POV: 6ix9ine
"Get your albums! Would you like an album? Would you- oh okay. " I watched as each person passed me, barely glancing at me or not even acknowledging me at all. "TattleTales" had not done well, so I was sharing my music and passing them out. But they wouldn't take them. A gloom look made its way onto my face, and my producer, John, looked back with a mirrored expression. "It's alright Daniel, this album is amazing, they just don't know it yet, " he said to me, though it sounded more like he was reassuring himself.
"Eat trash dipshit!" a middle aged man yelled as he whacked all of the albums out of my hands, all over the sidewall and street. I watched as his producer walked after the man, unable to process what just happened. The man and my producer washed away quickly by the crowds of Los Angelos. I started picking up the albums quickly as my eyes filled with tears, some already ran over by cars and stomped on by people. I wandered into a nearby ally after collecting them all as to get away from the crowded streets. I thought about the man, and how he had been so cruel to him. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, how could people hate me? What did i do so wrong? I dropped an album, which grabbed me from my thoughts. As I bent down to grab it, another hand touched mine. His skin was darker than mine, his hand much meatier, and as we picked it up our eyes met and I was greeted with a kind smile and kind eyes, with the most luxurious 'stache I'd everkind smile and kind eyes, with the most luxurious 'stache I'd ever seen.
"Oh... Uh... Hello... I mean thank you! " I didn't usually stutter, I couldn't help it.. something about him was intruiging, but I couldn't name it. Oh no... I-I was staring! "say something you idiot" I thought.
"Thank you... " I just said again.
"My name is Daniel"
"I'm Harvey.... Steve Harvey"
I then realized that more tears had fallen from his eyes, and Steve seemed to notice it too. His face softened, and seemed to show concern
"Are you okay? You have tears in your eyes" He said, stating the obvious. "Y-yes, I'm okay, just flustered is all. " Fuck. Now he probably thought I am weird. Why did I care what he thought... I'd never felt like this before, what was happening. Before they had time to say anything else, John walked up to me and Steve.
"Where were you kid? " He exclaimed, startling me. He quickly rushed me away before we could exchange numbers. I went to bed that night thinking about his thick, dark hands and his organized, sexy mustache.
POV: Steve Harvey
I lay awake thinking of the boy from earlier, not able to get his face and unicorn shit hair out of my head. I couldn't get rid of the image of his tears rolling down his face, and they way he was swept away so quick. I shook these thoughts away and tried to get some rest.
