Carl Chiasson: No Boundaries
Nearing Bob's Bikes, I opened the greasy door and entered. The pungent aroma of rubber filled my nostrils. As my eyes glazed over the hovering sleek bikes hanging by single threads, I made eye contact with a boy around my age. I paused and gaped at his face; exuberant brown eyes looked at me through his dark luscious lashes. His chiseled jaw tightened suddenly as he looked down, showing me his full head of silky light brown hair. My eyes scanned the remainder of his body, and let me say that I wasn't disappointed. From behind the counter I could see his six pack ever so slightly protruding from his black uniform polo, crying for some exposure. After viewing this god like creature, how was it possible for an awkward girl like me to talk to someone like him? Nevertheless, I slowly made my way up to the counter and bashfully stood in place. Standing there for a good three minutes, my ears were blessed by a heavenly rugged voice.
"Are you just going to stand there like a sitting duck or actually buy something?'
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned.
"I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence.
"Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice.
"I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented.
Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying?
"You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door.
With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second.
"Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat.
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He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before.
Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart?
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