Vinchelle

Chapter 1

His phone started ringing, he took it out of his jean's pocket, looked at the caller ID and smiles when he read her name.

"You have to stop !" She snapped.

"Hello to you too."

"Screw you !" She yelled.

"What's wrong with you ? Why are you yelling at me ?"

"I just saw your post on Facebook"

"So what ? You're gorgeous on this picture"

"The picture isn't the problem, the comment is "

"Ok, so now, you're just being completely crazy for a comment, a nice one above all."

"Dad, what are you doing ? We're gonna be late ?" Hania asked.

"One minute sweetheart, I'm on the phone." He replied.

"Just go, we'll talk later. I have an appointment anyway." She said and hanged up before he could reply.

Three hours later, she was at home alone, snuggled on her couch, proof reading the first few chapters of the scenario she's been working on, when her doorbell ringed. She sighted, moved her cat from her legs and went to open the door. She opened it without asking or looking who it is. She already knew. She cracked the door open and went back to her couch without a word. She sat back and grabbed back her script.

Since she'd hung up on him, he was pissed and wanted an explanation for her outburst but, when he saw her, he forgot everything. The sight of her always cooled him down. He looked at her quietly for a few seconds. She was wearing black leggings and a black tank top, her hair was a waterfall of curls that went over her right shoulder to end on her breast, which cleared of the left side of her neck and allowed him to see the beauty mark he noticed the first time he kissed her.

Every time he saw it, it took him back to that moment when the touch of her lips, their taste made him forget everything from the crew filming them to his own shyness, that he grabbed her ass and picked her up to pull her closer. It was only when the director yelled "cut" and she pulled back, punched his chest and said "Dude, a little heads up would have been nice ?" that he realized how much he got carried on, and how much, gladly, she haven't noticed.

"Why are you here ?" She asked, taking him away of that memory lane, without a glance, flipping a page.

"To finish our conversation, so you'll explain to me why a nice comment led you to yell at me ?"

"A nice comment like "the angel you do have on this earth" comment three weeks ago ?" She said with a bitter glare and tone, before looking back at her script.

"Yes, exactly, what's wrong with you today ?" He snapped.

"I was right the first time I saw you, you're a dick, a dumbass, an asshole, an idiot..."

At those words, he darted on her, took the script of her hands threw it across the room, she was about to punch his chest when he grabbed her right fist and her other one before she had the chance to think of throwing it too and replied.

"Stop it now. I'm none of those things and you damn well know it, neither am I a psychic so you'll explain to me what's wrong, and you're gonna do it now."

He looked into her eyes and he saw the pain, the anger, the sadness that filled her and it felt like he just got stabbed in the heart. He let go of her hands to take her face in his hands and asked softly.

"What's wrong baby? Talk to me, please, you're killing me."

"You are the one killing me." She whispered back slowly. Her words broke his heart. His hands drop on his thighs in despair, when he saw her eyes filling with tears.