"Midnight in Paris" ( Story)

Hey everybody! It's a boring Sunday night and there's nothing to do. I read the title of Jake's earlier post (Midnight in Paris) and thought of how beautiful it sounded. I immediately put on some smooth jazz cuz I could and wrote a short story because I have nothing better to do. Enjoy this little thingamabob. (I've never been to Paris though lol)

Here's some music to go along with this story: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=93C-WsxM-dY

Midnight in Paris by Angie Fundoo

    A cool breeze gently ruffled her long dirty blonde hair as she listened to the quiet murmurs of the night city. The black sky seemed as if it had been strewn with sparkling jewels, making the chilly night even more pretty. Paris really is amazing, she thought as she turned back around in her tall metal chair to face her chocolate haired partner, who was leaning over the back of the chair like he was a coat. Soft, smooth jazzy tunes flowed from small speakers connecting to his phone. 

"Max," she cooed quietly. Max slowly sat up and turned to face her, his warm, light green eyes sparkling in the moonlight. 

"Ah, Helen. Finally done ignoring me and falling in love with the city instead?" His gentle teasing made Helen roll her blue eyes but did manage to elicit a giggle from her. Helen placed her hands on the metal table. Max immediately took her cold hands into his. The couple sat there for a while, until the gorgeous moonlight scene was too much. They leaned in close, their faces slowly getting closer, turning into the correct position, their soft lips about to touch, when a loud noise broke the silence of the romantic city. Helen gasped in pain and shot back. Her hand was covering her heart, and when she drew it away, it was covered in a thick crimson liquid that shone so beautifully in the innocent light of the moon. A very unladylike screech burst from her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head. Max rushed to her side, but it was too late. He threw his head back and sobbed, begging the passerbys for comfort. 

But they weren't going to give it. After all, these kinds of things always happened at midnight in Paris.

End

So...yeah.

Good night, guys.

 -Frost