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första sidan i min bok (inledningen är tyvärr inte med), jag vet att saker och ting händer lite väl fort, alltså jag övergår till något annat för snabbt, men jag håller fortfarande på att förlänga och ändra och fixa och ja :) detta är alltså bara första utkastet
KAPITEL 1
*TAKE A BREATH*
3 months later
Isabelle Davis had been in California for tree months now and she knew she couldn’t grow sick of it. She worked at Mark's T-shirt store and lived in his guestroom.
It was a friday morning and she had started it with some yoga and was now on her way to work with an orange juice in her hand when her cell phone started to buzz in her oversized Prada bag.
Isa answered with a simple "Hello".
There was nobody there, and then she heard a "click". "Oh my good, that was just sooo immature."
Isa checked her little Chanel watch in silver. She was already late.
She started to hurry and she was just about to turn around the corner when she bumped into someone and spilled all her juice over herself.
"Shit, I'm so sorry. I was just in a rush and I...Are you hurt? ...God, this is so Notting Hill." Isa sighed.
"I'm fine, but you seem a bit upset, are you okay?" A tall boy in her age with dark curly hair smiled at her.
"I'm just late for work, and yes, I’m okay." Isa lifted her sunglasses and placed them on her head.
The guy's smile faded.
"Hi, I'm Nick." He reached her his hand while he placed his own sunglasses on his head.
Isa had never seen such deep brown eyes in her entire life. Nick looked like a younger and hotter version of Adam Brody.
"Hi, I'm Isabelle." she took his hand and it fit perfectly to hers.
They stood still and looked in the other's eyes and it felt like world was spinning faster and faster. Then Isa ruined the moment saying she had to go.
Nick answered with "See you around."
They said goodbye and Isa rushed to work.
Nick stood all still and couldn't stop thinking of her incredible beautiful eyes. They had the same color as a deep ocean full of silver beams. And her smile… he couldn’t stop thinking of it! She was the most beautiful person he had ever met.
But when he realized how big Los Angeles was, he knew for sure that he never was about to see her again. Well, back to reality. Nick had to go see Mark and tell him the tour had been great, and maybe he would mention Isabelle…
When Isa stepped into Mark's T-shirt store the radio played some old 2004 my chemical romance-song, and there were boxes all over the place filled with new t-shirts.
"Mark, I kind of need a new t-shirt. Could you please pick one while Madelina fixes me up?"
Isa smiled her I-know-you-will-do-this-for-me-so-don't-even-try-t o-say-no smile.
Mark laughed and nodded. Isa went to the private section and took off her wet t-shirt.
Nick walked in to the store five minutes later when Mark tried to find a t-shirt for Isabelle.
"Hey, dude, what's up?" Nick smiled.
Mark didn’t even look at Nick, he just said "What t-shirt do you think Isa would like?"
Nick looked at the wall with t-shirts all over it. "The purple one with that thing that looks like some elf from Harry Potter is fun.
"Isa, come look at this!" Mark smiled, and thought Isa would love the t-shirt.
"Coming!" Isa started to walk out in the store when they all heard Madelina’s voice. "No, Isa, you don't have..."
But Isa was already out there, looking at the elf-shirt in just her jeans and a bra.
“… your shirt on,” Madelina continued. But Isa didn’t hear.
Nick never realized that Isa was Isabelle until now so he just stared and Isa stared back. But when she saw where Nick looked she realized she was shirtless. So started to walk back but then she remembered she had to get the T-shirt so she turned around and took the elf-shirt and then finally ran back to Madelina’s own little make-up studio in the back. This was just so awkward.
Mark looked at Nick who still looked after Isa and said "They're not real." Nick looked at Mark. "What?"
Mark smiled. "I saw what you looked at and they're not real." Nick opened his mouth but closed it again. "I didn't..."
Now Mark looked at him with his why-are-you-lying-to-me face.
Nick opened his mouth again. "No I.... Well.... Maybe.... Yeah, pretty much."
Mark laughed. "Ha ha, she’s very beautiful, that's for sure, but be nice to her, this year has been pretty hard for her."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I really shouldn’t say this but, look, Isa was a Swedish top model but she changed identity because she was sick of all publicity. She was the kind of model that goes into a store to buy something and bam, now you have everyone in the store around you. And she had to break up with her boyfriend and everything in her old life and that was pretty hard, especially when her boyfriend was about to pop the question, and she just sad she had to go. And I think she's still in love with him. But anyway, she came down here, and she told us that this is the best time of her life, so don't mess things up, okay?"
"I know how it feels, and I won't. I like her; she is so... different. She doesn’t know who I am"
“Then you should tell her” Mark said.
“I guess… but not now. I would love to have a friend that liked me for the person Nick, you know”.
“I sure do”.
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