The transparent doors of the bookstore─Lawrence, shut close soundlessly as Jeremy walked out with his baby blue satchel perched on his right shoulder.
A sudden assault of coldness creeping up his sleeveless arms made Jeremy halt for a second. He rubbed his goosebumps filled arms to find some momentous warmth.
The greeny─blue of his changeable eyes gazed around aimlessly, landing on the fellow pedestrians, who just like him were having a hard time with the after drizzle temperature drop.
Why are weather reports so inaccurate?
Inhaling the relatively cold air Jeremy sidestepped a stray can of coke.
The walk from the bookstore to the bus stop hardly takes five minutes but today Jeremy decided to fasten his pace. The cotton shirt he wore clung to his lanky physique but didn't help much in guarding from the cold air continuously trying to invade through the light material.
As soon as the bus stop came to view Jeremy heaved a breath of relief. Quickly getting inside the platform, he moaned audibly, loving the light warm air surrounding the enclosed waiting area.
Jeremy carefully sat on the seats allotted for the passengers and let the strap of his satchel fall off his shoulders. Interwining his fingers, Jeremy leaned against the wall and closed his eyes trying to meditate silently till the announcer informed of his bus' arrival.
"Arrrmm." The gruff and low groan made Jeremy open his eyes immediately and look in the direction from where it emitted.
Busy with himself till now, Jeremy failed to notice the other person at the far end to the left, shrivelled up. Worried he took careful steps and stopped right in front of the person. From here itself Jeremy could make out the dried trail of blood that clung to the curve of that person's cheekbones.
Jeremy panicked. Perhaps the person is injured?
"Excuse me." He spoke softly to the person.
The stranger's mass of raven curls dipped back and a pair of squinting grey eyes looked back at Jeremy.
If time were to stop Jeremy wouldn't have minded. The person in front of him seemed extremely handsome, capable of rivaling the nation's top Male models. With eyes so clear and deep, people might have always looked twice to make sure this person is real.
The person stared back at him with curious eyes and something more that he couldn't comprehend properly at the moment.
Once again Jeremy insisted. "Are you injured? You seem to have dried blood trails down your cheekbones."
No words came in response.
The same stare that trickled Jeremy's body a few moments ago now made him feel self conscious.
Is there something on his face, Jeremy thought. Maybe the person doesn't talk? Perhaps the person is so unwell that he cannot speak? The last thought made Jeremy more worried and he bent towards the person's face, trying to find any visible bruise or cut.
The stranger immediately leaned back, grey eyes widening.
Jeremy narrowed his eyes inspecting but didn't find any visible bruise. Straightening his posture, Jeremy searched inside his satchel to find the spare piece of handkerchief he always brings for emergencies.
"Ah." He muttered happily, finally grasping the white handkerchief. Jeremy offered the handkerchief to the person. The person looked at the piece of cloth but didn't make any motion to take it.
"Bus 4509 has arrived. Boarders please go in." The announcer suddenly burst shaking both of them.
Jeremy glanced outside to see the blue─white vehicle stopping in front of the platform. His bus has arrived. He once again looked back to see that the person had made no move to take the offered cloth. Sighing impatiently, Jeremy boldly took one of the person's hands and forced the cloth on the stranger's palm. "Take this. Okay?"
With a last warm smile Jeremy hurried towards the automatic doors, marching out as they opened to the awaiting bus, leaving the shook stranger on his seat, palm still out in the air, holding the white cloth.
It has been approximately two weeks since the incident at EDEN. Two weeks since Roy could take his mind of regular stress and focus on his hobby─in other words making cocktails. Fourteen days of unwanted break really ruins one's mood. After all, this break kept Roy away from his hobby.The ear stinging sound of the blow dryer irritated Roy to his bones but he needed to dry his hair. Nobody will willingly try to catch a cold in this weather. "Oi man! I am off. Bring in some dinner boxes tonight. Cannot cook. Have to submit a report tomorrow." Ken's loud voice echoed through the apartment before the door shut with a thud.Roy ran a hand through his half dried-half wet hair and turned the dryer off. A freshly washed jeans lay on his bed as Roy did the buttons of his teal coloured shirt, standing in front of his clothing drawers.Those pants might be over worn but still goes with anything.Dressing up for the day, Roy saved a reminder to bring home packed dinner.Ken is the cook of the h
EDEN's lounge area was nearly quiet─except for the sound of the occasional tapping of fingers─and Monroe and Ken's breathing─as both of them sat busy with their iPhones respectively.The orange-yellowish mini bulbs hung low above the mahogany counter─Roy was currently standing behind. The light grazed the wood with tenderness, the smallest of the lines on it became visible.A tick resounded in the lounge indicating the passing time. A white clock stood among the bottles of various spirits on the shelves right behind Roy. It's position was hardly noticeable to anyone unless it's the employees. Roy's eyes wandered around the lounge, lingering on the French windows. The view outside wasn't good to look at but that's the view Roy had gotten accustomed to. He let his hands rest on the counter and breathed in, his shoulders slumping and tentatively looked at the ingredients for the cocktail he was about to practice-prepare aligned nicely to one side.Sun will be going down soon and this bar
Tonight─the sky looked clear. Pairs of stars were scattered across the bluish-black sky─creating a widespread halo of twinkling lights.The neon headers of EDEN reflected on the pavement. The street light lamp overlaying it's shadow.Roy stepped out of the entrance of EDEN, nodding at Ricky─the bouncer, who in return flashed a shiny smile.Roy had narrowly escaped from the clutches of his best friends and sneaked out after a little pleading with Sergio─while Monroe and Ken were busy downing shots of tequila and talking with some other classmates they met there.A strong gush of night breeze enveloped Roy's hoodie clad upper body and he stopped, liking the rush of wind. The amount of pedestrians from the sidewalk hadn't lessened either. Guess it's because he left very early today.Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black pants, Roy trudged past the people to the head of the sidewalk─to the crossing.Roy didn't have to wait long as the lights changed in seconds and along with othe
Roy's reflection smiled back at him from the mirror, forehead hidden by the messy bed hair and his grey orbs shining with newfound joy.Last night Roy had managed to snag up the number of his beautiful bus stop stranger, Jeremy─by uncertain luck. As he reminisced about the encounter, his heart began pounding and a warmth spread through his bare skin. Wiping the after shower vapor sticking to the mirror, Roy dried himself off, mind fogged with the thoughts of someone named Jeremy."Be there by eleven." Opening the bathroom door, Roy saw a foolishly grinning Ken blocking his way.Roy tsked and pushed past Ken, who was standing blocking the bathroom's door and doing on-spot jogs, the volleyball team Jersey and shorts stretching on Ken's muscular body."I need to go to the cafeteria too." Roy replied before closing the door to his room. Changing into a pair of mint green trousers and black shirt, he combed through his tangles, pushing them back with a thin black hair band. After finishin
The ear piercing shrieks from the audience stands rattled Jeremy to his core. His breath fell short on witnessing the massive Volleyball court. The splendidly brightened Gym exuded energy. Indeed this was a mindblowing first time experience for Jeremy."Shooketh, aren't ya?" A voice spoke smugly in Jeremy's ear. He turned to the petite lady on his arm smirking triumphantly and also clutching his bicep in a vice grip.Jeremy looked back at the stands, gulping hard. The stands buzzed with an enormous crowd."I guess-" The same hand pulled Jeremy before he could complete his words, past the announcer's table to the Players section. He immediately stiffened and tried his best to free away from the demonic clutches."Don't act like that Jeremy Dahl. The current beauty of the Literature department is dragging you with her. Most guys here think you are a lucky kid." The female voice exclaimed.Jeremy scowled and argued "I swear it Sasha, if any of your admirers come to pick on me from tomorro
Peering into the blue—green changeable eyes of Jeremy with veiled grief, Roy forced a gulp down his clogged up throat.No matter how hard Roy beckoned his inner self to speak, a storm of misery twisted his stomach.Jeremy on the contrary refused to change his happy expression and firmly waited for Roy to speak.Unable to hold the silence, Sasha cut it off asking—rather enthusiastically "Do you know him Jerry?"Roy's heart throbbed listening to the nickname and his brows creased. The intense emotions running through Roy was indecipherable to others present.Jeremy glanced at his elder sister and replied "Yes. We met at the bus stop and Roy here was persistent to return back a handkerchief—I lend him.""Handkerchief?" Sasha questioned-her ocean blue irises scanning this Roy guy in a strict manner.Seeing, Sasha's penetrating gaze, Roy bit his lips, unable to comprehend a reaction. She stepped forward—with her slender hands on hips.Roy's silence prevailed.Monroe who hasn't spoken anythi
Rising as victorious with consecutive wins in the last two Sets of all three, Amaryllis Volleyball Team was surrounded by appraisals and cheers. Defeating the team in their domain certainly proved hard for Karlstein.
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