Random Scene!
Well, i wrote this scene due to me and my very corrupted BFF’s having a VERY *cough-dirty-cough* interesting conversation about our OC’s and their love lives. Including people that have crushes on them, and future awkward scenes that should appear in our books. Not only will have have the original story on this post, i will also rewrite it and that will also be on this post. I’m 100% sure that Fang hates my guts just because i wrote this scene. I may go missing after this is posted, R.I.P me!! XD
Gosh darn these high cabinets, who in the world thought that 9 feet high cabinets were a smart idea? The tallest heroes in the facility didn’t even reach 6′4 and that's with heels. Believe it or not, heroes are typically short, most of them falling under 6′0. so why the hell are there cabinets in the kitchen 9 feet in the air! Well, truth be told the only person who used the high cabinets was Alex and he only used them to stash his chocolate supply. Basically, I’m stealing some of alex’s chocolate, he doesn’t need it anyway, over weight pig. I, on the other hand, do in fact need some chocolate, if i could ever reach it!
Straining my arm as far as it could go, wasn’t helping one bit. “Maybe I should climb on the counter,” I muttered under my breath, “ It would be easier and i wouldn’t have to stretch my- NO! I will not use the counter! I am not short, therefore I won’t lower my self esteem by using the counter to elevate me!”
Confidence levels boosted, the quest to reach the forbidden chocolate intensified. Now I was on my tippy toes, my need for sweets canceled out the concern for my well being. “Come on! Almost.. there.” I whispered, stretching my arm to the max. My fingers lightly brushed the chocolate, but could go no further.
“Dang it.” I hissed, withdrawing my arm and planting my feet firmly onto the tile floor. I guess I’ll be using the counter after all. Placing my hands on the counter, I prepare to lift myself up, when a warm presence appeared behind me. A hand reached past my head, grabbing the bag of candy out of the high cabinet. Startled, i whipped around expecting to see Alex, but discovering a god instead. I had no idea who the hell this guy was, but he’s gorgeous. if Michelangelo‘s “i haven't researched this yet” had come to life, this guy was it. he was all hard edges, sexy hard edges. And lord was he tall, 6′11 at least, basically a whole head taller than me. Light brown hair barely covered his head, shaved short on the sides and longer in the middle. Long lashes surround his chocolate eyes, his eyes were almost the same shade of Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate. Ironic given the fact that he was holding a bag of dark chocolate. His tan skin gave the impression that he certainly didn’t spend his time indoors.
“Where you reaching for this?’ he asked, tilting his head, which caused his lovely hair to sweep across his face.
“Uh... yea,” i said still taken back, “But I wanted the milk chocolate, not dark.”
“Oh?” Mr. Sexy Thing said, “ Milk chocolate coming right up.” Stretching his visibly muscular arm past my head again, which I really didn’t mind, he switched the dark chocolate for milk and handed it to me.
“Need me to reach anything else handsome?” He inquired, lifting one of his manicured eyebrows, his chocolate eyes still latched onto mine.
“Umm, no. That should be- wait...” The sudden realization slammed into me, leaving my answer trailing off into silence.
“Did you just call me handsome?”
He chuckled, “Yes, I did. Is it wrong to call people as they are?”
“Well... I-I-I don’t, er. Y-y-you can’t just go around calling people handsome you know!
“But I’m not calling anyone else handsome, except for you.” He countered, “I don’t go around calling everyone by their looks, only the few that catch my eye.”
Only the few that catch his eye? then that meant... oh my! Heat flooded my face, starting from the bridge of my nose and spreading to my cheeks. He couldn’t actually be interested in me, could he? If it was one thing I’m not it’s attractive. I mean, my looks were no where near all the other guys, they always had girls hanging on them left and right. With me the only thing that hung around was silence. And this incredibly hot stranger called me handsome? Me, of all people. This was a joke wasn’t it, it had to be... right? Well, whatever it was didn’t matter, cause I’m going as far away from this sexy, complimenting, tall, dark chocolate eyed man, who, come to think of it, appeared out of thin air, as i can. People who randomly flirt with strangers, creep me out. So what could i do to advert this strangers attention? suddenly, an idea popped up in my head. Oh yea, this was perfect and simple, now all i have to do was put it into action.
“Say, there’s another bag of candy I can’t reach, could you reach it for me?
“Changing the topic now, are you?” He pointed out, taking a step so he could lean on the kitchen island.
“I like chocolate more than i like conversations, chocolate tastes better.” I stated. Crossing my arms I gave him a pointed, raised eyebrow and all.
“I suppose it does taste better.” Mr Sexy admitted.
“You know, chocolate tastes better when it’s shared.” I slyly said.
“Does it now? I guess I’ll have to find out. Where is the other bag of chocolate again?
“Its over there, in that high cabinet.” I told him, pointing to the opposite of the door I needed to escape through. Pushing himself up, he lazily stalked up to the cabinets, opened up the one I pointed to, and began to search it. While he was searching for a nonexistent bag of chocolate, i edged towards the door slowly but surely nearing freedom.
“I can’t find the bag, are you sure it’s up here?” The stranger asked.
“Yep, I’m pretty sure it’s up there. Be thorough, the bag is small and easy to miss.” I responded, still moving towards the exit. The doorway was so close, i silently begged for the stranger to not turn around. Only two yards to go now, maybe i would escape without him noticing. Step by step I tipped toed towards the doorway, now inches from freedom. Upon reaching freedom’s doorway, I once more checked to confirm that Mr.Sexy was occupied searching for nonexistent chocolate. Seeing he was, I slipped through the doorway. Only to bump into - wait for it - none other than Mr.Sexy-man-who-should-be-looking-for-some-nonexistent-chocolate.
“I knew you were planning something when I saw that evil gleam creep into your eyes.”
Wha- what, how was he in front of me? Wasn’t he just behind me? Ahh... I understood now, teleportation. Teleporters were notorious for being flirtatious, since girls loved their “disappearing” act, which mostly including materializing with flowers or food for their audience. Once a teleporter set their sights on you, there was little chance of them changing it any time soon. There was only one way to rid yourself of a teleporter. Direct them to someone else.
So who else would i throw him on except the hottest boy in the city, Conner.
ok so the rewrite will go down here, but im tired. so ill do it some other time. so. let me tag some peeps to read this.
@theguildedtypewriter @feathered-quill @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave @prettylittledemonbitch @quiteweirdbutstillamazingbastian
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