Lost Boys : Every Badboy Has a Story [ #Wattys2016 ]

[0.] Easy on The Eyes (Prologue)

NOT YET THE FINAL EDIT; I'LL DO THAT WHEN EVERYTHING IS PUBLISHED.
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"Adam, you're staring real hard there. Easy on the eyes." Jimmy spoke, waving his hand in front of the other's face to see if his grey iris would move. Or if it will forever stay glued to her.

"She is easy on the eyes. And staring is kind of the point, fuckass." Adam whispered harshly, eyes still locked to a certain dark-haired beauty. 

Because how can he not stare at Grace Lindale? Adam can't even begin to describe her.  She's a galaxy of contradictions, composed of a million paradoxes and she cannot be described only using one word; or any word. Her ash-brown hair ends perfectly mid-back, her blue eyes so vibrant and opaque with thin glasses framing them, her skin puts the softest silk to shame, her presence cancelling out the finest myrrh-

"Adam!" Jimmy scowled, lip pursing.

Today, much like every day, the girl is sitting opposite to the window of Brewed Haven, the local coffee shop that coincidentally sat across the tattoo studio where Adam works. That's where he first saw her about eight months ago, when he looked out the window during his first day as an artist and hasn't stopped looking since. Adam could still remember the book she read then; Discworld – A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchetts. Adam, too, remembered buying the book the very same day, but never really understood it no matter how much he refused to put it down.

A tug of his shirt released Adam from his dreamy trance.

"Oi, douche-wagon, she's leavin'." The twelve year old that goes by Jimmy stated, knocking his index finger against the glass window.

Adam glanced at the digital clock on his cluttered desk, "10:27 today. What was yesterday?"

"Uh-... 10:33. Where d'you think she goes everyday at 10:30-ish?" Jimmy asks, watching as the girl waved her hand for a cab.

"Jiminy Cricket," Adam started, placing both hands at the young boy's shoulders. "You might not know this, but adults need to go to work and get paid. Get that sweet, sweet cash." He said; his voice calm and serene— so unusual that Jimmy's eyes squint skeptically. "Fuckbrain," He teased playfully, sticking his tongue out.

Jimmy chuckled, head-butting Adam with no real intention of hurting him. "You fucking ass cactus."

The door burst open, and both of them turned to look. It's the annoying kid who works the cash register. There's an on-going joke that he has more piercings than he does friends; sad, since all he has is a gauge piercing gaping from his left ear, hence the loving nickname 'Ear-vag'.

"Done wanking yet? You got three clients on hold, each waiting twenty fucking minutes longer than the one before; all waiting for you to get them tramp stamps. Could you please in the name of our sweet Lord Cthulhu- do your job and stop being a creep?" Ear-Vag warned in his puberty-ridden voice.

Adam glanced out the window, then at the cashier's name tag that says 'Todd'. Oh, so the son of a fuck has a name.

"Nah, the girl with the cropped top and beanie definitely wants a wrist quote. I really shouldn't bother with this shit.." He yawned, fingers running down his self-dyed turquoise hair. Fuck, his black roots are starting to grow out.

"Well I don't give a flying shit, dickwad. I got some mad flu the other day, but I still came in to not do my job." The teen spoke, flinging the door wide open to allow the first client in. The girl with the beanie and cropped top- a weather confused outfit that Adam never really understood- walked in, her glossed lips smiling.

"Hi, Adam right? I made an appointment over the phone." She began; Adam smiled. "I want to get 'love and be loved' in cursive, inked right here." She spoke, pointing at her left wrist.

Typical.

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She's so late.

Grace knows that the library would give her a written warning for being late even if it's just one minute, and she'd rather not imagine how they'll react now that she's been late two days in a row. However, she could tolerate this, since working in a library meant access to a plethora of books; something she will never trade for the world. Yup, nearly ten minutes late-Thief of Time was such a great read that 'one more page' turned to half a book just like that. 

"Late again, Ms.Lindale?" An old, croaky voice spoke as soon as Grace's foot hit the first tile of Codex Paragon. The brunette smiled nervously despite imagining a bullet lodged in his cranium. Thrice.

"Sorry, Mr.Fabian. The traffic was horrible, it took me ungodly-long to get... here.." She spoke, confidence wearing thin as she saw the cars moving swiftly with the road trafick-free from the window. Worse, Fabian saw it too.

"Third time's a charm, Grace Lindale." The old man spoke, noting down her gradually aggravating performance in unintelligible cursive.

Grace exhaled heavily, eyes rolling as she made her way to the marble counter where she work. Another day, another eight hours of pretending to do her job properly.

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Alright, this is really short for my taste, but I decided that the Prologue doesn't need to be /that/ long. :""3 I'm trying out a new writing style for this book, so it's a little more fast-paced and interesting while (hopefully) still descriptive enough. Actually, everything is really different; cover, plot, vibe- though I still think it's very 'me'. Do excuse the colorful array of curse words.

Nothing interesting has happened yet, but I promise that'll chance in the third or four chapter-ish. We need some warming up, no?

I decided that aside from my other story, 'Normal', I'd write this one. I update fast anyway, and if I do get busy I could just put one of the books on hold. That being said, it is very different than my other story because it is aiming at a different demographic if it even exists. I just want to make an (again, HOPEFULLY) non-cliché/stereotypical 'badboy' story, so I hope that could be accomplished to a degree.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy~!