All Men Are Not The Same

Blue or Purple?

Maddox passed by the small alley leading to his old house, that which he called home. He glanced at the alley but he continued his way to his destination as he knew that his little wooden house was no longer there. Mr Howard got it pulled down and sold the land around a year back.

Sitting on a bench vis à vis a small artificial lake in the park, Maddox was watching some kids playing around cheerfully, reminding him of the beautiful days he spent at that very place with his late sister and mother.

"Excuse me, have you seen a little blue ball of this size?" asked a dark-haired girl, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, gesturing with her hands trying to show the size of that ball she mentioned about.

"No, I haven't," was Maddox's blunt answer, without even lifting his eyes to see the person speaking to him.

"Oh no, I think it's lost," said the girl to her friend who was standing beside her, a gloomy look on her face.

"But I want that ball back. You don't know how precious it is to me. It was a gift from my mum!" sobbed the other girl.

Upon hearing the girl sobbing, Maddox looked up for the first time and stared at the girls, feeling sorry for the one who was crying. He watched her tears flow down her pale skin as her fine little nose turned red. The fragile-looking little blonde seemed to be the complete opposite of her brunette friend, in appearance and in character as well.

As she broke down in tears, her friend, who was way taller than her, held her protectively against herself, caressing her hair and whispering some words Maddox could not hear.

If it is a gift from her mum, I must help her find it.

Maddox, shaken up by the scene in front of him, wanted to ask her not to cry, but he could not formulate the right words, so, he simply stood up and started looking for the ball.

"God, please let me find that ball!" he murmured to himself as he went around the park searching each corner and asking people if they saw a little blue ball but in vain.

He was about to give up when a little boy of around seven came running towards him, holding a small ball in his hand.

"Is this what you've been looking for?" asked the child.

"Uh, not really," Maddox replied hesitantly, scrutinising the ball. "I don't know. Where have you found this?"

"My little puppy found this somewhere around and brought it to me."

"Okay, give it to me. I'll check with the girls over there to see if this is the one," Maddox gave a thankful smile to the little boy as he took the ball from him and walked towards the two girls.

"Here, is this the one?" Maddox asked, stretching his arm towards the little blond girl who looked at the ball, her tearful eyes widening in surprise.

"Yes! It is!" she exclaimed joyfully, grabbing the ball with one hand and drying her tears with the other, "where have you found it?"

"Do you call this blue?" Maddox retorted instead of answering her question. "This is purple!"

"This is kind of blue. Not purple!" the girl's brunette friend snapped back.

"No way! This is purple! Just purple! This is why you were not finding it. You were asking people to find a blue ball when it is in fact purple!" Maddox insisted as the young brunette rolled her eyes in disagreement.

"Please, no fighting over this petty matter. I'm just glad you found it for me. Thanks a lot!" said the blonde, her grey eyes shimmering with happiness. "What's your name?"

"Maddox. Maddox Howard," he said as he turned back, about to leave.

"You don't care to know our names?" the tall brunette, who was nearly as tall as Maddox, asked sarcastically.

Maddox turned back towards them, and sighed. "What are your good names ladies?" he asked, giving them one huge scornful smile.

"I am Angelica and she is Deborah," the all-smiling blond girl answered, ignoring Maddox's weird behaviour.

"Nice names. Well, I got to go now. Excuse me."

"It's fine. Thank you again for finding this precious little thing for me. I hope we see you again soon," said Angelica as she waved goodbye to Maddox.

"And if we don't see you again, that's fine too!" Deborah mumbled.

Maddox gave her a slightly annoyed look and then smiled to Angelica, "Bye."

"Euuu... what did he say his name was? Errrr... Maddox! Hey Maddox! Listen..." Deborah shouted as Maddox was walking away.

"What is it?" the boy yelled back.

"The ball was not purple! It was blue!" she smirked, stifling a laugh, getting on Maddox's nerves.

"Whatever!" Maddox left the park. Silly girl. He smiled, his dimple adorning his left cheek.
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So my dear readers,

Who do you think is the one for our hero? Who will be the woman of his life? ;)

Angelica or Deborah?

Do not hesitate to comment! And give me a vote! <3