Look for the Light (Joel Miller fanfic)

You Are In Love

                                    Joel's POV

  
  When you stepped out into the crisp morning air, the sunlight shined brightly through the grey clouds and the brisk wind blew through your untamed hair. The snow under your boots crunched with every step you took as more golden leaves fell from the trees, making small piles along the ground. December was just a couple days away, so winter was in full effect.

   As the cold breeze hit your face, you hugged your tan jacket closer to your body, covering the exposed skin from the chill. You wished you were still inside that cozy house with Aly, cuddled up on the couch with her legs sprawled over your lap, running your hands through those silky waves that smelled like lilacs. You hadn't even been gone for a few minutes, so why the hell were you already missing her?

   You still couldn't believe what just happened mere minutes ago. How you had her up on the kitchen counter, kneeling between her legs, how she smelled, how it felt to be inside her, how she tasted like ambrosia and the nectar of the gods. Something so immortal and divine that surely you must be dreaming that it all happened. She was real though, and she was yours. You had her, truly. And you'd continue having her for as long as you could.

   You cleared your mind and focused on the task at hand. Tommy. You needed to go find Tommy, and you knew exactly where he'd be at. You pushed your way through the busy community. There were people of all ages every which way you looked. Some were busy tending to the gardens, some were feeding the community animals, kids were running up the street with fits of laughter coming from their mouths, and some were doing mundane tasks.

   You still couldn't believe Tommy built this place. Your little brother. It was quite something. People seemed friendly enough. Nobody was giving you dirty or glaring looks. In fact, no one paid too much attention to you. There were the few occasional curious glances, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was kind of nice. Being in a new place and not being hounded for being the new face in town.

   In just a few short minutes you were walking up to the Tipsy Bison, making your way through the open doors. It was quiet, only a couple of people sitting and eating breakfast at a small table in the far corner. You spotted Tommy in an instant. He was sitting at the bar, talking to the bartender who was carefully cleaning off some glass cups.

   Tommy must've heard you come in because he turned around on his barstool and glanced in your direction, smiling as he sat down his glass on the bar top. "Joel! You made it. Just at the right time too. I was about to head out. How was your first night here? I trust the house served you well?" he asked as he came around and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a solid pat on the back.

   "The house is great, Tommy. I can honestly say that I haven't slept that good in a long time. That's the most sleep I've gotten in months," you said honestly as you grabbed one of his shoulders in thanks for the hospitality.

   "Well good, good. Come on. Let me show you my little hideout I have behind here." He led you outside to the back of the Tipsy Bison and into a small, remote building that was made of steel. The color was an off-brand shade of white with a red roof.

   He opened the steel door and held it open for you as you walked in behind him. The room was small and cozy, but still big enough to have a private bar and place to build small projects. "Welcome to my humble abode. I call this my man cave."

   There was a small wet bar that had a cabinet full of clear glass cups and bottles of liquor that were stashed high in the cupboards. There was a smooth barstool table with two swivel stools that sat in front of it. Low hanging lights encased the ceiling as the dim lights lit up the room. An old wooden workbench sat in the back of the room with a saw, tape measure, and hammer laid on the table. And on the wall sat some other tools that could be used for projects.