My Trophy Boy
An episodic drama series exploring the unfathomable feelings and actions between connected polar opposites in life.
The idea of becoming a prized possession is through the lenses of 19 year old Holland Pierce, an entrepreneur who conta...
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(^Holland's outfit)
Yesterday I found this beautiful brown leather jacket at a thrift store, so of course I brought it and bagged it up. It went nicely with my grey-beige checkered bottoms, cream turtleneck and brown boots (in the style of DMs, but they weren't branded).
For today's meeting, or date, I decided to wear my new prescribed glasses. As Paris would say, I looked real geeky. But oh well, I like the fit.
I fluffed up my hair rocking frizzy coils (cloud-like fro) instead of having defined ringlets. Yesterday, I managed to get a neat little shape up at the front, back and the side. I took CJ with me so I could help him improve his appearance, since he was feeling a bit down about himself.
I sprayed myself in my favourite vanilla-coconut mist and was on my way. I'm not a big fan of colognes, especially since my favourite kinds I can't afford, so sweet and soft fragrant smells it was!
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I reached the destination that Quinton wanted me to and my mouth was agape, because I didn't realise it would be classy-urban business-modern. Along the road were multiple fancy-ass buildings with some sort of a restaurant venue.
"Hello again." A strong direct voice greeted from behind me.
I turned around and smiled, seeing the face I had hoped to see.
"Good afternoon." I touched his arm. A sense of endearment I suppose.
"You looked so lost." The green orbed man snickered with a hint of compassion.
"I was. I've never been here before." I said awkwardly and honestly.
"Then the pleasure is all mine. After our reserved lunch, I shall take you around to explore a little." He guided me to our destination. His tone of voice was light and cheery. His aura almost felt like a different type of man. It's too early to tell, but he seemed more amicable- maybe because we're now acquainted. Before he seemed.. predictor-like, intimidating almost, like he could've just swallowed me up.
"That's what you would like, am I wrong?" He said out of no where.
Could he hear my thoughts?!
"Uh..?" I was confused.
"Would you be okay with going on a little adventure with me?" He rephrased, giving me clarity.
