The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 7: There's nothing you can do about it

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Chapter 7:

This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about."

― Marilyn Monroe

(Edmunds P.O.V.)

How easily you entrance me. I sighed tearing my gaze away from the tree that has been with me longer than I can remember. Blonde hair caught my eye and I felt the corner of my lip twitch slightly. He came shuffling down the sidewalk looking exhausted and dejected as always but the moment he looked up he would perk up and smile. As if on cue he looked up catching my gaze and his eyes lit up a shy smile gracing his features, a charming blush tingeing his cheeks.

"Good morning Joseph."

His cheeks darkened further his eyes casting downward out of habit.

"Good morning Edmund."

"Out for your usual coffee before work?"

He smile fell the shine in his eyes dimming. What is so dreadful at his job that it has such an affect on his that it drains him so easily?its very unbecoming.

"Ah...no. Not today. I came to say good morning to you and to go grab a quick bite to eat." That flush returned. "W-would you like to join me?"

My brow arched a smirk tugging at my lips.

"I do enjoy your company in the morning. I suppose I could impose on you this morning I am quite peckish."

His eyes shine with delight and we walked across the street to the small bakery on the other side of the bookstore. I set my trench coat on the back of the chair and sat down my eyes roaming over the young man in front of me. He is surprisingly attractive just very...timid. He wore a crisp white collared shirt tucked into loose fit slacks and a pair of dark grey chuck Taylor's. Today his hair was a bit wild and refused to sit neatly. He unconsciously kept running his fingers over the part that kept giving him difficulty.

"Good morning gentlemen." A light airy voice greeted. "What can I get you this fine morning?"

I looked up and nodded politely. A plump older woman in her mid 60s stood in front of us, bright green eyes full of life fawning over us. How adorable. I looked over to Joseph to start the order. He panicked slightly and quickly looked over the menu.

"Uh..."

His face began turning pink as he struggled to figure out what he wanted.

"We would both like an order of croissants drizzled in chocolate and orange juice please."