Dorian Grey II (@DorianII)
Bossman said he trusts me not to steal anything important or do anything too stupid, gave me keys & split. To be insulted or not to be?
To: crossesoflead@gmail.com.uk
From: owlguardiansoren@gmail.com.uk
Subject: Writing and Such
Crissy!
I know you asked me to collab writing a song with you a while back for this upcoming album. Any ideas? Date? Time? Album deadline? Throw me a bone, I beg you. Don't keep me in such suspense. I suggest channeling your quest for Tweet boy. Which, any luck breaking that one?
Soren
To: owlguardiansoren@gmail.com.uk
From: crossesoflead@gmail.com.uk
Subject: It's a good thing ILY
Soren my side,
First, no idea what to write and the deadline's still iffy just like soon so...I guess writing wise the sooner the better. Also, "Tweet boy" has a name. It's Irial. And, yes, I found him, sort of. I've basically been Twitter stalking him for an actual location, but at least I technically have a better idea of who and where he is.
PS. I still can't get over your email address. Legend of the Guardians, really?
To: crossesoflead@gmail.com.uk
From: owlguardiansoren@gmail.com.uk
Subject: RE: It's a good thing ILY
Crissy-poo...
Twitter stalking? I don't think that's healthy so I refrain from congratulating you. We can meet at yours Sunday to start just please try to get down something before then and for god's sake have coffee in your flat heathen.
PS. A children's book about serfdom in England? Those in glass houses...
Cris Emerson (@Cris_Emerson)
Found you @DorianII #promisespromises #serendipity #sorrynotsorry
@Cris_Emerson is now following @DorianII
Janelle J Harding (@JJluvsB4)
my idol @Cris_Emerson is following my idol @DorianII what is this?
Emma Cross (@EmmaCross)
@Cris_Emerson did I miss something #wtf
Rosalind Conway (@B4blackrosa)
@Cris_Emerson just imploded my world. What the fuck is this? #wtf #CrisEmerson #DorianII #dorianspeaks #breakingfourth
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Irial just stared, not at the clock or the floor or the flock of customers heading to the door, having gotten the message that it was closing time and that the short boy behind the counter had no desire to spend his night listening to a bunch of Hipster college students talk about their classwork and gossip about classmates while drinking coffee. No, he was too busy staring at the indecisive redheaded chick still leaning her body against the counter, manicured fingernails tapping on the teak wood as she muttered to herself, staring up at the drink menu.
Eyes drifting heavenward, praying for some divine patience, he looked back at her with a way-too-sarcastic smile that he really didn't have the energy to try and curb today...right now...when he was supposed to be cleaning behind the counter, locking up the doors, and retreating back to his flat. All of which he'd have to do himself since he'd been nice and let his barista partner in crime, Simon, scurry home early so he could finish some biology project thinking 'who's really going to come in at seven-thirty to buy coffee?'
YOU ARE READING
Some Kind of Serendipity
RomanceIrial doesn't do relationships...and why should he? He's smart, sarcastic, likable and in his final year at university with a popular Twitter account and college radio station...plus, he's been burned before and doesn't need anyone besides his two f...
