Rambling

26

Civil stood frozen to his spot, and stared at the blonde woman in from of him, with his mouth agape.

What the?

Civil looked into her brown eyes, and wondered who this woman was standing in Elliot's house. She was very beautiful, almost to the point where it was unattractive and unrealistic how 'beautiful' she was. She had a slim figure, and from the low cut shirt he could tell she was unnaturally busty for her age. In her tan arms was a small fluffy dog, growling slightly at Civil from her arms. Her hand brushed back her long blonde hair, her long nails catching in the strands.

"Hello?" She asked, her voice sounding nasally, like a teenagers voice.

Civil tried to find words to speak, but was at a loss. Nothing came, and he just stood there staring at her like an idiot. She shifted on her feet, most likely uncomfortable at his dumb stare. Civil cleared his throat, and summoned the courage to speak, finding his voice.

"Um, erm, yes hello, um, is Poppy Park's here?" He stuttered, watching her brush the dogs hair.

"Who are you?" She asked again, raising her perfectly shaped eye brows at him.

When he was about to answer, a deep voice called out from the main hall, "who's there Talia?"

The voice shook Civil, powerful and deep, something out of a movie. The mans voice floated down the hall. Foot steps followed until a man stood beside the blonde woman, and the sight sent chills down Civil's body, and not in a good way.

He must had been Elliot's father, for Elliot looked like the spitting image of him. Although he looked far older, there were shocking resemblances between them. This man however, matured with his age and held the handsome appearance. The sharp jaw line, to the light stubble, to the ocean blue eyes; he was nothing but handsome and powerful with his height, yet, he was terrifyingly serious.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble as he spoke.

Civil was once again taken aback, and was at a loss for words. He was blushing, and probably looked deranged- maybe even psychotic. The man placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, and as he looked ready to shut the door, a boy appeared out from between the woman's legs, shoving by her.

"Gabe!" She demanded, sounding offended that the boy pushed her.

Gabe, Elliot's younger brother looked up and met Civil's eyes, his face bursting into a freckly grin. There was zero resemblance between Gabe and his father, and nothing to the woman either.

"Civil!" He yelled, running out to hug his leg and waist, not being tall enough to reach any higher.

Smiling awkwardly, Civil gave him a slight hug. He had only met Gabe once, but he was a pure hearted kid and that somehow fell in love with Civil. His father looked ready to kill Civil, so he quickly spoke up to defend him randomness of hugging his son.

"I'm a friend of Poppy, I was wondering if she was here, but I look to be interrupting so I can just leave-" he started, but the man raised his hand to shush him, and it worked instantly.

He had never been so afraid to an older man. It was only because he looked shockingly like Elliot, it gave him the heebie jeebies. He slowly dropped his hand, and never once showed a smile, while the woman now brightly smiled at him.

"Oh, well you should come inside then!" She laughed, grabbing onto Gabe's upper arm to pull him inside.

"Stoooooop," he groaned, dragging his feet as he was pulled inside.

Civil cracked a smile, but looked at the man again, who only scowled at him. After staring for a hard minute, he slowly turned around, and let Civil come inside. Civil felt as if he had been violated, the man's stare was so intense that he felt like he was thoroughly searched. Stepping inside, he shut the door behind him, and went to go into the living room.