Beautiful Disaster

Beautiful Disaster Chapter 16

Chapter 16

“Izzy, this so can’t be happening. Avala is missing! And Troy won’t even let us help search for her.”

                It’s been three day’s since Avala’s gone missing. Everyone is all up in hell searching for her. Back at the safe-house Troy had brought in some sort of reinforcement called: The Guardians. Apparently, they are halflings in some groupie thing here to come and ‘save Avala.’

                “She is my best friend and Troy just expects us to sit here and do nothing!?”

                Earlier Troy had said that ‘it would be best’ if Poppy and I pretty much go away to do well—whatever that doesn’t involve getting in everyone’s way. It’s too dangerous for the inexperienced. So, little miss frantic next to me here whined and balled her eyes out so we could at least go window shopping in this hell bent small downtown of Grand Haven.

                It had been a close call but eventually little girl in pink got her way, with a few strings attached. With all hell going about Avala and her disappearance, Dean got us a babysitter. Okay, I’ll admit that babysitter is pretty hot. He’s built with luscious muscle, dark smoked skin, dark and mysterious brown eyes, and a sexy deep voice. Too bad he doesn’t talk all that much. To me he’s a walking we dream that came real.

His name is Luca, but I like to think of him as Casanova. Really, what kind of guy would keep all of that packed in without a little bit of show and tell? I’m crossing my fingers hoping and praying that he tells and by god shows. The moment he, or I, makes the first move I’m so all over everything.

In the slow passing hours I’m alongside Poppy while she’s window shopping the sidewalks of downtown Grand Haven.  The darn town is in the process of reconstructing its widely known event of the year: The Coast Guard Festival.  It’s a week long summer event that honors the members of Coast Guard.  

Coast Guard begins at the end of July through the first week of August. Through the week different events are hosted. Most of which, I think, include the old farts like golfing. There’s a parade, obviously, some sort of stuff put on for the younger rug-rats, and I know there’s a long and painful race that people actually run in.  

This boring festive occasion does have a few good things. The carnival is where I spend pretty much most of my time. It’s got a few okay rides, the overly priced game stands that people waste their money and time on, and my all time favorite the junk food stands; the elephant ears, greasy pizza, fries, and cotton candy.

The carnival is where I do most of my guy scoping. Okay so in the past few years I really haven’t been very lucky. But this year everything changes.

“We’ve been shopping for two hours now and I only have ten bags. With Avala here I would’ve had twice the amount!” Poppy drones on and on about Avala with anything and everything that concerns that self-centered wannabe. What the vari doesn’t know is that I don’t give a rat’s ass but rather my attention is focusing on the guardian hunk that’s ordered to follow us.

                “Hmhm yeah cool,” I mechanically nod my head, too far concerning myself with how many times Luca is looking at me.         

                “You’re not even listening!”

                “I am too!”         

                Poppy isn’t looking convinced. So I flash her a toothy smile that I’ve perfected quite well in hopes to show some of my friendly concern.