The night was young and my hair was looking pretty darn good. I had a black mini-skirt on with a matching black low-cut sweater that made me look innocent. And Innocent I was!
Downtown Los Angeles, driving in a chic BMW with the top down, heading to my first club. I was sixteen and my cousin was 25. I had gone down to L.A for a week as a birthday gift from my parents and stayed in my cousins cool apartment in Pasadena. We had decided that it was time for me to discover this clubbin' experience so we headed down to a hip new dance club that had just opened. We tried our hardest to make myself look like 18, and although our attempts were in vain, the club bouncer let me in only because my cousin sweet talked him into it. Nervous as I was, my face showed the complete opposite. I walked confidently and smiled to all those who were giving me stares. I had never been to a club before and getting used to an atmosphere like that was quite a task. The loud music sang while my cousin and I found a table. And then he caught my eye; 5'12, athletic-built, asian and oh so hot. I knew I wanted to dance with him as soon as I had layed my eyes on him. Coaxed my my cousin, I made my way past him and made sure he caught my eye...minutes later, we were hitting it off on the dance floor. My heart raced and my eyes glittered as I danced my heart away on that Hollywood floor. There was nowhere else I wanted to be, but right there dancing with him.
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