Nerves

Captivating Beauty

If your name is Jackson Overland, chances are you'll end up with a friend named Eugene Fitzherbert. You'll wonder why he thinks the smolder will ever work and why he won't tell anyone but his girlfriend why he prefers Flynn. But that's beside the point. The point is Flynn is stupid some- no most of the time- and will eventually end up getting in a bar fight. And if you're Jackson Overland you're such a good friend that you're willing to drive him to the hospital after his lip and cheek get busted.

Sitting in an Emergency Room with his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and bags under his eyes that reached his mid-cheek, there was someone named Jackson Overland who had missed a whole night's worth of sleep waiting for his friend in a room that smells like bleach.

Because he was so tired he hardly noticed the rapid clicking of heels against the tile floor from the entrance to the front desk that announced someone's arrival. He half heard rushed speech from the lady standing behind him talking to the nurse at the front desk. He knew she was only a yard or so from his chair, but his fatigue made it sound as though she were miles away. The only distinguishable words in the entire conversation was the slow, calm line that the nurse is paid to say to everyone: "Please have a seat ma'am. I'm sure your sister is fine. I'll send you down to her room as soon as possible."

Jack could see the pale feet of the lady in heels walk up to the chair next to him turn to face in the other direction and back. He assumed she was looking for somewhere else to sit after noticing that he smelled like alcohol. She sat down anyway, and that's when he looked up.

She. was. gorgeous. He immediately noticed that she had the deepest, most piercing blue eyes he'd ever seen, accented by thick butterfly eyelashes. Whatever light dusting of makeup she had on failed to cover up her few freckles and naturally magenta tinted cheeks. Her platinum blonde hair was tied back in a bun that was probably neat at some point, but currently lopsided and riddled with stray hairs as if she'd been running. Her cupid's bow was very pronounced above her soft fuchsia lips. Her cheekbones stood proudly up on her face and her shoulders confidently on her frame. She sat with a wonderful posture and smelled of mint.

Her knee was bobbing up and down impatiently as her fingers tapped her leg. She loudly exhaled then breathed in deeply through her nose. She blinked often as her eyes darted across the room looking for something to be occupied with. Though she was nervous she gave off a very regal vibe. And he just couldn't stop staring.

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A/N: Yes, I know. Super Short. I just had it separated into parts this way when I first wrote it and didn't want to re-divide the story.

Is it possible to add author's notes separate from the story? I really am such a n00b. Please help this n00b-in-need. Please. My n00banity is saddening :'(