"Come on lass, ye' can't be like this forever." Your best friend Allistor stared down at you, his large red eyebrows furrowed.
"Please Allistor, this is my life." You ran a hand through your hair. Your cracked black nails shone dully in the light from the overhead lamp. You twirled the charcoal piece between your fingers, staring at the portrait you had been shading.
"How are ye' gunna find a man?"
"You sound like Felix, besides I have you."
He sighed and shook his head, "I mean like a boyfriend."
"Don't need one." You chewed on your thumb nail, staring hard at the portrait, something was missing.
Suddenly the sketch pad was ripped rather forcefully from your hands. Allistor tossed it onto the table and grabbed your arm.
"We're goin' ta' a cafe."
"WHAT? NO!!" You shrieked, trying to pull away. He was too strong though, and you were pulled out of your house.
You glared at Allistor across the tiny cafe table. He ignored you, sipping the large coffee he had ordered.
"How aboot tha' one." He nodded towards a laughing blonde man. You glanced over an snorted.
His wavy blonde hair brushed his shoulder and his cerulean blue eyes sparkled.
"He looks too good to be real." As did the two men he was chatting with.
"Yeah. hmmmmm, what aboot tha' one." He pointed with a finger, taking another swig of his coffee.
You looked and raised an eyebrow at Allistor. The man he was pointing to looked familiar. A rather angry looking man with short blonde hair and large eyebrows.
"That's your brother."
He pointed out several other men, you rejected each one. It was getting really annoying.
"You shouldn't try setting me up with people." You drummed your fingers on the table top, staring around, completely bored.
All you wanted from life was to stay at home and draw. You didn't nee the hassle of having to care about anyone except yourself.
Actually that was a lie. You cared about Allistor, mainly because he was like the big brother you had always wanted.
"I'm going home." You stood up, pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. Allistor sighed, his shoulders slumping.
"Fine, but' tomorrow I'm sending Felix over."
Tommorow was going to be a really long day. No doubt full of makeup and home spa treatments. And Felix talking non stop.
Head down you weaved your way through the crowd and out the door. Hurrying down the street you sighed.
Why did Allistor always insist you needed a boyfriend? You were completely fine on your own.
You stumbled backwards a few steps, clutching your forehead.
Had you walked into a brick wall?
"OMIGODAREYOUOKAY?!" A female voice called out, to fast for you to understand. You looked up, eyes narrowed in pain.
A girl about your age stood in front of you. Her orange-blonde hair fell to her shoulders.
"I'm so sorry!! Tim walked right into you!!" She turned and you noticed the man standing next to her. He was tall, really tall. His teased up hair only added to the intimidating aura around him. He glared down at you, his olive green eyes narrowed in annoyance.
The girl punched his stomach, making him wince. "Apologize Tim!!!"
"Sorry." Tim grunted, his hand coming up and rubbing a scar above his eyebrow. You nodded, then stepped around them and walked away.
"WAIT!!!!" You turned around at the sound of the girls voice. She looked slightly worried.
"Are you sure that you're okay?" She fiddled with the red headband in her hair. You nodded and turned away.
You couldn't get his green eyes out of your mind. Cliche, right?
"And den, dey guy totally like, pissed himself."
"Uh-huh." You winced as Felix viciously attacked your head with the comb. You had lost
track of what he was talking about ten minutes ago.
"Damn gurl. You've got a bad case of split ends!"
"You are not allowed to cut my hair." Especially not after last time.
As if he sensed what you were thinking, Felix huffed. "Dat vas one time, besides' your hair grew back."
You snorted and Felix sighed.
"So, who de lucky guy?"
"WHAT?" You sat blot upright. wincing as Felix tugged the comb through a hard knot.
"Your dinking about someone."
"No I'm not." You were quick to shoot down his suspicions.
"Come on _____. You're out of it today, dat's not like you." He threw the comb down, rummaging through the giant pink makeup bag he had brought over.
You sighed and after several more minutes of being pestered, you finally broke.
"His name is Tim. I bumped into him on the street."
Felix froze, "Tim as in Tim Morgens?"
"I wouldn't know!" You rolled your eyes at Felix's shocked expression.
"OMFG GURL!! I am totally going to get you a date vid him!!"
Felix might have been the same size as you, but he clearly was ten times stronger than you. In fact, you wouldn't be surprised if he was a secret weight lifting champion.
"PUT ME DOWN FELIX!!!" You wailed, hitting his shoulder with your clenched fists. He laughed, adjusting his grip. You went limp, you hands dangling near his ass.
The polish man had you slung over his shoulder.
"Just act cool _____. Tim vill totally like you."
"How would you know?!" His shoulder was digging into your ribs in a very uncomfortable way.
"I vork vid him at dey town's flover shop."
"I thought you worked at the beauty parlor." You watched as the terrain underfoot changed from scruffy sidewalks, to extremely clean sidewalks.
"Yeah, but dat's only part time."
Silence fell again as you were carried across town. You guessed by the quickening of Felix's steps, that people were giving him strange looks.
"OMG Tim!! Hi!"
You stiffened as Felix began talking rapidly to the tall man. Then a realization hit you. With the way Felix was holding,Tim no doubt had a perfect view of your ass.
'Someone shoot me already'
You barely listened as Felix chattered on an on about something. Tim grunted every once and a while. And you were limp, completely and utterly mortified.
You snapped back to your senses when Tim spoke up.
"Aren't you the girl I bumped into earlier?"
Felix seemed to remember you, and carefully dropped you onto your feet. You stared at the ground, slouching by habit.
You noticed that Felix was miraculously gone.
Great. You twisted the hem of your black t-shirt.
"You have charcoal on your cheek."
You flinched when he reached out, gently wiping the offending mark away.
He grunted, then turned back to the bouquet he had been working on. You watched, staring at his hands.
You really wanted to draw them. Okay, yes to a lot of people that would sound really weird. But to another artist it was perfectly normal.
He paused and looked at you, his olive green eyes blank.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
You blushed, shook your head and backed up. He held up a hand and you stopped, inches from the door.
"I must say..." He looked at you completely serious, "You have a nice ass."
You felt your face heat up, no doubt the color of tomatoes.
You were going to kill Felix.
"See, If I had never done dat, you never vould have met eachoder." Felix grinned, flipping a strand of his blonde hair over his shoulder.
You rolled your eyes, snuggling closer to Tim. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head against yours.
Felix began spouting random stories again, most of them having nothing to do with the others.
Tim laughed, his breath ruffling your hair. You nuzzled up against his neck.
"How long do you think he'll keep talking?"
You laughed and shrugged, "Knowing Felix, he'll talk until his tongue falls off."
The Polish man squawked in protest, while Tim laughed uproariously. You smiled, reaching up and ruffling your boyfriends hair.