Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 2B :: The Stupid Cat That Never Found His Way Home

Chapter 2B :: The Stupid Cat That Never Found His Way Home

Colin's POV:

BONK!

Oh, don't mind me... that's just the retarded sound of my retarded head hitting the retarded motel room desk in frustration.

Why am I frustrated?

For the first time since middle school, a girl is messing with my head.

What can I say? Puberty was actually nice to me... not that it's helping in this situation.

I rubbed my bleary eyes with the back of my hand and forced them to focus once more. I resorted to the method I used when doing homework in high school: I stared at my computer screen and willed the work to magically be done. As it turns out, folks, I didn't (and still don't) wield magic powers that solve problems for me.

My eyes involuntarily strayed to her new picture neatly displayed in the top corner of her iCupid profile page. Most people would think that the last picture was better suited for an internet dating site seeing as this one didn't show any of her body but her face. I wholeheartedly disagreed. I hadn't thought it would be possible, but this photo made me more intrigued than before.

She stood in the middle of a large lawn dressed in white plastic scrubs. Splashes of bright, neon paint were beginning to run down from their initial impact points and there were small pieces of burst rubber, feathers, and glitter haphazardly clinging to her. A little boy sat upon her shoulders, holding a water balloon in each hand, one in the process of bursting on her head and the other frozen in the air. An army of similarly splattered children stood in the background, also in the middle of launching messy projectiles at the young woman. Her mouth was wide open in shock, but it was plainly obvious that she was amused as well.

Overall, it looked like she was having a good time. I found myself wishing I were part of that fun-filled moment.

I had gotten back from partying with Josh and Mike an hour ago, but I was still trying to decide on my best plan of attack for "accidentally" running into Tigerlilly again. I had to resist the urge to bang my head on the desk again.

For the nth time that night, I pulled up Tigerlilly's "A Day In The Life" page. I settled down to read it and pick it apart.

"I like experiencing a lot of things in life, so I hardly have what would be called 'a normal routine' aside from showing up at work.

That being said... there are a few activities I like enough to repeat them.

The foremost of which would be hanging out with the Paper Hats Gang. We do everything together, man! If a guy ever got in between me and my gang... gang would trump. Hands down.

Another thing I like to do is visit people at the hospital... I know it sounds weird and slightly morbid, but pretty much everyone there would like someone to talk to. Over the years I've made a lot of friends there and I like being someone they can lean on in times of need.

I'm kind of addicted to hot chocolate. I absolutely must get at least a cup a day. I haunt Starbucks like the living dead. When I'm there and have the time, I grab a seat by the fire and sketch some of the interesting people I see. By no means am I a good artist, but I still like to try. A lot of the work goes to people at the hospital... I'm kind of their eyes and ears outside of the hospital."

While all of the things she did were admirable, they were the source of my frustration. She gave away no location that I could stake out and wait until she came.