A Blissful Secret [Kyung Soon & Alice in Wonderland]
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				Title: <strong>A Blissful Secret [Kyung Soon &amp; Alice in Wonderland]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kyung Soon</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:49:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>[size=9]Ä вℓỉЅЅƒụℓ ѕэçяє†[/size]</strong><br><br><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">© Kyung Soon and Alice in Wonderland</span></div><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g145/x_JustKathy_x/0c1b1ccd.jpg)</div> Kloe Adams was an average liberal arts student, attending Colorado State University, located in the humble city of Fort Collins. She was twenty-two-years-old, five-foot-six-inches tall, and had the softly curved body of a woman that never quite got the figure she wanted, no matter how often she exercised. Her hair was a long mass of dark brown curls (usually gathered into a low ponytail of sorts) and her eyes were a bright, undeniably pale green hue. With such striking eyes against the dark, Italian olive skin of her complexion Kloe looked, in a word, exotic. Not exactly beautiful, but certainly not ordinary, Kloe's rounded cheeks and narrow chin gave her a sweet, heart-shaped face, accentuated serenely with a bowed mouth. Her lower lip was perhaps slightly larger than the top, but such an imperfection made her all the more human.<br><br>And at the moment, that pouting lip was being chewed on in a thoughtful, habitual way. <br><br>"Miss Adams, what are you still doing in here?"<br><br>Kloe glanced over her shoulder and saw the balding head of her music history professor and smiled.<br><br><strong>"Just finished putting up my stands, Doctor Carpenter,"</strong> she said, snapping her locker shut. <strong>"I'm going up to the mountains this holiday, and I wanted to bring my violin along, just in case."</strong> The professor nodded pleasantly at this information and smiled.<br><br>"It's good to see that some students will keep their talents sharp over a three-week break. Happy holidays!"<br><br><strong>"You, too!"</strong> Checking the time, Kloe let out a mumbled curse, then grabbed her violin case. It was nearly noon, and she was supposed to meet Ian at his dorm across campus. Nervous warmth spread across her stomach, and she breathed in, trying to calm herself. Since her freshman year at CSU, she'd been involved with second-year law student, Ian Murphy, and this winter break, he'd invited her to come along with him to their family holiday get together, up in the Rockies. They were a very well to do family from what she knew about them, and this was the first time she was going to meet his parents and younger sister. It had her nerves frazzled. <br><br>As she exited the music building, the Colorado winter air assailed her, sharp and unforgiving. Her blue scarf whipped around her thick, white down coat, and Kloe reached up with one hand to tug her matching blue beanie down over her ears more securely. Feeling the wind, she was instantly grateful that she'd worn a thick turtleneck sweater (a dark green color), and heavy, water-resistant black snow pants over her thin faded jeans. Her feet were tucked snuggly into a pair of knee-high, white snow boots, and all together, she looked, at least, fashionably accepted. Quickly, Kloe rushed across campus, cutting through the quad to get to Ian's dorm building, and was happy to see that he was just then coming out. Grinning, she waved wildly.<br><br>Ian Murphy glanced up, smiled, then waved back. He was garbed in a large black dress coat (very sophisticated), and slacks, and had a scarf and gloves on. Everything was colored to match, and she nearly snorted in laughter at how presentable he looked compared to her. Hopefully his parents didn't expect her to be dressed up formally! Jogging over to her through the slush, Ian gave her a greeting hug and kiss.<br><br>"I've got all our stuff packed into the beetle already," he said with a confident grin. "Are you ready?"<br><br><strong>"I am,"</strong> Kloe said, holding her instrument case up. <strong>"Are we meeting your family up at the lodge?"</strong> He nodded.<br><br>"Yea, they just called. They're about thirty minutes from it. It'll take about an hour or so for us to get there, if traffic is good. Do you have everything you need?"<br><br><strong>"I do! Let's go, let's go!"</strong><br><br>Together, they clambered into the blue beetle Ian owned and buckled into their seats. Christmas music spilled from the radio station he had tuned into and giggling, Kloe leaned back and closed her eyes. Something told her that she was going to absolutely love the ski lodge and resort.
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