Give Me Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

The girl from Starbucks had been on my mind for possibly the longest time. Am I, Ed the un-lovable, in love? No, I can't be, never. Even if I did, she wouldn't love me back. No one does, I'm ginger, I'm different, my hair is flaming with red envy. I hate stereotypes.

Even if she is the one thing I'm missing, she'll never love me as much as I can give her.

'Ed, you need to lighten up, talk to the damn girl, she'll never notice you if you don't talk to her.'

My thoughts spun all around her, I need to know her, I need her herself.

I forced my self up and slowly walked to my door. As I placed my hand on the cold doorknob to my flat I thought for one more second. Is this what I really want? Should I really reach for this? Of course, this is my chance. Now or never, right? Yes, of course just go Ed, open your door and go, go toward her. I finally managed to convince myself to open the door and let the coldness fill me.

I stepped out of my flat and closed the door behind me and took off without letting myself stop this time. No time to stop, in going for this, I'm doing it. I walked the full ten minutes to Starbucks and when I got close enough I noticed her shining brunette hair. Beautiful and wavy, it bounced dry move she made. She's brunette, she'd hate me, I'm the opposite. Ginger. That's me, just ginger. Full of nothing.

I didn't stop my self from opening the glass door and walking inside. It was as if I had gained this confidence during my walk somehow.

"Hello, how may I help you?" She greeted me as I walked inside.

Man how I missed that voice from yesterday. The voice of an angel she had. Elegant, just elegant.

"I was just wondering, I was here yesterday and I-um-I was wondering if you'd like to hang out sometime?" I stuttered straight through my teeth.

She gave me this mean facial expression and shrugged.

"I don't talk to gingers"

Her tone had quickly changed and became so harsh. I knew it, it's because I'm ginger. No one likes me because of my hair. My hair causes every problem. People only love my singing and guitar playing. Not that I care, but it upsets me honestly. But that's people for you, judgementle, rude, bitter, harsh, but someone's hair should not be a trigger for these to emerge from people. Why me? Why my hair? What's so wrong with red hair?