Lovers And Sinners (Part 2: KIA)

I pretended to read, but I watched her. My eyes took notice of everything she did. The way she laughed, the way she walked, her expressions.. I noticed every move of hers.
She looked beautiful. Beautiful in a way I could never be.
When Peter came into our room, I felt myself burn. I saw them kiss, and I noticed how Serena held on to him.
Watching them walk out of the room, I close my book and go through Serena's wardrobe. I pick up her favourite dress. Peter had gifted it to her a few months ago.
I put it on, and let my hair down. I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile.
The dress hung low on my body, making my curves perfectly visible. I dab some makeup on my face and apply Serena's perfume.
Putting myself in her shoes, I walk around and laugh. I laugh a 'Serena laugh' and I feel like Serena does. it was just the taste of Peter's lips that I wanted to feel now..

Coming next: Peter(Part 1) :)

Comments

  1. RahulNovember 10, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    interesting...:-)

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  2. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺November 10, 2011 at 9:05 AM

    Poor girl...She can put make up on her face..but not to her heart :/

    Good one...waiting for the continuation

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  3. Confused SoulNovember 10, 2011 at 9:32 AM

    Omg I see the evil side.. Bless Serena.. :/

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  4. S.November 10, 2011 at 10:00 AM

    Lovely one..she cant pretend fr long but :)

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  5. R-A-JNovember 10, 2011 at 10:47 AM

    Hey PhilO, I can't believe u're just 17 :)

    really nice continuation of the story.. am thinkin how u'd end the story.. :)

    so nw u hv ur character's tryin to fill in the shoes of the sister.. love the way u weave the story in such a simple way.. what adds to the thrill is the fact tht both r identical twins n the suble differences make up fr such big differences...

    waitin fr the next :)

    Supa work, PhilO :)

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  6. Brian MillerNovember 10, 2011 at 3:17 PM

    oo this is taking a rather interesting and dark turn...i like...cant wait to see where it goes...

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  7. Rahul BhatiaNovember 10, 2011 at 3:20 PM

    The unfolding of story is so similar to unfolding layers of onion! Very enjoyable and await the next layer...

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  8. Red HandedNovember 10, 2011 at 10:56 PM

    Ah Devilish!! Just the way I like it..Bring it on!! EVIL!!!!

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  9. CяystalNovember 11, 2011 at 2:54 AM

    OMG! Don't steal Peter away now .. damn ! And it was too effing well written .. you could feel the envy in which she was seething seeing Peter n Serena kiss..
    This is going well. :D

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  10. Hamza Zia KhanNovember 11, 2011 at 6:15 AM

    Something is building up, I can sense it. but seriously, I feel like I hate the main character. She has no respect for her sister. Very good. My anticipation level is full bars.

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  11. Pramoda MeduriNovember 11, 2011 at 7:25 PM

    wah baby..grt expressions.. what next? kiss? or something else? post it soo ..:)

    carry on the grt work..

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  12. suvaibaNovember 12, 2011 at 3:54 AM

    my comment
    OMG
    OMG
    OMG
    you know this is one post where i am expecting so much of action... the plot is si well sketched there is room for more than i can ever imagine...!
    you are soooooo BRILLIANT :))
    i love you
    i want one PETER too..!:P
    <3

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  13. Sujatha SathyaNovember 12, 2011 at 5:33 AM

    very interesting continuation
    holds the reader in :)

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  14. aakashNovember 15, 2011 at 11:36 AM

    Okay honest critic: I felt she should have had a conflict within.. she is just plain jealous
    lets see, what's ahead :)

    aJ

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