Prologue (part two of three) --> Remaking Relationships

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Where's Sam? Milk has an awesome name

The phone rang and Anne jumped. The practically complete silence had encompassed her so thickly that not even the noise of her friends in the next room seemed to affect her. She had been sitting there, unmoving, lost in her thoughts. She picked up the phone and slowly murmured, "hello?"

"Did I wake you?" Felix's voice was immediately reassuring. It felt almost like a shelter from the storm of emotions that was now bombarding her.

"No, no, I couldn't sleep."

"Oh, I'm glad not to have woken you... I guess... um... I'm outside the building. What room are you in?"

"WHAT?! Already? I'm in room 14B." Anne glanced at the clock, 9:31. He was right on time. After what seemed like barely two seconds after she hung up there was knock at the door. Anne got up, opened the door, and-- to her surprise-- saw Milk.

"Hey... um... I was wondering if you had some ice." Milk was wearing a purple short-shorts and a tight black top with spagetti straps and white lace at the neckline and along the bottom. She had on fishnets and black leather boots that went up to her knees. Her nails were painted black, she had on crimson lipstick, violet eyeshadow, and mascara. Her platinum blond hair was down and her icy blue eyes were fixed on Anne with a look of concern. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying. Where's Thom?"

Anne bit her lip. "Sorry, I don't have any ice, could you be going now?"

"Anne, what's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." Anne looked[was?] frantic, Felix would be here any minute and she seriously doubted that he would want Milk to see him. She didn't think that Milk would be willing to just walk away from her when she looked like she did; it was going to take quite a bit of quick thinking to get out of this situation.

"Umm... Milk... how much have you had to drink at the party?"

"Oh, just a bit. Y'know, just... a little." Anne nodded understandingly. she must have had quite a bit. This was to her advantage. Perhaps the situation would go more smoothly if Milk were more drunk, but any amount of alcohol in her would help.

"Come inside. Sit down on the bed, I don't have any chairs in here since you needed them all for the party, but the bed is quite comfortable."

"Yeah... I still think you should come back in. When you and Thom left I thought you two might be TOGETHER, but... I guess not. Do you know where he is, by the way?" Anne shook her head, her coppery hair swinging around her gently as she did so. It wasn't quite a lie, she didn't know where he really was exactly. There was another knock at the door, this one strong and impatient.

"Wait here, I'll go see who that is." Anne opened the door just a crack so that she could see out of it, but so that Milk could not see out and so that she could not be seen from the outside.

"Hey. My GOD, you look awful!" Anne shushed Felix before he could say anytong else.

"Milk is inside," she whispered, "She's drunk from the party that everyone is holding next door so I think we could pass you off as a halucination."

"You really think that'll work?"

"It has before."

"Good point. Okay, let me in."

"Are you sure you're ready to see her?" Felix hesitated, thinking about Milk. Thinking about why he had done what he did. Thinking about the various dreams he'd had of what could've happened. Thinking about how much he loved her.

"No, I'm not, but the question is, will I ever be?" Anne nodded understandingly and opened the door to let him in. He walked in slowly, cautiously, afraid of what might happen, of what he might do, of what SHE might do. Anne walked ahead of him. Her concern for Felix seemed to have caused her to stop thinking of her own problems. "This is an unexpected complication," thought Felix, "but things could be worse, Sam could be here, also. As long as I can help Anne to avoid repeating past mistakes, then anything that happens will be worth it." It was then that he saw her, sitting on the bed, her hands placed delicately on her lap, her blonde hair curled into beautiful, golden ringlets that he imagined to be how an angel's hair would look. She didn't look drunk- the only visible sign was the slight glaze over her eyes. He tried to say something, but his words were caught in his throat. Milk had not yet spotted him and he thought about turning around and walking out the door so that she never would have to. He got himself under control and walked into the room. Milk's face drained of blood. She did the one thng that Felix had hoped she wouldn't do: she screamed.