Brightsider's Secrets

Realizations and Brightly Colored Hair

I just sat on the ground, leaning against the door, staring at the man. For some reason, my heart told me to trust him, while my brain told me to run again. He was wearing some vintage band t-shirt and an extremely torn leather jacket. I could see several small guns were tucked into his belt. I couldn't help but wonder what other weapons were on his person that I couldn't yet see.

"Well, are you going to speak, or just check this," He motioned up and down himself, "out? I mean, I know I'm hot, but still." I honestly couldn't tell if he was joking or not. It seemed like he did this a lot.

"Dashiell, just get to the freaking point." An annoyed looking woman emerged from my bedroom. Where are all these people coming from? She had short, dark-green hair and the right side of her head was shaved. Many piercings poked out of her skin. This included two nose piercings, one on her eyebrow, five on her ear, and a snake bite thing on her lower lip. And those were just the ones that were visible. She was decked out in just as much, or even more, leather than 'Dashiell' was. These people were straight-up bad*ss.

Dashiell, still lazily laying on my worn couch, sighed. The woman walked over to him and stood firmly with her arms crossed. If the moment wasn't so serious, I probably would have burst out laughing. They looked like disappointed parents about to give me a lecture.

"Um, before we get to the... point, can I ask a few questions?" I pushed myself up from the ground. Dashiell and the girl looked at each other, silently debating over it with their facial expressions. She finally nodded, giving him permission. I cleared my throat and began firing questions.

"Are you working with/for the man who was just chasing me?"

"No." Dashiell responded immediately.

"Who are you people?"

"Not important."

"How did you get in my apartment?"

"Not important."

"Why..."

"OKAY! That's enough questions." The woman yelled, cutting me off. How rude. Get some manners before you come into my house as an uninvited guest. "Now it's our turn to ask you a few questions." She furrowed her eyebrows as Dashiell swiftly stood up from the couch.

"I'm sorry mate," He pulled out one of the hidden guns from his belt. "But if you don't give us the answers we want, I'll have to shoot you." He pressed the gun to my sternum. I took a sharp breath in. I was positive he wasn't joking this time.

"Why did Ciardha Leinster invite you to his gala? Only the most important people in the U.S. got invited." She spoke as if she was truly confused.

"I honestly have no freaking clue." I rose my hands up defensively. "The invitation just slid under my door one day. I didn't even know who this Ciardha was until a week ago." Dashiell pressed the gun harder against my chest.

"Then why have his men been watching and following you?" He tilted his head to the side and ran his hand through his long, pink hair.

"Wait, those guys are his men?" I shook my head, shocked. "What would he want to do with me?" I stood there in disbelief. The room seemed to spin as questions hit me from all sides. I needed answers and I needed them now.

"That's what we want to know, kid." The woman came and stood next to Dashiell. He gave a moment of thought before he pulled the gun from my chest and tucked it back into his belt. They were so dynamic and fluent with their motions, so sure of themselves, it was as if they had rehearsed this. They glanced at each other, then the man looked at me. He stared me in the eyes as if trying to read my mind. My heart should be racing, I thought to myself, so why do I feel so comfortable with these people? Even if I did feel at ease, I tried not to show it. I had to keep these people, who had managed to not only get into my house but also had many weapons on their person, from seeing my façade.

Dashiell leaned over to the woman's ear and whispered something to her. She nodded with consent on her face and then looked back up at me.

"Wesley, we are going to assume you're telling the truth so that you might do us a favor. When you go to the Gala, we need to you to get close with Ciardha and find out why he needs you." Her eyes pleaded. We all stood there in silence while I tried to make sense of everything that was happening.

"B-but why?" Was the only thing I managed to get out."It will all make sense in time," Dashiell spoke now, his words still not comforting me. "But for now we need you to trust us, as we are trusting you."

"Plus, he will pay you handsomely." She threw out as extra incentive. I took a deep breath in and out.

"I'll try?" I said with no certainty what-so-ever, and it ended up being more of a question than a statement. I shrugged my shoulders and gave a questioning look. I was just saying it to get these people out of my home, but I really wanted to know myself. But even more I wanted to know who 'he' was. Though I knew it was probably better to stop asking questions and to just shut up now.

She nodded in understanding and turned towards the window at the back of my apartment. Dashiell walked to me and pulled a small, cream colored business card out of a pocket inside his jacket. He handed it over to me in one swift motion.

"If you need to reach us, mate." He saluted sarcastically and followed the woman's lead. He paused a moment in the window frame, "Her name is Blair."

I stood there for a second, stunned as they disappeared out the open window.This day had jumped to number one on my list for weirdest days. Everything seemed foggy and hazed, as if I were in a dream. My eyes drifted down the the card I held in my hand, the only real evidence that suggested that I hadn't dreamt everything. On it read one simple word:

Brightside

What have I gotten myself into?

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Author's note

Guys I knOW THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT. IM SO SORRY

And it has a ton of dialogue. Whatever man.

The next one will be longer and better I promise (I'm talking about the chapter you dirty minded freak)

Also above is what I picture Blair's (the girl) in this story's hair color to be, but it's not the style I'm think of. Blair has one side of her head shave and the rest is like a pixie cut. Just wanted to clear some things up :)

Love y'all