Any Minute Now...

1 - Sparks

Hayden.

"Olive, can I please have one more beer? Pretty please?" I asked Olive with a goofy smile on my face, towering on her. But instead of answering my goddamn question, she just ignored me. The fuck, Olive? I frowned and stood up straight and then took a sip on my beer. Yes, I still have a beer but I wanted more. I'm clearly drunk—I am certainly aware of that. I've drank a lot of glasses of beer. I can't even remember how many. Psh, fuck numbers.

I turned to my right and saw people dancing like there's no tomorrow. Lots of 'em are having fun on the dancefloor. Some dancing while flirting, and some dancing and just dancing. The moves and grooves of them acted like a magnet to me that draws me closer and closer to the dancefloor and dance like an idiot. I didn't hate that idea, so I just let my feet lead me to the real party out there. But as I was walking, a man bumped into me that made my beer spill all over us. Having wet and sticky beer all over your pants is not really the right way to enjoy the night. I looked at him that was in shock and annoyance. His trousers were soaked too.

"What the hell? Miss, your fucking beer is on my fucking pants now!" He yelled. I slightly winced, knowing that I really angered the shit out of him. But may I remind this young lad that HE was the one who bumped into me? The fault is both ours!

But no. I don't care about that anymore. My beer! It's gone now! It's everywhere! I paid for that stupid beer and just ended up being on the floor. I reluctantly knelt down and tried putting the spilled beer back on the glass. But it was no use. It just made my hands soaked too. Goddammit, why this mess?

"Miss, are you serious now?" I heard the man say and then helped me up. I couldn't fight back the tears that were betraying me from falling down my cheeks. But I had to—there's a stranger in front of me. Well guess what, I'm a wimpy baby. Tears are already falling. Way to go, Hayden. His face was full of disgust and annoyance and confusion and whatever the hell it is, I couldn't tell.

"I-I'm sorry I had to bump into you. I didn't mean it, I swear." I started whimpering. I wanted to stop but I really don't know how and it pisses me off.

"Why were you picking up the beer?" He asked, hinting curiosity and at the same time, disgust. He then started drying off my hands using his shirt. I looked at him straight in the eye. His eyes were pitch black. They were beautiful. He had long eyelashes. Then his eyebrows—they were fucking full and beautiful. Why do guys' eyelashes and eyebrows have to be prettier than us women? It's so unfair!

"You gonna talk or what?"

"Well I spent money on that beer and-and it's such a waste soooo..." I didn't dare finish my sentence. Thinking about my reason again made me think I'm such a fool. Yes it's a waste but I can't drink it anymore. I sometimes hate to be this drunk. Tears were starting to get out of my eyes again like they wanted to break free from my eyes that seems to be their prison.

He looked around him and then back at me, grasping my arms, "Stop crying now, will you? Others would think I hurt you or something. I don't want that. Do you want that?" I quickly shook my head no. I didn't want to upset him even more. He looked down and then sighed and finally let go of me. His grip was actually tight, it kinda hurt.

"I'll buy you a drink." He sighed once again. My face lit up like a light bulb. It kinda sobered me up.

"Really? You'll really do that?"

"Well I'm really the one to blame 'bout your drink being spilt. So, it's the least I can do." He shrugged and then walked towards the bar and sat. I did find somewhere beside him to sit so I took my chance. He ordered one glass of beer to the bartender and straight up did his job.

Wait, what about Olive? She's alone, and if this guy is gonna buy me a beer or something, who's gonna be with Olive? I frowned at the thought of that. I hate being away from her sometimes.