The Winchester Brothers

CHAPTER 1

I met one in the grocery store and the other at a burger place. The one that I met at the grocery store is tall. We met because I was struggling to get something off the top shelf, he came down the isle and all I saw was this long, muscular arm reach over me. My eyes traveled down its pulsing veins, and mountain like muscles, to the sharpest jaw line ever, and the most lucious hair I have ever layed eyes on.

Then the one I met at the burger place. Wow. He was just. When you see him, you feel all of the air leave your lungs. And as you get closer it's like he is the breath of fresh air that you are gasping for. He was sitting in a booth by himself and I was put in the booth across from him. We were facing each other, I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and he wouldn't look up from the burger in his hands. He was staring at it the way every girl wants to be stated at. Normally I would go for a classic cheese burger, but the way he held it made it more tantalizing than I ever would have thought it out to be. So I asked the waitress "I'll have whatever he's having." That was when he looked up.

That was the first time I looked into those dreamy green eyes. He looked confused, he must have been so involved with his burger that he lost all sense of what was going on around him. That's how I felt, when heard his voice for the first time. It was deep, powerful, and made my heart race. He said "me?". The waitress spoke but I didn't hear her, I just heard his voice echoing through my head. Bouncing off the walls of my mind, forever in my memories.

"It's really good." He said as he took another bite out of the burger in his muscular hands. He had a little bit of ketchup on his cheek. He didn't notice it after a couple more bites so I thought I should let him know. I said "Um. You got a little-" then I pointed on my cheek where the ketchup is on his. He said "Oh." Then looked for his napkin. The waitress never brought him one. I saw my opportunity to get into the booth with him. I grabbed my napkin and, trying not to look desperate, I calmly got up and walked over. I was internally screaming but I had to keep calm so I wouldn't scare him away. When I got there I handed it to him, and he said "Thanks" and did this little smile that made my heart skip a beat.

I noticed the necklace he wore. Not a lot of men wear necklaces, so I thought I would comment on it. "I like your necklace." He looked down at it, and moved it around with his hand. This was when I sat in the other side of his booth. He noticed, so when he looked back up he did it to face me, now that I was across from him. "Thanks." He said then did a little half smile. I knew it meant something important, his necklace, because he didn't say anything else about it. It must have been given to him by somebody close, someone from his family. He never got the ketchup off his face so I gestured on my cheek about the ketchup and he quickly realized and then whipped it away.

From first glance he looked so tough, but once we started talking he was the sweetest guy ever. I told him I couldn't stay long because my mom would be picking me up, and he smiled and looked down. He told me about his mother. I felt bad that I brought mine up, when his was dead. I could tell that he really loved and still loves her though. He said a few things about his brother, but they must have been going through a rough patch because he changed the subject after a couple of sentences.

We talked for about 20 minutes and at that point my mom had already tried to call me twice, I declined both calls. I didn't want to leave this booth. Or this guy. I realized after all this time, we never exchanged names. I made the mistake of putting my phone on the table because my mom phoned again and he noticed. "Oh your mom. Didn't you say she was coming to get you?" He sounded sad now, like he didn't want to ever leave this booth either.

"Oh. Ya." I said, quickly moving my phone back down to my lap, once again declining the call. He noticed my cheeks blush red. "How many times has she called you?" He said with a smirk, like he had caught me trying not to leave. "Oh not that many. Like three times." I said with a little laugh.