Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

company

This was one of my drafts for a short story a long time ago and it seemed to fit perfectly with this. It's based off of a song from Justin's purpose album called company. It's personally one of my favorite things I've ever written, it's also in a different style then the rest but i hope you like it! Thank you all for almost 800 reads. Lots of Love.

The night was violently quiet at the old cafe tucked away from the city where (y/n) sat, finagling with her string bracelet. Thoughts of all sort crawled through her mind with the paws of a dagger. A blind person could see that she was troubled.

Her breath was irregular as the clothes were over her skin, supposedly protecting her from the chill of the night. Her lips were parted, chapped, and almost solid blue, while her cold gaze watched the tired dark, swallowing the landscape behind the glass window.

The chime to the door sang calmly, welcoming it's new customer. (y/n) didn't bother to look, too afraid, and too captivated by the silhouettes of rodents scrambling on the pavement outside.

"Evening Sir, what can i get for you?"

It took a while for the man to answer, stalling with a series of 'ums' and 'aghs' like that made the cashier anymore patient. "A large hot chocolate thanks, with... wait, do you guys still have those raisin cakes?" The guy finally asked, making (y/n) scowl.

"Who in the world eats raisin cakes- they can be 'caked'?" (y/n) deliberated in her already conjugated mind. She still didn't turn around.

"Yes we do."

"Then i'll get one of those, thanks."

(y/n) rolled her eyes at his voice. Filled with the happiness and satisfaction her life lacked. She made the choice of deciding to look this time, out of pure curiosity, and the anxiety to match a face to her judgement. He was tall, and had hair brown as an oak tree. It waved like the ridges on the trunk. She admired the side of his face, but didn't admit it to herself.

She found his features to be chiseled looking but rather delicate when she espied. His eyes began to wander as he waited, in a direction she knew she was in. (y/n) covered her face by looking back out the window, distracting herself by staring at a building that she found was less prepossessing.

"She came in here messed up mannn..." the cashier whispered to the delicate, chiseled guy, as he handed him his items. "Oh really?" Jared replied, at the same volume, not averting his eyes from the mysterious female. "Yeah man, i wouldn't fuck with that."

The thoughts of the kid with probably more drugs then caffeine in his system were irrelevant to the Jared, though it did anger him that he was making a comment to someone who looked so innocent. Regardless, he just kept watching her.

He felt rude for staring but simply could not help that every little thing the girl did fascinated him with poise. Suddenly all his aspirations were that night was to see more of her. She hugged her body in the small booth. She looked cold only wearing pajama shorts, and a big tee shirt.

"Hey, i got a chick around the corner, a virgin too! 50 bucks and she's all yours-"

"Thanks for the stuff. Man." Jared cut him off, visually disgusted.

(y/n), oblivious to their conversation, sighed, wondering what she was going to do next. She couldn't stay at the coffee house forever. But she was too frigid to think of anything else.

Maybe i'll get hypothermia, go to the hospital and be under too much meds to worry about-

"Now" (y/n) was startled by the guy, sliding into the other half of the booth across from her.