need to get to work." Said Mr McFly to the class. "I need you to take your English books out and turn to page 20. English literature." Then he addressed Aromea. "Aro, I have one for you over here. I'll bring it to you in a moment."
"Aromea whispered to Crystal. We have him for English too?"
Aromea just nodded her head and then looked down to Crystal's English book. "So Crystal, what are you doing after school?" she asked.
"Sssh. It's school time now. I want to concentrate and I don't want to be told off by the teacher." Crystal warned.
"Aromea, I'm doing nothing after school. Do you want to come over my house." Offered Jeanine.
"Yeah sure! Sweet. So, what sort of things do you do at home." Asked Aromea.
"I have a swimming pool. So I usually swim and I also have a trampoline, so we can jump on that." Answered Jeanine.
"Neat. I'll give you my phone number and you give me yours, then we can call or text each other, yeah?" offered Aromea.
"Yeah, sure. What suburb do you live in?" asked Jeanine. "I live in Peppermint Grove."
"Fantastic. The suburb I live in is called Swanbourne." Said Aromea.
"Swanbourne is right near Peppermint Grove. They're like sisters. What street do you live in?" Jeanine asked Aromea.
"My street is called Marine Parade. Is that fairly close to where you live?" asked Aro.
"Yeah, sort of. Its' around a twenty minute walk, but my mum can always pick you up, or yours can give you a lift. I'll text you my address. It's easy to find. It's a big cream house on the corner of the Terrace."
"Ok. Cool, so we can hang out then." answered Aromea smiling excitingly.
Mr McFly approached. "What are you girls blabbing about? I expect you to work. Jeanine, I should expect more from you." He told her sternly.
"Sorry Mr McFly, it won't happen again." Jeanine said.
"Good. Well Aromea. Here's your English book. Have a read on page 20, and if you don't understand anything just call me and I can help you out." He told her.
"Yeah, I do just that Thanks." She said straightly. Aromea looked at the questions and filled in the answers very quickly. "Easy-peazy-Japaneazy", she said.
"Wow, you finished your work that quickly!" said Jeanine."Can I copy off of you?"
Aro didn't answer for a moment and then came up with a helpful answer. "In life we must do things the hard way to achieve greater things. At first, using the easy way out of things is beneficial for your grades but at the same time you're not building your knowledge or skills. There won't always be a person by your side to give you the easy way out of things, so what I'll do for you is be your mentor for now and help you to understand what the question means and how to solve it, but I won't give you the answers and let you figure them out. I'll plant seeds for you. I'd rather you learn than cheat. Believe me. It'll help you in the long run."
Mr McFly snuck up behind and said "Well Aromea, you're full of surprises. That little speech just earned you a gold sticker. Have you finished your work already?" he asked her.
"Yes Mr McFly, I have." She told him.
He took her book and got his pen out to mark the answers. He then gave her back her English book and she saw that he had marked everything correctly and given her a big gold star. "Good...girl." He said reluctantly pausing making sure he got her gender right this time. 
Aromea was offended by the fact that Mr McFly paused before saying the word 'girl', but decided to ignore it and listened to her elderly teachings that she had learnt. 
Aromea started to zone off for the entire hour of class and thought about her tour and her surfing competition. She began to think she was wasting time in class, and felt restless.
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The school bell rang and the 30 odd thirteen year olds scampered out the door as fast as they could with their heavy bags on their backs. Some walked in groups of two or three, even four heading to the bus, others in singles going to the car park to be picked by their mothers.
Jeanine and Crystal were waiting for Aromea to pack her bag. She was quite relaxed. Crystal was impatient "Come on, Aromea, quick lets go. My mum's picking Jeannie and I up. You can come too. She won't mind one more."
"Ok!" Aromea answered with a fake ecstatic smile.
They all walked out the door together. The were the last to leave the room and Mr McFly was still sitting at his desk. "Bye girls."
Bye Mr McFly." Answered Jeannine and Crystal simultaneously. Aromea didn't answer.


As the girls were walking to the carpark, they saw Aaron and Jake.


"Hey Aaron, Hey Jake." Crystal flirted.
Aaron was a handsome guy with a crew cut do. He was very slim muscular, tall and had sparkling blue eyes, and white skin. He was charming with a lot of charisma, but seemed very peaceful at the same time. Jake was also a very handsome looking guy, with green eyes. He had honey brunette hair, and was quite serious but very friendly.
“Hey...!" The boys both waved and held up their hands to give a high five. Crystal high fived them both. They both emitted a radiant powerful holy energy, that was so amazing.
Then Aromea began chatting to Aaron, "Hey let me have a go."
"What, you can shoot hoops? That’s so amazing!
“Yes!” Aromea smiled excitedly. She shot a hoop and it made it through the basket ball hoop.
Wow! That was SO amazing Aromea! I’d love to see more of it.
“We would love to, but we have to go now.” said Crystal.
But Aromea had fallen for Aaron. It was love at first sight, love at first feeling. He was perfect.
“Ketchya laterrr..” he said. It gave butterflies in Aromeas stomach. And she smiled back waving at him and Jake.
"You and Aaron seem to get along well. You know that they are both mormons as well?”
Aromea enjoyed Jeanine's comment. And started to have an even bigger crush on Aaron. Fantasies arose. Thoughts in her mind of the two holding hands and kissing. 
Then Crystal turned to her, waving her hand in front of Aromeas mesmirised eyes.
"Earth calling."
"Crystal, what sort of things are we doing at your house?"
"I have a trampoline. I have a keyboard. You can play that. And I also have a computer. And of course I have a german shepherd dog. He’s friendly, but can also get quite excited, so may be we’ll steer clear from him.”
"Awesome. Sounds like fun!” Said Aromea.
"We can also play some creative games. I'm really creative at making them up.” Crystal said.
Sweet as." Said Aromea.
Jeanine butted in, "Oh baby games." How about we come to MY house, and we swim in my pool. I want to see you in a swim suit, Aromea."
"What?!"
"Yeah, she wants to see if you're really a female."
Aromea didn't answer. She knew deep inside Jeanine had a thing for her and wanted to plan on making a move on her whenever she got her in a vulnerable place.
"Look, I think I'd be happy at Crystals for now. I'll play some piano and sing, show you the song I wrote.
Jeanine raised her eyebrows, pouted her mouth,  and didn't say anything.
Louise, Crystals mum was waiting at the curb and all the girl's entered the car.
"Hi ladies, how are you all. Make room for yourselves."
Crystals Mum was wearing large black sunglasses, but Aromea sensed a beautiful energy from Louise. She had long dark brown hair, white skin, and spoke so articulately and confidently. She looked a lot like Angelina Jolie. 
"Mum this is Aromea.
"Hi Aromea, Nice to meet you."
She's an artist.
"I'm an artist too, I paint.
"That's fantastic. I've dabbled in painting, but I focus on music.


The girls all rode home in Crystal's Mums car. Once arriving home, Crystal invited them in and they sat in the lounge room where the keyboard was situated.
"There you go Aro, you can start playing if you like. I'm just going to go use the toilet. Be back soon."
Crystal's Mum walked in with a tray of snacks for the girls, some cookies, and a jug of lemonade, with glasses.
"Thanks Louise."
"You're welcome. It's home made. Enjoy. " Then she walked out the room.
Aromea grabbed a cookie and took a bite. "Oh, this is delicious!"
"You've got to try it, Jeanine."
"Thanks, I'm on a diet. I'll try some juice, though.”
Aromea poured 3 glasses of juice for all of them, gave one to Jeanine and began to drink from hers.
"Wait!" said Jeanine.
"What?
"Let's say cheers by crossing arms and drinking from our cups like they did in the Roman times."
"Ok. Show me how it's done."
Jeanine crossed her arm over Aromea whilst they were holding cups and she began to drink from her cup. Aromea copied. Then Jeanine smiled and laughed and Aromea laughed too. She began having feelings for Jeanine.
Jeanine started sitting on the couch waiting for Aromea to play. Aromea took a seat slowly and studied the keyboard. She felt apprehensive at first, but then turned the keyboard on.
"What's the matter, you forgot how to play?" Asked Jeanine teasingly. 
"No, well, kind of. I need my music notes with me.
"Just start mucking around on the keyboard and play. I want to hear….ANYTHING.”
Then Jeanine got up and stood behind Aromea. "May be you just need a little warming up. She flirtingly started to massage Aromeas shoulders. Jeanine began whispering in Aromea's ears. "Now what song can you play, hm? 
Aromea felt warm tingles throughout her head and body as if tiny fairies were fluttering all over her body showering her with fairy dust. This made her smile. She found Jeanine extremely attractive. But, was she? Can she? It was her first female crush. She then became silent. And let the warm fuzzies enter her body.
Jeanine then sat beside Aromea. "I want you to play me something you wrote. And devote it to me."
Aromea looked confused. "Devote it to you?" 
Yeah. I mean...play it for me, as if it's for me, please.
"Ok. This is a song I wrote. It's called…L.A" Aromea played the song on the keyboard and sang along.
"How very romantic..." Jeanine said.
"It wasn't supposed to be."
"I meant every word. It was very euphoric. And it  was like you sing about L.A as if she's your lover."
"What do you mean?" 
Aromea became nervous, but she felt the sexual tension between her and Jeanine as if she knew something more was going to happen between the two of them.
"Oh, Aromea, it seems the song is directed at me when you sing it. It's like so personal for you, but it's really become universal and it's touched my soul, and may be some other parts. I'm tingling… seriously."
Aromea sensed Jeanine liked her. The energies and vibrations were there. Aromea didn't wanted to admit it, she was a mormon girl from L.A brought up to play music, pray and enjoy the ocean. But now she felt other attractions. Attractions to a seventeen year old girl who was more developed sexually than her both body and mind.
Jeanine's breasts were very developed and protruded out from her tiny tank top. She wore an overload of perfume and applied plenty of make-up. Her body was very developed, toned and she wore a short skirt, and pumps, yet she seemed to like a girl, a boyish girl.

​

Jeanine started to flirt more with Aromea. She began rocking from side to side, bumping into Aromea. And then played with Aromeas hair. "You know, I really love your hair style. You really....rock it."
More butterflies were being produced for Aromea. Then Aromea turned to Jeanine and looked inside her glowing blue eyes with admiration and joy.
"Really?" 
Jeanine giggled and replied. "Yeah.
"Thanks...." Aromea whispered. Aromea had a rush of dopamine go through her head and body.
"So, let me hear you play another one.” Asked Jeanine.
Aromea was about to begin on her next song, "This one's a holy song."
"Oh, how very pure. Show me." said Jeanine.
But, then Crystal returned. Aromea was hoping Crystal would stay away longer. She wondered what sort of romance would happen between her and Jeanine. The romance fizzled down as soon as Crystals energy entered the room. It calmed it like water cooling a fire.
"So, what took you so long?" Asked Jeanine.
"I was helping Mum out. I had to do some chores."
"Lucky you.” said Jeanine.
I didn't hear the keyboard. What's been happening here. Asked Crystal.
"Oh nothing." Then Jeanine winked at Aromea. “Aro played me a song. It was awesome." 
Aromea was just staring into space. She felt vibrations from Jeanines beautiful energies. And her mind wandered off. She began to imagine kissing Jeanine right then and there, whilst she was playing the keyboard.


"Hey! Earth calling to Aromea." Crystal yelled. I asked if crumbed chicken, potatoes and salad is enough for dinner. Mum's asking. Aromea stopped staring into thin air. "Oh yes. That sounds nice. Where's Jeanine?"
"Oh, she had to go home. She couldn't stay for dinner. She had tonnes of homework to do.”
"Oh pity.” responded Aromea with disappointment on her face.
​
"Hey, I wanted to ask you, what did you mean when you said, You're a ghost?" Asked Aromea.
Crystal whispered, "Oh...sssh, I'll tell you in private, in my room, when we're alone together. Mum doesn’t know about it.
“Ok…”
The two walked towards Crystals room and she shut her door. they sat on her bed. Crystals room was very neat and orderly. Everything was in its place. It had a large painting on the wall of a garden with a white castle and a beast standing next to it. “Who painted that.” Asked Aromea.
“Mum did. She’s such an artist.”
“So tell me, why are you a ghost? I see a human.” Then Aromea touches Crystal’s shoulder. I’m touching you and I feel you.
“I’m invisible. Only certain people can see me.”
“Really, who?”
“You can, and a few others. Not many. I don’t really want to talk about this anymore.” Crystal had a confident face on her as if she really believed what she was saying was true.
“Well, I want to tell you something too.”
“Yeah go ahead.” said Crystal.
“I’m from the wishing planet.”
“Yeah, right. You made that up.”
“Aromea had an annoyed look on her face. She was expecting support from her friend to support her beliefs and ideas, yet she didn’t. And this he hurt her very much so, knowing that the wishing planet was very real to her.

“I’m gonna go now. I have things to do.”
“Why, where are you going?”
“Home, duh.”
How you gonna get home. It’s like a mile a away. I can ask Mum to take you.
Crystal walked out of the room. Aromea just sat in there thinking about her day. It was so overwhelming, but she really enjoyed it. A few moments later, Crystal walked in with a very handsome man with ginger hair and blue eyes.
“This is my Dad, he can take you home.”
“What’s happened? Why, have you two girls been fightin’?”
Aromea denied it, but Crystal butted in. “Yeah we have been, so Aromea’s decided to go home.
“Ok come this way.” said Crystal’s Dad.
Aromea followed the hunky middle aged father of Crystal to their drive way and he drove her home.
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CHAPTER  2


The next morning Aromea was heading towards the beach with her surf board to catch waves and practice for her competition when she noticed two familiar faces at the shore waxing their surf boards. They were none other than Aaron and Jake. She felt so excited. And couldn’t contain herself. It was like seeing two angels from heaven. She could even see their wings and halos on their heads. As she approached she even felt their Godly presence. It was as if they healed her.

Aromea approached them, sat by the sandy beach waxing her surfboard with them.
She really felt a connection with them. She had the tingles and butterflies. Aaron was really friendly and greeted her.
“Hey Aromea, I didn’t know that you surfed. It’s nice to see you here.” He was staring at her with his gorgeous blue eyes. They were captivating. They sparkled and glistened. She couldn’t look away. It was like staring into an angel’s eyes from heaven.
“So, Aromea, are you going to catch a few waves for me?”
Did he just say, what she thought he said? He wanted HER to catch waves for HIM. That made her feel strong and weak at the same time. She felt light as a feather. But decided to smile at him and contain herself.  
“Yeah, that’s the plan. I came here to the beach to practice for my surfing competition that I have coming up.”
“Oh, really. You compete?!”
“That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, my brother and I both surf. But I’m the one who competes.”
“Awesome! Who’s your brother? Is he a pro surfer too, like you?”
Aromea gushed. She felt the compliments flooding in from Aaron’s way. He was staring at her intensely with really sweet eyes and smiling so happily. “My brother’s name is Tag. He’s at home. He’s seven years old. But he knows how to surf. He acts much older than his age, more like twelve.
So, Aromea I want to see you catch some awesome waves for me.”
“Did he really say ‘catch some waves for HIM’? Did she hear him clearly? Yes she did. Loud and clearly. And she was falling for him. He reminded her of no one she had ever met in her entire life. He was like a pure angel from heaven. His voice was so soft and comforting.
“Ok, Aaron. I’ll do it for you.”
“Great. Go for it!.”
“You go girl.” Cheered on Jake.
Aromea smiled at both of them and said, “Thanks guys.” She said, then headed towards the ocean. She took her board through the rough waves, dove through them, paddling over the waves, then finally reached the back where it was calmer. The two guys waved at her, and she waved back. She felt so strong, as if they were right there with her by her side. Then a wave was coming and Aromea began to paddle, she stood up on the board and was surfing the waves like a pro. She also performed a few tricks. She felt so inspired by Aaron’s and Jake’s energies that it made her do so well. Then she reached the shore and ran to the guys all puffed.
“Wow! That was SO amazing Aromea! We were cheering for you from the shore.” Said Aaron.
“And praying.” Added Jake.
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you guys, and of you Jake. Then, she started having feelings for Jake too.
She then sat with Aaron and Jake. “So guys, I heard that you are members from the Church of The Jesus Christ of The Latter Day Saints.”
“Yeah, we are.” said Aaron. We would love to give you a copy of the book of mormon. We have one in the car.”
“That’s ok. I already have one too. I’m also a member. But thank you. You’re sweet.”
At that moment Aromea felt their holy energies again, so pure so virtuous. They were her dream, angels on Earth.
"Can I ask you guys something?"Aromea asked. "Do I really look like a boy?"
"No, not at all!" Said Aaron. You're beautiful Aromea. He looked into her eyes with love and care. Why do you ask such a thing?"
"Oh nothing. This weird Math teacher, and the whole class mistook me for a boy."
"Really? No all we see is female here." Said Aaron. "Jake?"
Jake was the quiet one. He answered. "Yes, you are so sweet and beautiful Aaron. I'm sure you will grow into a beautiful swan soon. Don't listen to those bullies surrounding you. Pray to God. He's always there for you to nurture us. He's our Father in heaven."

Aromea had a tear in her eye. Then spoke. “Now I’d love to see you guys surf.” she said smiling.
"Ok." Said Jake. Jake lead. He got up first. He was the bigger guy with a more muscular body and also very tall, and he had tanned skinned, sexy green hazel eyes, and honey brown wavy hair. Very sexy. She stared at him with admiration, whilst he held his board with Aaron running towards the water. Then they jumped in the water like pros and paddled out quickly, heading towards the back very easily. A wave came up and the guys paddled and rode several waves like pure professional surfers. They looked like they were flying on water. And Aromea sat smiling enjoying the scenery.

Then they finally made it ashore and ran like athletes with enthusiastic energy towards Aromea. They were so excited. Aaron kissed Aromea's lips. “Did you see me out there Aromea?!” said Aaron.
“Yeah I did.. You guys were amazing. I’d love to see more of it. But I think we should start heading back. School is in a couple hours, and I would like to get ready.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s have breakfast together though. We can’t go to school without an empty stomach, can we Aaron? said Jake.
“No, we can’t, Jake. Definitely not. So, Aromea, join us.”
Aromea smiled widely. “Definitely!” She felt a part of a real group and felt so protected. They made her feel so strong, holy and happy.
“Let’s go then.”
They all got up, and headed towards the parking lot. Aromea followed Jake and Aaron towards their car. She was so attracted to them she followed their energy as if they were magnets.
“Let’s go in our car” said Aaron.
“Aromea agreed, and they all drove off together, into the sunrise.

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"THE PERFECT MAN" BY NINA E DALIN Jeannie Aromea Entertainment ©
CHAPTER 1
Mena is a 23 year old young woman who moved to LA from Melbourne to go further in her career with movie makeup artistry. Whilst at work on a movie shoot, she is applying some makeup on a hollywood actor. The set is very busy with the crew setting up, and Mena is concentrating on her work, whilst chatting with the famous actor.  He then winks at her. The famous actors name is James Mackie. The actor has a role in a movie playing as a business man. He is one of the main characters.
Mena moves closer to him, to apply more make up and notices his attractive cologne. It smells so fresh like spring. She immediately feels very calm and in a euphoric state as if she in paradise.
He then winks again at her." You're a fantastic make up artist. And you are doing an amazing job." 
Mena notices his Australian accent. She asks him,  and smiles in excitement, "Are you Australian?"
He nods in a yes.
"I'm Australian. What are the odds?"
Yeah, true." He smiles back at her. Which part of Australia are you from?"
"Melbourne, yourself?"
"Sydney. Not too far apart from each other" He responds with another wink. "Listen, after this, would you like to go out with me?"
Mena giggled and smirked, "Of course I would. I will give you my number. Here's my business card actually. Give me text or call."

The director is waiting for James' make up to be completed. He is to be on set with the main actress. 
"Well, I better let you go now." I say. "But let's keep in touch. You have my number."
He smiles and winks again, "Yes, I do. I'll text you later."


Mena is cleaning up her make up station and is sitting on the chairs watching the set. She has to be on call in case of make up emergency. The on call set goes for 8 hours. 
James looks so sexy, confident and charming when he's acting. Mena is mesmerised, but decides to keep her composure.
James leaves early, packing his belongings for the day. Mena is still working on other extras, and James looks over at her. They look at each other and smile. He approaches her and says thanks for today Mena, I'll see you tomorrow.
"Oh, thanks James!" she responds happily. Have a great day. Mena really feels butterflies in her stomach and she thinks of him throughout the rest of the day. He gives her healing feelings of peace and joy.

The director, Mark, yells, ok guys, that's a wrap for the day! He then approaches Mena. "Thanks Mena, you did a fantastic job today. I'll see you tomorrow.
"Thanks Mark, you are awesome. I'll see you and the guys tomorrow."

Mena is driving home in her Hyundai Tucson SUV car through the busy LA streets. She feels so blessed to be living her dream that she always wanted to achieve. Whilst driving she has the music on and thinks about James, and starts to fantasize. She fantasizes of getting cosy with him and him caressing her face and moving for a kiss.

At that very moment she receives a text message. She looks up her phone which is used as her GPS and notices a message pop saying "Hey its James x" She smiles and feels even more excited. She can't wait to get home to text him back. 
"I might even call him," she said out aloud.

After driving through the faster route of LA, Mena  finally arrives to her apartment. She lives in a nice modern style loft. Mena, enters, and lays her bag on the couch and puts her keys on the kitchen bench. She lays down on the couch exhausted. She covers herself with the blanket. And rests for a while, closing her eyes and taking some deep breaths in and out. Then she remembers James, and starts to imagine his beautiful face and charming, alluring presence.
"Oh I better text him back. I don't want him to think I'm standing his message up."
So, Mena grabs her phone out of her bag, and notices a second text in her phone. She opens it. And notices its from James. She reads the text message.  I loved meeting you today. Can't wait to see you tomorrow! Looks like we will be working throughout the whole movie shoot. Do you want to may get something to drink with me on a day off, or after a wrap? Then she re-reads the message. And clicks reply, "Of course, I'd love that. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I'm going to shower and eat dinner, if you want to call me a bit later on, I'll text you, and we can chat for a bit."
"Sounds fantastic, he responded instantly." But I think I should practice my lines and the scenes. So, how about we chat tomorrow?"
Mena felt a little disappointed, because she wanted to chat with James tonight. He gave her such good vibes in every text he sent. But she understood that he had a demanding role. Mena sent a text back, "I totally understand, but I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Have a lovely night."
James sent a text back immediately, "Good night," with an emoji kiss and Mena felt a positive rush of dopamine running throughout her body. So responded back with an electronic kiss. Then she laid down on her couch with a slump and sighed, "Oh James, James wherefore art thou James? Tis you I've been searching and longing for all these years."
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The following morning Mena arrives early on set to set up. She's quite tired, but has nervous butterflies in her stomach. She will meet the hot actor today who has been making moves on her left, right and centre. Not only that he seems so innocent, confident, happy, charming, good looking and sexily seductive at the same time. He's a perfect package.

The first actor she is working on is the lead actress called Georgie Henson. She's a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed actress so confident, articulate and very kind and cooperative. Mena does a quick basic make up on her and then moves onto her hair. 
"You're so good at doing make up. You really bring out my features. But make sure to contour my nose. I don't have a cute button nose like yours." Georgie tells her.
"Thanks Mena responds smiling. She asks Georgie how everything is going on set.
"Everything is great. I have to reshoot a scene today with James. Did you know we went to acting school together?"
"Oh wow, really? Here in L.A?"
"No, at WAAPA in Perth. What are the odds that we're doing a movie together in L.A and working together again. 
Mena is surprised. And just answers in a positive tone, oh, that's amazing.  She finishes off Georgie's hair."
To be honest I do recall your face. As if we've met a few years back." May be at WAAPA. You are the chick who did my make up on a short film, I'm sure. The same film. This is like dejavu."
I think I do too. It was five years ago to be precise.
Then Mena starts getting flashbacks of her in Perth, as if she was reliving the exact same life but instead in a different world. 
"You're all done now. She told Georgie. "If you need a touch up, come back to the station. or I will call you over." Mena told her sounding professionally.

Then Mena turned around and James walked in so suavely and sat down on her make up on her chair. And Mena started to prep him, by applying an apron over his suit, and began applying his make up.
"Hey stranger. How are you?" She asked him.
"I'm well" thank you. 
"You're looking good today." He told her.
Thank you. You look good too. She replied with a smirk. Well, you will look even better once I do your make up and hair."
He then winked again at her with his gorgeous hazel eyes.
Then Mena finished by styling his dark auburn short brown hair with wax in a neat side part.
"So, after this shoot, how about you and I get out of here and get a drink?"
"I'd love that. You'd have to wait for me this time though. I usually finish later than you.
"Yeah I can do that." He agreed.
Great, I so look forward to it. There's a lot I want to ask."
He looked concerned looking at her with a pout and a frown.
"Oh don't be worried. You just look interesting. And it's like we've met before. That's all. Well, you're all done. I'll watch you on set and let you know if you need a touch up."
He winked and responded with, "A touch up? Not before the first date."
"Not like that."
"I know. I'm joking."

Mena cleaned up her make up station. And the next actor sat down, a ten year old girl. She was Georgie's daughter in the movie. Mena applied her make up and hair. And remembered the time five years ago a similar scenario.
​Georgie had a five year old niece who acted in the short film, and she applied make up on. She didn't yet understand what was happening. May be life was spinning in circles. And the Perfect man she asked to be with all those years ago was re-entering her life. She didn't imagine every scene was going to replay just like in a movie.  Well she did five years ago. She just didn't think it would reappear five years later. 
Mena thought to herself, 'the power of positive thinking. Imagination is the first step of life's coming attractions.'

 Eight hours later and the director called, "That's a wrap for the day!"
Mena was happy. She turned around and there James was waiting for her. He was hotter than ever wearing his casual clothing. He approached her. So, let's head out and get a drink or something to eat. I'm hungry. I take it, you must be too."
"Thanks, for thinking of me. Yes, I have to clean up first."​
"Well, let me help you!" He said ecstatically.
And he began packing all her equipment into her make up case for her. In no time everything was packed. And she sprayed the make up table clean, and they headed out together into the parking lot out of the movie studio. He helped her pack her car.
"Do you have a car?"
"I do. It's parked over there. It's the sports convertible."
"Oh nice." I've always wanted one of them.
"Lucky you. Do you want to come have a ride with me in my car? I can put the top down."
"Yeah, sounds fun. You know what? I have driven a sports convertible before. So long ago though. It was a European car though." Mena told James excitedly. Then she laughed.
"Get in then! Let's go for a ride." He told her smiling.
Mena got in and James started the ignition and began reversing out of the parking lot. Menas's heart was racing.  "Alright belt up." He told her.
They drove out out of the studio parking lot. Mena felt as if she was living in a fantasy. It was a dream come true and she was taking nice breaths of air in and out. And there were no thoughts, no worries. Just her and James. She felt so free.
'So, where do you want to go?"
I don't know. Take me somewhere great." 
They drove for a while. "Hold on." He stopped at a fuel station and pulled in at station 1.
"A fuel station is alright." She responded.
"No, I just need some fuel. My tank is low. I promise we'll somewhere nice." He then got out of the car and began taking fuel.
"Anywhere with you is perfect." she said in a whisper. He didn't hear her though.
Mena felt like she was so cared for when she was with James. He was her prince charming she was waiting for.  Warm fuzzies always tingled throughout her head and shoulders when he spoke and was within her presence. 
Mena watched James as he walked to pay for the fuel. She was again enchanted by his every movement. Mena was in a trance as if a cupid had shot an arrow into her as she met him. And all she saw were glittering white shimmering lights, and the rest of the world was dark. He made up the glittering lights of L.A He stood out like magic.

"THE PERFECT MAN" BY NINA E DALIN Jeannie Aromea Entertainment ©
CHAPTER 2

He started the car and we began driving, and looked at her and then winked again. then he lay his hand on her hand and gripped it tight. It felt nice. 
"So, what star sign are you?" He asked.
"I'm a cancer."
"Same. I was born in July. I can tell you have really good energies. You're different."
"Different? In what way." Mena asked.
"Different from other women. you seem grounded. I like that. So, you wanted to ask me some questions?" He asked.
Mena had butterflies in her stomach and had flickers of memories go through her mind. "Yeah, I wanted to let you know that we've met before along time ago."
James looked at her with slit eyes. "Yeah, I thought I recognized you from somewhere. But I couldn't quite catch where. you do have a very familiar face. So, surprise me. Where have we met before?"
They pulled in at a famous L.A restaurant Ohana BBQ. And James looked at Mena and smiled. He was waiting for her answer, and then responded. "Wait a minute. We've met before on another movie set, right?"
"Yes! It was five years ago.
"So, I as at WAAPA. You were my make up artist I take it?"
"Yeah, I was. It was a short film."
"I remember now. I thought you were cute."
"You winked at me back then." she asked. Then she laughed. I then had a major crush on you. Mena was getting more excited as the night was progressing.
Really? You should've made a move. I think I wanted you to. Let's go inside."
James locked the car door and held Mena's hand and took her inside with him. She was really enjoying looking like a couple. Then he rubbed her back a bit. They entered the restaurant and waited at the reservations counter to be seated.


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The host found a table for them in a private area in the garden area. He sat them down and handed them each a set of menus. Mena opened the menu and began browsing the dishes. 
"Would you like to start with a drink? The host asked.
"I will have a coke."
"We're going with soft drinks, are we? If that's the case, I might have a ginger beer."
"Good choice. I will bring these to you with a bottle of water." said the host. I will give you more time to order.
Mena sat at the table nervous. She hadn't been on a date in a while. Even though they got along perfectly, there was plenty of sexual tension between the two of them. And she felt like going over the other side and sitting by him instead of staring at his wonderful eyes from across the table.
"Is there anything on your mind?" James asked Mena.
"No, but thank you for taking me out."
"You're welcome. I really wanted to. You're beautiful."
'I'm beautiful?' Mena thought. she doesn't get that often, especially not from a sexy, famous actor.
"So, have you chosen what you'd like to eat tonight?" He asked suavely.
"I was thinking rice with stir fry beef with this oyster sauce.
"Nice. I was looking at this stir fry chicken and egg mix. How about we share a rice together? It makes it easier."
"Yeah, that sounds good. 
The waiter arrived to collect the orders and menus. And James grabbed Mena's hands and started to carress them. 
"So, when did you arrive to L.A? How long have you been here?"
"I arrived about a year ago. It's been good so far. Yourself?"
"Funny story. I came here from Sydney and I was in L.A for two years doing a scholarship , about 3 years ago, then came back to Australia. But I recently arrived back to act in a movie. "
Mena looked at James. Thoughts of uncertainty came to her mind. She didn't want to ask too many questions, fearing she'd sound too needy. And decided to just enjoy the night. Besides, he asked her out, and they only just met. She began painting pictures in her mind of them becoming a couple. Mena decided to just play it happy and be herself. The confident person she was at the movie set. It is who James was attracted to in the first place. And things will pan out perfectly fine if she keeps on being calm, happy and collected. 
They stared into each others eyes mesmirised.
James asked, "Can I give you a kiss?"
Mena responded happily, "Yes of course...please do."
He put his water down and they headed for each other and he kissed her lips. It was a perfect actor's kiss. She felt as if she was on a movie set, and life was constantly giving her gifts. James kiss was the biggest gift she could ask for.
"How was it?" he asked.
"It was...perfect." 
"Perfect hey?" He took her hands and kissed them.
A warm rush of butterflies filled Menas stomach. She wanted him them and there. And they kissed each other once more.
The food and drinks arrived and they began to eat.
"Bon appetite." He told her.
​"Bon appetitie she responded back.
He held his glass up to salut hers. And he said "Cheers."
"Cheers." She responded feeling content and blissful.

THE END

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