They always said that maturity comes with age but who can make them believe that maturity comes with experience.

Youngest in her family, loved by all a perfect example of Barbie.... is actually an Annabelle.

"I hate snow", she shouted.It was noon,snow all around her started melting a little too fast and it was getting difficult for her to wait for the bus. Amidst the hustle bustle of the city, she was all alone. Darkness was calling her and nothing seem to help her push the memories back and than darknes took over she was back to her old house seeing things she never wanted to see, same house same smiling faces. Taking deep breaths she pushed those memories back, trying her best not to think about it again until she was safe in her apartment that she rented far away from her old house where no one knows who and from where she is. Standing near the bus station she slowly opened her eyes again, Something or maybe someone caught her attention standing on the other side of station. Wearing full black hoodie,black jeans and a pair of black fila shoes with a dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes like an ocean ready to drown you inside, long thick eyelashes which can make a girl jealous for and pink kissable lips.

She have never seen anyone as handsome and .. beautiful as him. Her heart started beating rapidly no one no one has ever made her feel like this. She was so engaged in gawking at him that she almost missed her bus. Climbing on the bus she once again turned left to watch him but he was no longer there. Soon all her excitement started fading and she was back to her old self.

When she reached her apartment she grabbed a beer from the stock she bought a week before, she always had the stock ready. The dark memories of her past which she recalled earlier on bus station was still fresh in her mind than she remembered the guy, one that made her heart beat like crazy. She didn't noticed that a smile appeared on her lips, when she closed her eyes she could still see him in front of her. Her hand started itching to paint him in one of her canvas. It was weird experience for her as she have not painted in ages. But something about him forced her to start once again.

She pulled her bedroom door open and took out the canvas and painting materials she kept under her bed. It was covered in dust blowing the top she dusted it and started painting him. It was 4 o'clock when she was done. Looking at the painting in front of her she realised what she has done."No, no, noo", she repeated again and again. She don't want to again the same path. Never in her lifetime she wanted to repeat the history. Grabbing her phone and purse she walked out of her apartment to the nearest bar.

She was drunk beyond her tolerance when she vaguely heard someone calling her name. "Kate, Kate, come on now girl wake up or I will kick ya out". Sighing he pulled her up on her feet and carried her in his arms, feeling a sense of familiarity she buried her head in his neck breathing softly on his neck. Seeing her close to him made his heart flutter, he has liked her for a long tome. Still carrying her in his arms he walked towards her apartment which was two blocks away. Her apartment was not fancy but was situated right under the cherry blossoms tree, whenever he comes here he cannot help but get mesmerized by it's view.

Grabbing her firmly with one of his hand he tried to get her purse. He was just few centimeters away from her lips, that rosy lips with a hint of lil lip gloss made her lips look like it was ready to be kissed.

Shaking his head he pulled open the door and carried her inside. Her apartment was not one of those he expected.... it was painted in black, white and golden. He has never seen anyone mostly girls painting their home Black, white and gold it was weird combination for him. Her bedroom was cozy with a two windows on left from where the Cherry Blossom tree was visible and her room was painted with light purple and white shade.

He tugged her under her blanket and turned on the heater.When he lied her down on her bed she felt a chill and grabbed him ,not letting go. Seeing no choice but to stay made him excited and also afraid. Afraid of how she will react seeing him inside her bedroom.

It has been year since he first saw her in New Orleans.She is more of a introvert in his eyes, she always keeps to herself, seldom she talks to girls or boys of her ages. He has spotted her in Bourbon Street bar sometimes and today was one of his lucky day.

It was summer when he got to know her.Thinking about their encounter made him laugh. He was ready to get drunk and wasted when he spotted her, getting harassed by an elderly probably in his early forties. He was halfway through when he was struck by the view in front, she was on top of the man. She was so fast in her action that he missed the show but by the view of it, it seemed like she has kicked him flat and he passed out maybe of too much alcohol or .. her kick. From than on no one ever tried hitting on her. New Orleans is a small city people their are like a big family and the news spread fast. That was the reason no one tried reaching her when she was drunk and half asleep earlier in the bar.

He was not close to her but was considered her Only friend in Orleans....... in his view.

Feeling something beside her, she opened her eyes to take a look but her headache was worst than before, she tried to focus on the figure,it was all blur. She only managed to figure out that it was a man when she felt bile rising in her throat, she tried to grab the bedside but failed miserably. She was about to fall when someone caught her and carried her into the bathroom. After puking three to four times she felt much better than before. When she was cleaning her mouth she remembered the figure who helped her earlier turning back she saw the face of the intruder. Wearing a black shirt rolled up exposing his bulging veins with a blue denim. Curled up messy blonde hair with hazel eyes.He is one of hottest guy she laid her eyes on but nothing compared to the one she last saw near the bus station with blue eyes.

She was drawn back to the time when she was interrupted by the man in front of her."Am I so hot that you cannot help but stare", regaining her composure she rolled her eyes pushed him back and went to rest on one of her couch in the living room. He followed her behind a smile plastered on his face, seeing that he was teasing her she tried to kick him but failed, she was weak after puking and have not eaten since yesterday. Once again resting on the couch and making herself comfortable she took a glass of water. "Chris, what are you doing here"? He smiled and took a seat near her trying his best not to stare at her messy look which was making him uneasy. " I picked you up from the roadside and carried you here all the way, instead of being grateful to me you are being rude to me that broke my little heart". She punched her but with her current strength it didn't bother him a bit. She smiled seeing his eyes glistening with joy, he was after all his first friend she made in New Orleans. He was opposite of her, he is the sunshine of the city everyone knows him here,he had something in him that made people easily attracted to him.

Seeing him sitting right beside her gave her a feeling which she has not felt in ages. After coming to New Orleans she never had a chance to hang out with any boy. Waking up with a hangover and a handsome man beside you always makes things difficult. And Kate was nothing different, she could feel the heat rising up between them and the awkward silence made it worse.She wanted to say something to make the atmosphere better but her body was against her mind. Till the time she made her mind, he had already decided. Getting up from the couch he helped her up and seeing her not pulling back he carried her to her bedroom and laid her down and turned back ready to get out of here."Rest well and take the medicine it's on the table, I will be leaving ". With that he was out of the room in a speed of lightning.