So this idea came to me last night, so I had to get the first scene down or it would be lost forever.
If anyone had told me how extraordinary my life would turn out, I would never have believed them. If anyone had tried to tell me how much of an impact Isaac would have on my life I would never have believed that either. I was twenty-five when my life changed forever and I was not even aware that it had happened. In fact it started even before then when I think about it. Let us say when I was twenty-three, after all that is when I met Maggie Lucas. She was already working at Denims when I started, it was only meant to be until something better came along but I was having too much fun so stayed. Much to my parents despair. Mags and I became inseparable and would often spend our Friday nights at the local pub talking about all the amazing things we were going to do together. It was on one of these Friday nights, when I was twenty-five, that changed my life forever, and I am assuming Mags life too.
We were in the Queens Head pouring over a booklet called Peru Adventures, it was from an information pack that contained everything we needed to know about the once in a life time adventure that was being offered. We were both excited and most importantly; we had found something we were actually going to do. When we were interrupted by a commotion at the bar.
“Bloody hell! You’re limper than a Monks dick!” Yes I know vulgar, but for some unknown reason Mags seemed to attract that sort of bloke. I prefer the classier type myself. Anyway. She looked at me, that look that I knew meant she had homed in on her next victim. Rolling my eyes I watched as she slowly got up, adjusted herself before strutting towards the bar with a deliberate swing to her hips. You know the kind, the one when a woman wants guys to look at her backside. She threw a glance over her shoulder at me, long enough for me to mouth that she looked like a tart. Of course she did not. She never did, as always she was flawless with her pale skin and raven black hair. I openly hated her some days, no effort and she was always stunning. She smiled at me, shrugged and then proceeded to bump into Mr Vulgar.
The pair had been arm wrestling, yes original I know, but stopped once they were aware of Mags. Mr Vulgar was instantly drawn to her and I knew this was going to end badly. It always did with Mags. He was exactly her type. His clothes were scruffy, his hair was in need of a trim and from the angel I was sitting at he could of done with a shave as well. His companion looked over his shoulder at me so I busied myself with the booklet, then regretted it seeing as I did not know what he looked like. For the next few minutes I kept looking over at the three of them and I will not lie; I was starting to get hacked off. There was me sitting on my own while the three of them had a grand old evening. I was just considering leaving my whore bag friend when she reappeared, smacking me on the shoulder.
“Diane! What’s wrong with you? Isaac hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you and there you are ignoring him.”
“Your one of course. Come on, come say hello.” I risked a look in his direction, he had one of those faces that seemed too pretty to be a man’s, but also perfect at the same time. You know the typical pretty boy look. His hair was longer than Mr Vulgar’s but seemed better kept. He grinned at me and before I knew it I was letting Mags guide me towards the bar and into the seat beside him.
“Hi.” His voice vaguely registered as soft in the back of my mind but I was to busy gazing at his eyes. They were sapphire blue, or was it more ocean blue? No matter, they were blue, just the right kind that I would get lost in. “I’m Isaac.”
Even then as I replied with some strange noise that I never worked out the English for I had no idea that my life had just changed.
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