One Shots

Romeo

{Random short thing, anyone want to read 3 plus words? XD}

There was this guy in the coffee shop, with brown hair and deep brown eyes. A strong jawline and baggy clothes. He was with another guy and they were pretty close, I was speculating whether they were related or lovers. But either way, the one with the scruffier longer hair and a long sleeved shirt came over, saying hi and asking what I was doing, to which I replied nothing. I was just sitting in my jeans and band shirt having a coffee. Then the guy I was admiring stood up with his camera and told the scruffy one it's time to go, I learnt his name was Carlos. Carlos walked off with Camera guy and that was that, I was left pondering over him.

Only, a few weeks later I was out, and it started raining, so I was running to the mall. And I saw the same guy that i'd seen in the coffee shop, his brown hair damp as are his clothes but he has the biggest smile on his lips and his camera out. I hadn't realised I stopped until he stood and walked over, towering over me. His smile was smaller but still, he looked me over and nodded,

"Would you mind being my model for a few moments?" He asks his camera poised in his hand. I was taken aback and looked at him, assessing his expression and he seemed sincere so I nodded.

"Yeah sure why not," I nod and then he directs me of how he wants me to pose in this absurd downpour. A few sad poses and a few of delight, having to admire the rain. I hadn't realised how refreshing and quite beautiful it was. After we were finished he offered to take me to the coffee shop to make up for drenching me, and I wasn't declining the offer.

"So, why d'you want me to 'model' for you?" I ask looking up at him and he thinks for moment.

"Well, no offence, but you are wearing quite dark kinda clothes, and your hair colour will be quite spectacular in filtering, you just were perfect for the weather," he smiles and I can't help but blush lightly, my hair was mainly black, with blue red and purple streaks in my fringe. The only thing I'd added to my usual outfit was a big black coat to keep me warm. We got to the coffee shop and now I had a few questions in mind. Once we've gotten our drinks, he with a coffee and I with a hot chocolate, we sat at his table.

"So who were you with earlier?" I asks before sipping a bit of my drink trying to hide my shaking, I wasn't so good with people. He sipped his own drink and smiled slightly,

"He's my brother," he nods "I'm Oliver by the way." He chuckles lightly and my cheeks start burning.

"Oh god I'm sorry I forgot to ask," I say "I'm...Romeo," I say with a sigh and look down. "Don't ask, parents are massive Shakespeare fans,"

"Good name," Oliver nods and smiles. His smile...wow. I shake my head and sip my drink, "quite opposite of your appearance though, I like it. You're a juxtaposition." He smiles once again, a little brighter and I catch my breath, oh god. Once again my cheeks are burning and I swish my hair, get a grip. Oliver chuckles lightly, before getting his camera out and leaning across the table and showed me the pictures. I couldn't believe it was me, no it wasnt me surely they looked happy but we did have a bit of a laugh and it was fun. But Iwasn't happy, at least not usually. Oliver talked about how the lighting worked though it was pretty gloomy weather and how the smile on my face in the horrible weather symbolised that you can find the dark times happy. I added that my clothes fit with the theme and he just chuckled. And we sat, and we talked for while. He shared his interests and I mine. Until the owner walked over, adn told us it was closing time. So we got up and walked out. I'd just spent the longest time with a guy I'd been admiring for weeks and he was everything...everything I hoped.

And thats how its been for months, every so often he'd invite me to sit with him and his brother and we'd chat and sometimes he'd take me outside and take photos of me and maybe his brother. Just friendly, which became more and more often. And today was the day I was blessed with the honour if walking home with them. Carlos always seemed a bit out of it or awed by things easily which was wonderful. But still I walked with Oliver one one side of him and then Carlos on the other. Suddenly we stopped. We stopped walking outside a house that was white and mansion like, and I watched quietly. They hugged goodbye and you could see the sadness etched into Olivers face. A nurse walked up to Carlos and led him inside with light conversation. So I proceeded to walk up to Oliver and smile up at him. He looked at me for a second before motioning me to walk on. Questions swirled in my mind, why did he leave him here? Why is he here? What did he do? How long? But I didn't ask, it was rude and I also had another thing on my mind- we were going to his house. I'd never been to his house, he and his brother had been to my flat a few times but this this was new.