N E R D (Interracial) *EDITING IN SESSION*

INCOMPARABLE

I struggled with the plastic bags containing clothing, 90% of the clothing items belonging to my mother who left me to tend to the surprisingly heavy items by myself whilst she happily skipped over to the restaurant her husband is patiently waiting for the both of us, most probably sipping some scotch. What in the world did I do to be bequeathal to such monstrous parents? "May I offer my assistance to you ma'am?" A hedonistic voice bulldozes my contemplation, resulting in the bags hanging on my arms to fall to my feet and I plant my attention to the fine specimen in my breathing space. "I believe you can assist me sir." I breathe out and crank my neck towards his statuette height, only to come into contact with his almost startling violet pair of eyes that have a radiant glow in them bouncing off into my heart and I stifle a gasp by gently biting onto my lower lip. Goodness gracious, his eyes are astounding. He responds with a simple smile and carries the bags while I obediently follow closely behind shamelessly staring at his slinky body and try to not lose my self control, which may I admit is remarkably impressive I always thought I would never be able to restrain myself should I be faced with an intricate circumstance of this nature!

"I'm Starelen by the way and what happens to be your name darling?" I query and he looks towards me in bewilderment before questioning my attempt at small talk with him while we walk to the destination my parents are enjoying some quality time, as one would call it. "I would like to put a name to the man that came to my rescue, is that such a crime?" I taunt and he shakes his head in return all the while placing the plastic bags on the crystal white tiled floor. "I am Timothy." He responds in a low tone and I mentally withhold an unholy sound. "Oh, I have never met a fella named Timothy." I respond and he remains silent and looks off in an indistinct direction. "Well, um I have to go. Nice meeting you." He hurriedly bids me farewell and briskly returns to his workplace leaving me bemused. I stare off in the general direction he went while my father takes the clothing bags crowding my feet. I clear my throat and shake my head to return to reality from the trance Timothy's actions that I cannot decipher and follow my father inside the restaurant to find my mother enjoying her red wine and I give her a small smile and she winks in return.

Why did he cut off the possibility of a conversation so hastily? I do not understand was it because of my school uniform? Did I come off too strong? Was he afraid of my father? I ponder on the way home drowning out the sweet laugher and chitchat my parents are currently engaged in with my thoughts circulating around one person, a male with mysteriously magnificent pair of eyes. A person I do not have a clue of, however I do want to know more than just what the eyes can see. I want to be given the pleasure of uncovering his opulent soul and connect with his inner self. Okay, that is fairly extreme in spite of that fact I cannot help myself.

I do hope it is not one of those ghastly moments that occur in one's life when you meet someone worthy of mention then you never see them again.

Sigh.

I'M WORKING ON MAKING THIS A MASTERPIECE! DO BE PATIENT!!!!! :D