Beautiful Mystery (Owl City)

Chapter 6

[A/N: guess who started being smart and is now pre-writing this story? that's right, teehee, hopefully this gets rid of awkward, usually very long, post update gaps until the next one (:

your guys' support makes me so happy, and I cant thank you enough :)

Nothing too exciting in this chapter, to be honest, just a bit of a way for you guys to get a feel for Brielle's character outside of her job :)

I made Brielle such a hipster .. I swear I had no intention of doing that, actually I based a lot of her dislikes/likes and a bit of her personality off of my own ... hmmm ...

also, I've been playing with Polyvore recently ... a lot. So, check out Brielle's outfit below!
http://www.polyvore.com/brielle_date/set?id=90583190 :3]

Brielle's POV:Save

I still couldn't believe this was happening. Honestly, slipping Adam my number had been nothing but a shot in the dark, and the fact that it had work gave me hope, in a strange sense. Still, a part of me wondered if he was just doing this out of pity or for his own personal gain. I mean, as a stripper, I was pretty much viewed as nothing more than a sex object by men.

I sighed at the reflection that stared back at me through the mirror. With her mess of bushy, wavy, dark hair, oddly shaped, small, oddly colored eyes, and awkward smile that looked like it was forced, she was a little hard to love. Of course, after dragging a flat iron down my hair, I guess I didn't look so bad.

As I swiped a streak of blush across my cheeks, I felt something grabbing at my legs. I set down my brush and looked down to see my kitten playfully pawing at me. I grinned down at him.

"And where were you all morning, mister?" I asked cheerfully, reaching down to scoop him up. "Beast, you're not going to believe this. I'm actually going out and doing something!"

I cradled him in my arms and scratched at his tummy with one finger. He purred affectionately and pushed his head playfully against my chest, demanding more attention. I giggled.

"You little mama's boy." I gently set him back on the floor and picked up my brush again, finishing off my makeup and taking a long look at myself in the mirror. I looked almost ... good. I smiled at my reflection before turning off the lights in the bathroom and heading out to the living room. I grabbed my black Keds, which were laying next to the couch, and sat down to pull them on.

"Really, Beast?" I couldn't help but laugh as he pounced on the lace of the shoe I was trying to pull onto my foot. I reached one hand out to separate him from the string and successfully pulled my shoe on and tied it before he had a chance to do any further damage. I leaned down to scratch between Beast's ears one more time.

"I love you, but you're such a little shit," I sighed, scooping him into my arms again. I stood from the couch and looked around. I couldn't help but grin. This place was crappy, really crappy. By that I mean it was little and only had the basic necessities, save for a TV and a few other things I'd bought as a treat for myself. But this place was mine, all mine. I'd just been able to get it after saving up for a couple years, and even though it was small, it was exactly the place I'd dreamed of. A small, simple apartment overlooking New York City. Something I'd fantasized about since I was really little.

"Look, Beast," I sighed, taking another look around. "It's ours. All ours." The kitten mewed in response and nudged his head upwards, into my chin. I laughed again. "Once again, little shit." One look at the polaroid pictures covering the walls made me cast a glance towards my camera on the coffee table, but I decided against it.

After making sure Beast had food and water, I was gone.

It was times like this that made me thank God for the fact that everywhere I wanted to go was within walking distance of my apartment. Sometimes I wished I had a car of my own, usually only in the winter, but it was warm, breezy summer days like this that I didn't mind. A lot of people found the noise and amount of people in this city unbearable, but I couldn't get enough of it.

I walked aimlessly down the sidewalk, getting lost in my own thoughts but still making sure I was aware of where I was going. As I passed others walking on the sidewalk, I got the usual reactions. From people who didn't know who I was, I got a nod, a smile, some even waved at me.

From disapproving people who knew what I did for a living, I got glares, people shifting to walk as far away from me as possible, and as usual, heard a few rude comments.

And finally, from previous customers, I got lustful looks, a few creepy, perverted smiles, and again, a few rude comments. I brushed them all off, though, because this was still a good day, no matter what.

I pulled myself from my own thoughts long enough to see the coffee shop a couple of buildings ahead of me. I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as I quickened my pace, and I also couldn't stop the swarm of butterflies that stirred in my stomach. As excited as I was for this, I couldn't shake the thoughts of what if?

What if he couldn't look past my job and all he saw when he looked at me was a stripper as opposed to a friend or possibly more? What if I feel like it's going really well, but he wants nothing more than to run home and forget any of this ever happened? What if I just mess things up in general?

I glanced up to see that I was right in front of the door to the shop. I took a deep breath and wrapped my hand around the handle. No turning back now, I thought as I took another deep breath and pulled open the door.

"Bri, hey, Bri!" I was greeted as soon as I set foot in the shop. I looked towards the counter to see the familiar head of red hair.

"Hi Raina!" I chirped as I approached the counter. Raina was the best -really, the only- friend I'd made since moving away from home and coming here. My constant need to indulge in my addiction to Starbucks caused us to cross paths, and after we'd found out how much we had in common, not to mention the fact that she was able to overlook what I did for a living, we thought, hey, why not?

"You want your usual?" asked Raina, swiping the countertop with a damp rag one final time before draping it over her shoulder. I leaned against the counter and gave her a sideways smile.

"Nah, not yet, anyway," I answered, keeping my eyes on the door. I turned my head to look at her. "You'll never guess why I'm here."

"Well..." Raina started, pretending to think hard. She scrawled a name on the side of a Styrofoam coffee cup and pushed it across the counter at a girl who looked to be in her early teens before speaking again. "This is Starbucks, so you can't be here for ... coffee, perhaps?" I rolled my eyes and jokingly hit her arm before responding.

"No. Well, yes, but," I took a deep breath. "I have a date." Raina gave me a wide eyed, disbelieving stare.

"And was someone too busy doing nothing yesterday to call her best friend and share the news?!" I chuckled.

"Shut up," I mumbled. "He didn't call until today. He should be here any- oh God, Raina, there he is."

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw Adam walk through the door. I wasn't ashamed to say that I found him extremely adorable, and that just looking at him made my heart skip a beat.

"Well?" I heard Raina whisper behind me. "Go say hi!" With that, a little push from her, and a split second glare over my shoulder, I started towards my date.

[WOAH HEY. so this was actually really fun to write o.O

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Raina's character is inspired by and based off of my best friend Raeann (trs_pwt3 on here check her out yo)

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