Bollywood Actress

Initial meeting

Chapter 1, Will

Bollywood Actress

The first time I saw her is easy to pinpoint when I fell in love with her... Not so much. It was a neutral day, not too cold, not too hot now that I think back the weather was an indication of our relationship. 

17 is an unusual age. Most love stories start off young, I was at sixth form at the time and balancing my social life with work life was proving to be mission. Joining the football team at times seemed like the best idea whereas other times it seemed like the worst. And then there was peer pressure. Pressure to drink, smoke, do stuff with girls that wasn't even legal for us at this age. There'd be a party every week and your attendance defined who you were: cool or not cool. When you're young, your reputation is all you have and if there was a chance to bring it up, you were supposed to take it. 

 All my mates had lost their virginity young, but I remained intact. I often got called a "unicorn" but it never bothered me. When the time was right, it was right and I vowed I'd stick with that saying. I didn't want to be a toy who had been played with so many times that I was beginning to fray, lose the new look and become worthless. Needless to say I had become a bit of a laughing stock with my friends, but I'm not someone who gets with the closest girl they find. That just wasn't me. 

When I was 14, I had my first serious girlfriend. She was mixed race and had this beautiful olive tone to her, her caramel eyes was enough to bring me the goosebumps. This was starting to look like the perfect relationship when a little bird informed me she made a pass at my best mate, Ali. Safe to say I ended it, what I learnt from that though is Asian girls were my type. That was probably problem 1 in the relationship, I fall for the wrong girls. I was advised to "stick with my own kind" but that kind of racism just didn't inspire me, I was keen to learn about others, discover their way of living.

 I was at the bus stop with my headphones listening to Usher belt out Moving Mountains, when I saw her. 

The long, jet black hair swaying to its own rhythms. The jingle of her bangles were waltzing to their own moves and that smile. They told a story of their own, they were, they are piercing. She walked by giving a small smile, a glance, a tease for what was to come. She looked like one of them wicked Bollywood actress'. 

Author's Note

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