Walking down a street while walking your dog seems like a normal thing to do but being dragged by the dog to the park while you have just woken up is a whole another fu-*censored* problem.
“Pepper, stop running you dumb dog.” I screamed- very loudly I may add- as the golden spaniel starting pulling the lease more quickly. He barked in amusement but kept on running with me limping behind him and scowling.
“Slow down!” I groaned my eyes half closed. I was thinking about Black Ops and how awesome I am at it when a sudden whirlwind of black and red suddenly crashed into me and I let go of pepper’s lease, falling on the ground with brown hair in my face. My nose tickled and I scrunched up my nose in an attempt to stop the sneeze when the owner of the brown hair looked up, her violet eyes staring into mine in utter amusement and took my breath away. I stared in fascination at her sparkling mischievous unique eyes. Her sweet-heart shaped face turned up in glee and delight as she stood up and looked behind her before clapping her hands causing me to gawk at her. She looked back at me, her brown hair disheveled yet looking perfect around her face, the waves flowing down her shoulders with red highlights. She gave me a hand to help me up yet her posture and expression were in the world of her own. Pepper barked beside me, trying to know the new comer. I stood astonished at the sight before me. She wasn’t perfect, she wasn’t flawless but her imperfections had me spell-bound to the cemented path. Her bitten pink lips were turned up in a ghost of a grin and her body radiated contagious enthusiasm. My brain registered her smell, the smell of chocolates and men deodorants.
“Hello?” I said finally breaking out of my fascination even though my eyes lingered up her body. She was short, probably 4’9 or 5’0, a red angry bird t-shirt, black hoodie and black jeans covering her petite body. Her curves evident in her clothes, she wasn’t model slim neither too bulky, her body curved at some places but otherwise she was an average girl. An average girl who had me astounded at her appearance.
“A simple hello can lead to a million things, human.” She replied, her eyes shining in merriment and lips turned up in a racy smirk. Her violet eyes inspected my body meticulously, going over my tanned skin, broad shoulders and messy mop of blonde hair before she sent me a wink and ran off, leaving me bewildered at the quick encounter. I stared off at her running form until it disappeared when she turned a corner and took Pepper’s lease as I started the walk to the park again. My mind revolving around the brunette beauty with her fair skin and tantalizing eyes. I heard a shout echo behind me and I turned back to see a very angry man, he looked like a chef with his apron but a very red chef. And I don’t mean as in embarrassed- angry- humiliated red, I mean red like as in red paint. His beady eyes narrowed on me and I stifled a laugh at the ridiculous looking man. He turned around, his feathers covered butt in full on view to me.
“You, you teenager did you see a girl?” He asked, moving his hands a bit too much.
“Um…I’m a guy, of course I see girls.” I answered, furrowing my brows at his question which made him roll his eyes.
“A girl with brown hair, she was wearing black clothes.” He exclaimed, the frustration clear in his voice. Jeez, this guy needed to relax. I know he was talking about the violet eyed hurricane that had crashed into me but I didn’t want to rat her out so I shook my head earning a very angry grunt from the chef who raised his hands in dissatisfaction. I wondered all the way to the park and back of the wild eyed brunette and what she had done to the chef that had turned him into a red lollipop with a feathery butt.
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The following night I woke up to the sound of tapping on my window. Drowsily I got out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat my dad had bought me in an attempt to make me more athlete-ish. Making my way towards the window, I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock, noting that the time was two am. The shimmery moonlight fell into my room through a crack in the curtains, my heart quickened as another tap came and I lifted the curtain to a side, slowly moving to look outside into the dark starry night. The sight before me left me flabbergasted as the baseball bat fell from my hand and landed on my leg with a loud thump. Letting out a low yelp, I looked outside again. My parents were really heavy sleepers so they probably hadn’t waked up to the noise. I looked down in my front yard, pinching my arm to be sure I wasn’t dreaming or anything but the pinch hurt like hell so I was pretty sure it was the reality. Opening my window I stuck my head out, looking at a very spell-binding sexy imperfect brunette. Her features were illuminated by the moonlight, falling perfectly on her skin, making her violet eyes more visible.
“Bloody hell. That took so much time. You sleep like a cow you know that.” She said, speaking to me like we had known each other for a long time. I gave her a quizzical look as my eyes wandered down her body, drinking in her features. I had no idea why I was attracted to this girl but damn…..that girl. “Yeah yeah, you don’t know me. Well, of course you don’t. You are a hermit. But a hermit who helped me so thank you, your hermitness. I would like to treat you with a drink for not ratting me out to Mr. Angry feather butt.” She finished with a bow, before giving me her alluring gaze.
“You’re welcome?” I replied, questionably, still confused at what was happening.
“So you coming or what?” She said, sitting down on the ground with her legs folded. “I don’t have all night.”
“Isn’t it a bit late?” I replied, looking at the time and folding my arms.
“I have loved the stars too fondly to be scared of the night.” She said, pouting a little. I frowned at the reference trying to remember who said that before voicing my question. “No idea. I just learn the words not the names. So are you coming or what? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
I thought for a moment, gazing at the impish brunette in front of me. Her violet eyes never left my hazel ones as her hair blew softly in the wind making me want to run my hands through it. My eyes fell on her lips, even from this distance I could see that she had a habit of biting her lips because it was evident on her plush pink lips.
“Okay.” I said, before I could back out and a full teeth grin spread on her face, enlightening her pixilated face.
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TA DAAAA! So here's the First story, I wrote it because I have some type of likeness for quotes and while I was randomly reading quotes, I got this idea and wrote it down! It's my first story from a boy's Point of View! If you guys like it, comment or vote to tell me your opinions on it! And if you guys do like it, tell me whether you would want it to turn into a normal teen fiction story or a fantasy one? I have ideas for both! But remember I may or may not turn this tiny chapter into a story, depends on feedback mostly!
That's all for now, Folks! Peace and Mustaches!
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