« in which she learns something from him, and vice versa. »
''So, try this and this, and those shoes too,'' Rae said handing the dress, the jacket and the highest heels Harlyn has ever seen.
''I'm a going to an interview for a strip club opening or something?'' She grumbled.
''Don't be a sissy, just change!'' Rae waited for Harlyn to strip, but there was sort of an issue.
Sebastian was looking with a lot of attention.
''Well, don't bother me,'' he said with a wink.
''Er, Harlyn, I'll just go for pants and a red shirt, alright – ''
''But – the plan? ''
''I'll put the prostitute heels, I promise.''
''Deal!'' Rae left will all her makeup brushes, happy of her smokey eyes.
Harlyn shut the door slowly.
''Could you turn around please?'' She gently asked to Sebastian.
''Who, me?'' He pretended to look to his left, than to his right and feign innocence. ''Oh no, thank you.''
''It is not a suggestion, '' she said her teeth tight and jaw clenching.
Sebastian sighed and turned around while she changed.
''So... who was Louis, anyway?'' He questioned.
''Obvisouly, my ex.''
He felt he was crossing a boundary, and kept silent.
''So you haven't gotten laid in a while?'' He laughed.
''Oh shut up, '' she sighed. 'Okay we can go'' she said quickly and turned her back to open the door as the bell rang. He took in the occasion to observe her, head to toe.
She was wearing black heels, a casual pair of jeans and a red t-shirt with a black leather jacket. She had tight her hair in a high bun, which enhanced her facial traits, and the makeup helped with that too.
Well, she was drop dead gorgeous although her outfit was sort of simple.
That thought crossed his mind. Would he have been alive and made out of flesh, his skin would have been red.
She was not his type. Not at all.
|| Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder. Tell the storm I'm new. I'm a wall, come and march on the regular. Painting white flags blue. ||
Sara was patient tonight. She didn't push Harlyn to drink as much as usual, which the latter was appreciative of. Usually, it would be shooters after shooters. But tonight they had drank they drinks slowly, enjoying some beer for Harlyn, and a rhum and coke for Sara. After an hour, some friends from school had joined them.
Sebastian was always around, looking bored as ever and trying to avoid going through people.
He seemed bitter, as if he was forced to sit at the kid's table at a birthday party happening in his own house, looking in the distance at his adults friends having fun.
Harlyn thought that's exactly what he looked like.
A spoiled rotten kid.
He was cute, nonetheless.
|| Lord forgive me, I've been running. Running blind in truth. I'ma rain, I'ma rain on this bitter love. Tell the sweet I'm new. ||
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Comatose || s. stan
Fanfiction»» In which he's in comatose. «« And she's alive and well. »» But sort of stuck with him anyway. [short story]
