Accusations|| Colin & Owen
He stood at the edge of the crowd, eyes shifting around the room. The smell of coffee drifted through the bookshelves and around the patrons. There was a sea of women, all varied in age, each reacting to every word the author spoke with an array of facial expressions. Colin tapped his index finger against his lips, studying the faces before him. There were of course men there as well, each peppered into the swarm, equally rapt, but for reasons that predominantly appeared unique in comparison.
Colin gripped the soft cover book in his left fist, bending the glossy finish and working creases into its surface. He continued to study the crowd, their murmurs and facial reactions to what the young author in front said. Though this wasn’t his usual scene, his daughter Sarah had come home several months prior from a book reading. She was growing into a cultured young woman, someone Colin had to worry little about. He knew that Sarah could take care of herself, but his paternal anxieties heightened when he found a pack of birth control in her bedroom.
With his suspicions heightened, he rummaged through what little belonging were left, wondering how careless she could be to leave something like that in her waste basket.
"Excuse me," a voice broke his thoughts.
He turned his head in the direction of the person addressing him, and realized the queue he was in had moved forward without him in the process. “Sorry,” Colin muttered and took several paces forward, only two people away from his objective.
His fingers pressed into the pages as he opened the book to the inscription he had found: Sarah, pleasure meeting you. All the best, your friend Owen. For whatever reason, Colin found these words suspect. Though they may have just been the kind words of a celebrity trying to maintain a fan, he was far more sensitive as of late on account of the pills he found in Sarah’s room.
There was only one more person left, and he stepped forward, pressing the book’s pages back together. Though there was a part of him that knew his accusations were founded in the ridiculous, there was something nagging at him, telling Colin he had to be certain.
When the woman ahead of him finally walked off with reddened cheeks and a disgusting grin, Colin placed the book down in front of Owen Harding and pointed down at it with his left index finger. “Mind explaining this to me mate?” He questioned, staring back at the young author. There was something about fatherhood that could drive any man a little bit crazy. The fact that he knew his own thoughts about women made the idea of letting Sarah out of the house seem questionable.
As he stared at the other man, he could tell that he was the attractive sort that women often pined for. The one small consolation he had was that Sarah didn’t go after that Beiber brat. She had taste, he could give her that. “The bit on the inside,” he continued to specify what he meant, and then flipped to the inscription he only just read.
jacobvanloon
2087
yousharknotpass
turnnoffyourmind
theartofmadeline
germansingergirl
jbbartram-illu
