A black coffee served at the less so populated diner restaurant in a small town in Alaska. With creaky yet comfortable red stalls and waitresses who can be nice enough to try and hit on you which is enough to be digusting, and sometimes do give you and extra cup to provoke you.
Slightly pathetic, but can't blame them really. They do seem desperate, which as I have analyzed in the past, did seem quite amusing and fun to think of if you create your own scenarios. But I could be amused now. Well not in 3 weeks.
The life of the party, I was. The King of troublemakers. The Ladies' Lion they used to call me back in highschool, which I assumed mainly bacause of my British accent and well presented figure. I came to Alaska about 7 years ago when I was 15.
Third person narration:
*door bell* of the diner rings softly as a 20 year old looking boy with black skinny jeans a red and grey sweater with red Nike shoes and short blonde hair with what seemed to be hair gel that has been applied on it.
Accompanying him was a girl who looked about the same age with long black wavy hair, a top with a mixture of white with green that is in a flower branches, spreading, wrapped around from her neck to her waist, Looking as if reflecting the joy of the Spring season. And a knee length skirt that is the colour of pure, light green that slightly sparkled as the sun's light reflected on it. And she wore white sandles with short heals that echoed throughout the place with its tap noise.
Both head towards the fellow sitting on the red stall in the bar area. He wore a black blouse, ripped black jeans, and grey vans that complimented his messy dark brown hair.
"Blue! I been lookin' for you man!", says the blonde haired boy as he is places his hand on his depressed looking friend. Blue turns around with still face that seemed a hard to read facial expression to his friend.
The girl behind clears her throat for attention and nudges the blonde boy as if to correct him. "We have been lookin' for you.", the boy finally says as the girl nods her head rather proudly in agreement towards Blue.
"Well now you know where I am", says Blue with a melancholic tone. With a cold manner towards his friends. Then a short silence followed. "Blaze Stephenson, it has been barley 3 weeks since you're-" the girl chockes on her words not realizing the now pained and angry looking Blue is starting at her with his intense brownish hazel eyes. "It has been what, Emily!? " says Blue with loud and angered tone of voice that even caused a waitress passing by to jump in surprise. The few people in the diner pointed their eyes at the now red faced boy, staring.
The silence in the place echoed throughout.
Until the blonde one breaks the silence "What Emily meant to say was that... Let it go Blaze. I'm sure you're gonna find the right path sooner or later. Don't dwell over it." says softly and with a quietly caring voice.
Blue takes a deep sigh closing his eyes. "I can't get it out of my head, Sam. It's been haunting me, that image for a decade. I wish I hadn't opened that door. I wish I hadn't heard those noises." says Blue now, still face. Almost soulless. Empty.
"It wasn't you're fault. You couldn't have done anything about it", says Emily slightly pained to see her best friend's look. Now her skirt's sparkles dimming as the sunset slowly approaches.
"But I was there. I was right there. And I couldn't move, I couldn't help them when they most needed me. They needed me. It's all my fault." says with a pained chuckle that made him sound mad or crazy. Pain and agony dispersing through and yet Blaze couldn't show it. He only showed madness.
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Sorry this is just a short chapter. Am only doing this for fun and to improve my creative writing.
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