Damn, it's bright out. Anyone who knows me knows that I am never up this early. It's about ten in the morning and I'm tired as hell. I probably look like it too.
I didn't even get to wake up and grab a beer, or grab rear, I think to myself, somehow making myself smile through my exhaustion. I was forced into a bit of a speed walk when, what I assume to be the daily morning rush, but how would I know, started picking up their pace.
I may be tired, and let's face it, more than just a bit hung over, but I know when someone's attractive. I'm usually pretty good at telling whether or not someone's worth my time by a two second look.
Plenty of girls are walking by me in their work clothes - typical pants suits or dress clothes even though they must only been around 20 - but none I find interesting. I start to turn the next decaying brick corner of the broken city of Los Angeles without a single idea of where I even want to go. Finally, I think when I spot a beautiful girl leaning against the wall I'm passing. She's gorgeous.
Even though it makes me feel like a total coward, I keep with the rush of people, taking the time only for a last glance before I pass her. She's tall, 5'7 maybe? Wavy black hair falling mid-back in a shiny, rocker but still gentle sort of way. She's definitely not the scene girls you know well. She's wearing a band tee 'Hollywood Undead' and light blue jeans. I laugh aloud once I see the shirt and I realize several people have turned and looked at me because of my outburst. She seems incredible; the shirt, the sexy way she seems to carry herself, confident looking but not cocky, even her height is nice. Now you just sound like a tool, Jordan, I tell myself. I mean, shouldn't I be out dancing, finding a girl who's barely half as attractive as this girl, and taking her home? A gorgeous girl on a public street would definitely be something new for me. I'm not usually the type of guy to worry about rejection, granted most of the women I meet are either desperate, a fan, or just thought I was attractive or something. I don't know. This one seems different though. Sure, I already know she likes the band, but she just seems so delicate aside from the band tee style. Like glass you didn't want to let slip through your fingers.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize just how long that quick glance I was going take had actually been, or that I'd turned around mindlessly while walking until I almost walked right into the girl I was thinking about.
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Charlie has a crush: A Hollywood Undead Story
FanfictionCharlie Scene wakes up one day way earlier than he's used to, but he doesn't mind not having grabbed beer or grabbed rear, because he meets someone who turns his world upside down. Jade is just like Charlie, and everything he's secretly every wanted...