Ruby • gxg • ON HOLD

Ruby • Chapter One

Song Inspiration ~ Ruby by twenty one pilots
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Cameron's POV

It was raining in New York City. The tiny droplets of water pattering against the pavement. I was used to this weather, so I pulled out my white umbrella. All the tourists gave out a sigh, frantically trying to find their next landmark. I brushed my bangs away from my face and observed all the peoples happy chatters. Some people used hands to express their feelings, others kept a straight face. I finally found where I was heading; Starbucks.

I entered through the door, and warmth consumed me. The smell of coffee relaxed me, the soft chatter of people left me at ease. My favorite place to write. It was calm, serene almost. It left me in pure bliss.

I ordered hot chocolate, today. I wasn't in the mood for coffee. It was late in the afternoon, I didn't want a surge of energy at 11:00 pm again. I sat my umbrella and computer down on one of the chairs and waited for my hot chocolate.

"Cameron Rightson?" The barista called out. I quickly shuffled over to the barista, muttered a small thank you, and went back to my table.

I started up my laptop and looked through the window. The droplets of water were racing down the window, and making a puddle on the sidewalk. I put my caramel hair into a low ponytail and brushed my bangs out of my face, again. My bangs just never want me to see, I guess.

My laptop finally loaded and I quickly logged on to my tumblr. I had a great follower account, being a writer in all. My followers really like my writing prompts and OTP posts. I quickly re-blogged a few things, and finally decided that I should stop procrastinating and get to writing.

I unconsciously took a sip of my hot chocolate, not checking if it was hot. Frickity frack, I burnt my tongue. That's what I get for procrastinating, I thought.

I stared at my keyboard, thinking maybe the keyboard could give me at least a small idea. I've had writers block for weeks, now. My publishers like my stuff, they really do. They want me to appeal to younger readers, so they want a love interest for the main character.

I can't write about relationships. I've only been involved with two people, and it ended horribly. I had one relationship in middle school, that ended with me not wanting to kiss my boyfriend. Hey, I was only twelve, I just didn't want to. The other relationship was in college, and ended last year of college. That was the worst. He hooked up with, not one, but two, of his ex-girlfriends. On the same day, too. I hate him.

I sat in Starbucks for another hour, and eventually gave up. I started to play Papa's Freezeria, and then realized I should look for inspiration. I was determined. I tossed my empty Starbucks cup away, and headed out the door. Then, I realized I left my computer on the table, and I rushed back to get it.

I went back out the door, with less confidence than before, and walked. I didn't know where I was walking, but I hoped fate could help me out. I was hoping I could find a muse, or at least some form of inspiration. Maybe, I would meet a cute guy.

I had walked so far, I didn't know where I was. Then, I saw something I recognized, Central Park. Heck Yeah! I ran to one of the benches and sat on it.

I waited, and waited, and waited, but I found no inspiration. None, nothing. I mean, I saw a pigeon, but he tried to take my hot dog I got an hour ago. C'mon fate, help me out here.

It was getting dark out now, the lampposts producing light to the busy streets. I walked faster, I didn't want to be talked to by creepy men. Like no! I will not smile butt-hole!

It got even darker outside. Now, the Stars were out, like a million sparkles decorating the sky. I knew I was close to home, so I took my time. Maybe, fate has something for me.

I rounded the street corner, hands in my green jacket pockets. Just then, I ran into a body. My butt collided with the cement. I had a tight grip to my computer. I opened my eyes to see an angel.

"I'm sorry, love. Wasn't watching where I was going. You okay?" She asked. She got off of the cement, and brushed the invisible dirt off her blue jeans.

I took a moment to take in her features. The girl had ruby red curled hair and freckles across her pale cheeks. Her bright blue eyes were filled with concern. I nodded quickly to her question, then checking my pulse to make sure I didn't die. I didn't die, which surprised me, I mean I'm looking at an angel.

She gave my a crooked smile, shining perfect white teeth. The red-head lend me a hand, perfectly manicured, might I add. Red nail polish, I thought, I like it. She helped me up, then her expression had paled.

"Oh shit! I hope the paint is okay. It was so expensive." The girl said frantically. I wanted to say 'don't swear', but I couldn't. Her beauty was so stunning, I couldn't say a word. This has  never happened to me before, and thinking a girl was beautiful, astonished me.

She let a sigh of relief and mumbled along the lines of, "Thank God, the paint's okay."

"You have a cute nose, miss. It's like a little button." The girl said to me. My cheeks probably turned to the color of her hair. I looked down at my feet to avoid more embarrassment. Then, I did something I thought I could never do, speak to an angel.

"I assume y-you just... umm.. moved here, ri-right?" I spluttered out. She nods and smiles at me.

"I did, actually. I need some direction help. You're from around here, yeah?" She asked.

"Y-Yeah, I'm from a-round here." I said like an idiot.

"Good. Cool. Do you know where *insert street name because I have no knowledge of NYC* is at?" The redhead asked me.

"Th-that's close to where I-I live, ac-actually. Follow me," I said to her, "M-my name is Cameron."

The girl just smiles and says, "You're cute."
By now, my cheeks are probably stained red based on how many times I've blushed.

"Wh-what's all the paint for?" I questioned the girl.

"My apartment room. It's a big apartment and the building owners don't care about the paint. Christina, my stepmom, painted the room a shade of pink. Or at least that's what she said. But with my great arrival, that shade will turn to red." The redhead says.

"Tell me where you're from." I say, with confidence. I was surprised I didn't stutter.

"A bad place, sweetheart." Her smile had faltered and I quickly changed the subject.

I didn't know what to say, but the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "You're an angel."

It was her turn to blush now. Her face turned a light pink and she avoided my gaze.
"This is my spot, Cameron." She said. I swear, my heart almost stopped beating when she said my name. I could kiss her then and there, but I didn't move a muscle. She started to walk away.
"Wait!" I called out, "At least give me your number. I could show you around sometime. They have one of the best pizza places near here!"

I pulled a pen out of my pocket. I had a pen just in case I needed to jot something down for writing, if my computer was at home. This is like the only time I've used the pen.

I handed it to the redhead and she took the pen in her left hand. She wrote her number on my arm, with a name written above it. She gave me a wave goodbye, and started to walk to her apartment.

"Ruby," I whispered, "I like that name."