New Girl - The Creatures

Chapter 5

Seamus and I laid beneath the tree for some time, probably 45 minutes or so. I had just closed my eyes to fully appreciate the atmosphere of the park when I was startled by a loud snore. I sat up on my elbows and glanced over at Seamus. A small smile formed as I took in his sleeping form; the delicate lashes resting above the slightly dark rings encompassing the exterior of his eyes, the slight part between his lips that would quiver from time to time.

I let him remain peaceful for a few moments, and then I touched his shoulder closest to me and shook him lightly.

"Iwasnsleepin," he murmured, his words slurring together.

"Seamus, you're snoring. We should go check out that comic book store you mentioned before you slip into a coma," I replied in a hushed voice while slowly standing up, not wanting to startle him.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Shit, you're right," he said quietly.

I reached down for his hand, grabbing it in mine. I pulled him up and off the ground, and he ended up precariously close to my face. I could suddenly feel the coolness of his breath, see the individual and few in number freckles that were sporadically placed on his face. It was strange, the sudden intensity of his cerulean eyes. I blinked and stepped back.

"Come on, let's go," I muttered, crossing my arms in front of my chest as we walked. I didn't want to do something stupid and get kicked out; Marie would never let me hear the end of it and I'd have to try to afford somewhere on my own before I could get onto my feet.

We climbed back into his car, and this time I asked the questions.

"What's your last name?"

"O'Doherty. Yeah, I get it, 'luck o' the Irish' and 'Paddy O'Doherty' and all that. What's yours?"

"Murphy, yeah I get the 'luck o' the Irish' and 'Dropkick Murphy's' and all that."

He smirked and straightened up a little in his seat. I continued with the questions.

"Where did you used to live?"

"Chicago; I really am making this whole Irish thing more and more apparent, aren't I?"

"Oh yeah, I refuse to call you anything other than Lucky Charms now, Paddy."

"You just called me Paddy."

"Shut up."

It was fun talking to Seamus. I'd never really had a match to my sarcasm, or weird sense of humor in general. I decided to turn the conversation to music.

"Music taste?"

"Mostly classic rock, like Led Zeppelin and Alice Cooper and AC DC. But I like rock in general. What about you?"

"Anything, really... except for modern country or most of that metalcore emo stuff, I've never been able to get into it aside from one or two bands. But I can go from Porter Robinson to Fleetwood Mac to alt-J like it's nothing."

I was about to ask him another question when his cellphone went off. His eyes darted down to where it was on the center console for a second, and then they flicked back onto the road.

"It's James. Can you text him back and see what he wants? My passcode is just a comma," he told me. I smirked at the purposeful simplicity of it and opened up the text from James.

"Hey man, are u out with Sam? Have you worked ur magical Irish powers on her yet?"

I blushed, and read the text out loud. "Magical Irish powers? You really are Lucky Charms, then," I said smirking. I heard him curse under his breath, and he told me to what to reply with.