heres the story I posted on Desi's page that made her change colors.
You are lost in the heart of Madrid, having been separated from your best friend during your travels of being being world famous artists. Great. Lost in a Spanish speaking country with only a handful of words known that couldn't be put together in any way possible to form a sentance that made sense. "Great," you mutter, shutting your phone, "That stupid Alex never answers her phone. And I'm lost on New Years Eve... Worst. Night. EVER." It was always busy in Madrid on new years eve. These Europeans loved to party; day or night.
"Are you lost, chica?" a friendly oice calls out in English. You turn and see a handsome man in a long leather jacket and a scarf standing there with a bag of some sort of food. You nod and slowly approach this man. He was stunning. His chocolatey brown hair was ruffled but not too long and his bright emerald eyes shone in the bright lights of the city that was eagerly anticipating the coming year.
"I'm trying to find my friend. We're supposed to meet in Paris, France but our plane landed here in Madrid and we got seperated in this crazy crowd. So I guess I'm just trying to find a way out of this crowd where I can get in a taxi and get to Paris," you spilled, careful of your explanations to this stranger. But then, was he a stranger?
He chuckles softly, "Sorry, mi amiga, but the taxis are closed for the streets to be used for the crowds tonight. Es hace frio, no? Come, come come come." You both walk up to each other and he opens his jacket and wriggles an arm out of one sleeve and holds you close so his jacket is over your shoulders and his arm is around your waist. You walk side by side in silence until you reach the middle of the crowd in a circular clearing. Somehow the pair of you find a bench and sit down. "Stay here, por favor," he takes his jacket fully off and as he walks off into the crowd -leaving you wondering if he deserted you- and meanwhile, you snuggle into the warmth of the Spanish man's jacket, inhaling the sweet scent of chocolates and cinnamon.
And suddenly a song you know comes on in English; Because the Night by Cascada. The stranger who gave you his coat returned and took your hand, then kissed it, "Bailar with me?" You grinned as he pulled you into the square where dancing and other suc festivities were going on.
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
He pulled you in close, both of you dancing perfectly in sync with each other and the beat of the music.
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hand
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now
can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
The two of you spin in and out of the other's grasp and as you dance there, neither can help but stare into the significant other's eyes. You were staring into his shimmering eyes and he's staring into your mysterious brown orbs.
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us...
The song ended and it turns out that the countdown was already to five.
Five...
You stop at the halfway point between you two.
Four...
He closes the distance.
Three...
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head close to yours and your foreheads bump.
Two...
He hugs you around the waist, bringing you closer to him until your bodies are pressed snug against each other.
One...
The deal is sealed with a New Years kiss.