Chapter 3: Vanished and Exposed
They had been driving around for a good twentyminutes before they both agreed to go to the club. Actually, itdidn’t take much to convince JC once she mentioned that hewould have the opportunity to dance the night away with her.
Mya scooted up on her stool, resting her elbowson the counter as she twirled her straw in her drink. She lookedout the corner of her eye aware of a particular person sizing herup and it sort of flattered her.
"Do you want to dance now?" She asked,her voice ripping through the sensual thoughts he was possessingof her.
"Oh…uh sure." JC took one lastsip of his drink and held his hand out to her.
Mya pulled her shirt down as she took his handsauntering to the dance floor. Her arms linked around his neckand his arms found their way to her waist.
JC watched her immensely as she danced in hisarms. Her movements were making him weak in the knees, and morearoused than usual as she grinded towards him. He felt as if shewas doing this purposely because every time he looked at her, hecould’ve sworn she winked back. He started to ask her of herintentions, but shrugged and decided against it.
After spending a few more hours on the dancefloor and downing a couple, meaning two more drinks they wenthome. They shared an interesting conversation during the rideback, but not based on what happened previously at the club.
"Ah…" Mya sighed plopping downon her couch as JC shut the door before joining her.
Mya grabbed the remote and turned on the stereo,allowing Sade’s exquisite voice to float through the air.
"Can I get you something to drink?"Mya offered.
"No that’s okay I’m fine."
"Alright suit yourself." She pushedherself up from the couch, going into the kitchen.
"Hey Rambo." She patted her head andmassaged her smooth black coat.
JC glanced around her living room. There wereseveral paintings hanging on the walls. She had a glass cabinetfor her awards placed in the corner. The Grammy, which she wonrecently, sat alone on the top shelf. The variety of her stylefascinated him along with the luscious aroma lingering in thehouse.
Rambo jumped up on the couch, lying down nextto him. She looked him the eyes rested her head on his lap.
"Hey girl." JC patted her head gently.
"I guess she likes you." Mya returnedwith a bottle of Fruitopia and she was now wearing her pajamas, apair of white drawstring shorts and a baby tee.
JC’s lips formed a crooked grin as hecocked his head to the side. His eyes trailed up from her legs to…
Mya noticed him sizing her up again, "Whatnow?" She asked folding her arms across her chest andtapping her fuzzy slipper against the floor.
"Oh nothing." That was the secondtime she caught him tonight.
Mya smirked sitting down on the couch, foldingher legs; indian style.
JC whistled tapping his foot as they sat insilence, the sound of music barely heard.
"Well…what should we talk about?"He spoke up.
"I didn’t know you wanted to talk youshould’ve said something." Mya insisted.
"Well, I believe in letting a women speakher mind first." He would rather hear her voice instead ofhis.
Mya smiled brightly, "Oh really?" Shesipped her drink.
JC nodded sensing that he said something, whichattracted her to him. Maybe not as much as he had hope, but therewas something there.
"Okay since you want me to go first. Letme thank you for hanging out with me today."
"Oh. Don’t worry about it." Hemade it seem as if it wasn’t a big deal though it made hisday much better.
"No really. I don’t usually get timeto go out and I doubt that you do. So I’m glad we both got achance to relax and have some fun for once." Mya smiled.
Now it was his turned to speak. However, hecouldn’t think of anything besides complimenting her, buther didn’t want to come on too strong.
"You know it’s funny that I havenothing to say." He decided.
"Come on. I know you have something inthat clever mind of yours." She tapped his forehead with herfinger.
Oh he had plenty in his mind, but was itsuitable enough for her delicate ears to hear…not at all.She would probably slap him if she knew what he thought of her.
He had to make sure he chose his wordscarefully, "Can I ask you a question? That’s if you don’tmind?"
"It depends on what it is?" Myaraised her eyebrow at him.
"Oh."
"No, I’m just kidding go head."She urged.
"Well a lot of times people say your shyand everything but due to previous experience, I beg to differ."JC explained.
Mya snickered, "Are you referring to theway I was dancing with you at the club?" She wondered.
"Maybe?" JC answered quickly, makingher laugh.
"See when it comes to dancing or singing…"
JC shifted positions, showing complete interestin what she was saying.
"I let loose and the rhythm of the musicfloats through my body. It’s just easy to loose controlsometimes. I love to dance though, it gets me in the mood…"
JC made a mental note of that last statement.
Mya laughed at the amusing expression on hisface, but she love the fact that he was interested in theirconversation.
"However, around people, especially when Iget uncomfortable sometimes I tend to hold back. And most of thetime I don’t say much, I just let the other person do allthe talking. But see I’m comfortable around you. I guess youfigured that out though, because I haven’t shut up."She laughed at how silly she made herself look.
"No not at all."
"See I told you." Mya laughed again.
"No, no that’s not what I meant. Iwas very interested in what you had to say."
"Really?" Mya grinned widely.
He blushed a little, clearly embarrassed.
"Yeah well…I should be going now."JC glanced at his watch and stood up.
"Yeah. It’s getting late." Myastood up also, walking him to the door.
JC turned to face her as he reached the door.
"Next time we go out I get to choose."He insisted.
Mya giggled, "Deal. See you." Shewaved.
"See you. Bye Rambo." He gave her aquick hug, then left in his car.
JC sighed falling back on the bed. He looked upinto the sky for awhile just staring at the stars, then he sat upagainst the headboard of his king size bed. When he saw thejournal resting on his nightstand, he gasped.
"Damn it. I forgot." JC snapped,slapping himself upside the head.
He was so caught up in his own happiness foronce, that he didn’t think of returning it to her.
JC glanced over at the journal again, "ManI really have to get it back to her." He had it for a wholeday now, what if while he was busy yelling at himself for beingso stupid, she was tearing her room apart looking for it.
He glanced over at it for the third time. Itwas something about her journal that continued to grab hisattention every time he stole a glimpse of it. Maybe it wasbecause her name was engraved on the front it. On the other hand,it contained her most personal feelings and experiences. JCretrieved the journal from the nightstand, tempted to open it,and not looking for a number to call this time.
But why was it necessary for him to know herinnermost feelings and thoughts? Was he obsessed with her or thesomething? No, but what would you expect from a lonely guy indesperate need of a little love and companionship.
There had to be something in here about herideal man, there had to be! Or Maybe she wrote down the qualitiesof a man that seemed attractive to her, sure she did.
JC let his curiosity get the best of him andsoon found himself flipping through the pages of her journal (Hermost prized possession). Although, he felt the guilt arousingwith him, his curiosity level prevailed.
December 2, 2001
10:15 p.m.
I don’t have much time so I’m goingto make this quick. Tonight’s performance was incredible. Ithink I did very well, except for the part when my partner sortof messed up but I don’t think anyone noticed. You know it’sweird, after the show a guy came up to me backstage. He wasattractive but I didn’t really like him, he was tooverconfident. So I autographed a picture for him, told him I wasflattered and he went about his way. Why can’t I ever find aguy who’s my type. You know someone, who listens, is intodeep conversations, and makes me laughs. If I had the time to gointo depth detail I would, but I got to go—10:40 p.m.
JC recited the last few comments in his head.In many ways her love life was similar to his, except she hadpropositions coming her way left and right.
JC closed the journal and placed it on thenightstand. He turned off the lamp as his head sinking down inthe soft pillows. He sighed and folded his hands behind his head,imagining what it would feel like to be her "type".
Mya finished off the last of the vanilla icecream and threw the bucket in the trash. She turned off all thelights and trotted down the long hallway towards her bedroom. Myasighed bouncing down on her bed, she was about to fall asleepuntil she realized she didn’t complete her journal entryfrom last night.
She reached down into her bag, feeling for thebook with the engraved letters on it--Nothing. She immediatelybegan to panic.
Mya jumped off the bed damn near crying, "Whereis it, where is it!" She tossed her clothes around the roomcarelessly.
"Shit." She pulled recklessly at herlong hair. This was bad…really, really bad!