The First Meeting
A girl was standing on the balcony.
It was a party at the Alcaraz’s, which ment chaos, alcohol, and excessively loud music.
Sahir’s brother had hosted another party while their parents were out of town. He would call it annoying if he wasn’t so used to it.
What he wasn’t used to was a girl, dressed very nicely, alone on a balcony of the house with a bottle of his parent’s finest booze.
“Excuse me, uhh ma’am?”
Why did he do that? He couldn’t care less, he could have just went up to his room and ignored everything. But something drew him in.
She whipped around like a deer in headlights. Just… staring at him for awhile.
“Heyyy?” Her voice was slurred as she gave a lopsided smile as he got closer and joined her in the moonlight.
And that’s when he recognized her.
She was the girl that his brother was constantly perusing.
She analyzed his features for a while.
“You look…familiar…”
He stared back at her for a second.
This could be his chance.
She didn’t realize who he was.
He could step out of the shadow of his brother and parents and his whole family.
“I just got one of those faces, you know?”
She seemed to accept that before taking a giant sip of the bottle of booze and then offering it to the boy across from her.
He took his own sip and sat against the railing.
She joined him on the ground before snatching the bottle back and taking another sip.
Getting a good look at her he felt a little underdressed, she was in a sleek black dress-no it was more like the color of a starless night-with a long slit and a corset, which stuck out to him as odd.
Whenever he saw her around she was always so colorful, flowers in her hair, constantly looking like she was blessed by nature herself.
Not that he had paid too much attention to her or anything.
“Where’s your color?” Damn this liquor, he didn’t mean to say that.
“-didn’t like it.” Was all Sahir could catch. “Clashes” she settled on.
He was confused by that, “what?”
She mumbled out the same thing and down more of the liquor.
The two of them sat there in silence for a while, he almost thought she had left.
“Pretty…” she stared up at the stars, a small smile on her face.
One day he’d learn the girl’s name, Azalea.
One day he’d learn about her scars.
One day she’d learn about his.
One day they’d be happy and together.
But today they were just two people sitting under the stars sharing a bottle of overpriced liquor. Until they left to return to their own cages.
