Brice's POV
I slumped in the uncomfortable library chair, doodling a random sketch of, well, something, in my sketchpad. It was summer, yet I was here, stuck working in my Dad's Library- basically a tiny corner shop next to a run-down coffee shop, and a mall. The library was a dusty place, antique photos hung up in fancy frames on the walls. Rows apon rows of old books lined the orderly shelves, and the windows let in the mid-day light; Most kids my age-16- that were smart enough-and had a car- would probably be at the beach right now, where as I was stuck in a dusty old room with a bunch of old books.
Quit mopeing about it, just get back to work a voice in my head hissed, and I rolled my eyes. Not like anyone comes in here, anyways....
Yeah, but you got a job so you could WORK, not slack off and draw some.. some.. whatever your'e drawing...
Whatever...
I stuffed the sketchbook under a large pile of books, cleverly concealed by titles like Moby Dick, Robinson Corusoe, and such. I sighed, spinning around in the spiral chair that sat behind the old maple wood desk, covered in loose paperwork and unfinished sketches.Stopping the chair, I faced the old, dusty mirror in the corner of the room, and I took a long, bored look at myself.
My blonde-almost yellow- hair- no matter what i did- always stuck up at odd angles, and my blue eyes seemed to glow slightly-thats how blue they were. People always seemed to cast me out because of my odd appearance, but I'm ok with that. I'm used to it, anyways... That, and I'm just not a "people person", if that's what you want to call it, anyways.
Another reason that I rarely made friends is that my father was a businessman, and we never stayed anywhere too long; usually the span of a school year.
Suddently, the merry jingle of bells snapped me out of my own intense gaze at, well, myself, and I looked towards the door. As soon as I saw who it was, my gaze dropped to the wooden desk, blushing slightly. Reaching for one of my unfinished sketches, I started to draw, making it seem as if I hadn't noticed him.
And yes, I said HE. And yes, i am a guy.
Just another reason to be cast out, i guess.
I am Bi, thanks for asking. I figured that out around a year ago, after awhile at my highschool. Being an outsider and all, I knew everybody, but no one knew me. I guess it will always stay that way
Where was I? Oh yeah..
Well, 'He' wore a grey-almost black- hoodie, its hood pulled over his hair, which was a a nice shade of brown. It hung over the left side of his face, covering one of his Hazel-grey eyes. He also wore a faded pair of jeans, as well as a torn up pair of black Converse shoes. He was reading one of the many books in his hands, clearly into whatever kind of book it was. He took a seat by the windowsill, and, before looking over at me with a frown, he went back into his book. I see this boy here everyday, always avoiding eye contact, and reading out of that leather-bound book. I also recognized him from school- we had Honor's Science together. Though, after all the encounter's that i'd had with the boy, i'd still never caught his name.
Pity, now get back to work damnit! My subcontious hissed, and I knew it was right- he was probably straight. anyways.. I dug my sketchbook back out from the pile of heavy books, and contnued to work on the light sketch that I had been working on before. Now that I really looked at it, I realized that it was A rose, perfectly shaded, too
When did I draw a Rose? Last time i looked at this, it was just a bunch of squiggily lines... I thought, with a frown. Oh well, i'll worrk about that later.
(Time skip because I can, yo ^-^)
I ran a hand through my yellow-blonde hair, bored out of my mind. Occasionally, i would see the brunette in the corner peek over the top of his book at me, then go back to reading quickly. I didn't even realize I was stairing untill I looked away, back at the ajar scetchbook.
'The sketchbook' was a Black notebook, the edges and corners lined yellow. The black was atcually leather, stained to look black, atcually. It was the last thing my mother had given me, before she had dissapeared when I was 8. Ever since then, I had kept the journal as safe as possible. No one, exept a few select people had ever even seen inside it. My father wasn't even one of these people.
I twirled my pencil in my hand, pretty bored. You don't know how long the days are in that old shop. Oh well, it's good pay, anyways..
Yeah, you need the money, too....
Shuddup
I checked the time, and I smiled slightly when I realized that it was almost closing time. My favorite time of day; closing time. Night was a close second, though. Already, the scarlet marks of the setting sun could be seen in the sky. Almost as soon as i had checked the time, the brunette boy picked up his books, and walked out the door, not a word exchanged. Though, as he walked out the door, he looked back at me, before looking away swiftly. Was he Blushing?!? I thought with a jolt, my face red. No. no, It was probably just a trick of the light, that's all. The last thing I saw before I got up from my seat was the brunette boy swiftly walking down the street. He seemed to be in a hurry, almost dropping his books in an effort to go as quick as he could. Casting a final glance towards the run-down library, he rounded the corner, and went out of sight.
The question still remained, though. Who WAS that brunette boy..? Why did he have so much free time to spend at my father's run-down bookshop? And, most importantly, did he blush on his way out, or was it just me being paranoid?
Yes, you're being paranoid. Quit thinking about him. Now.
The voice in my head can be demanding sometimes. Funny, I thought it was supposed to help me make good decisions, not to be a pain...
I picked up my sketchbook, trying to fix my spiky blonde-yellow hair-with no affect-before heaving a sigh, and walking out the door(and locking it behind me)
All sorts of questions swam in my mind-nauseating, really. I decided to sleep on it, and see if he-the mysterious brunette- would return in the morning..
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Again all the first 16 chapters will be copied and pasted. once all 16 chapters are done, I'll continue then on. Thanks!
