Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying
Chapter 1
Iris's Point of View
Iris gritted her white teeth stained a bit with crimson blood as Mark's fist connected with her jaw again. She had learned to deal with his abuses, for normally it was her fault, and just block everything out until he went back to the couch and his good companion the bottle. This time however, he wouldn't stop for she did something bold. She took his beer and alcohol while he was out and dumped it in an attempt to calm his rage. It was a sad attempt though, and he came home furious.
She felt herself be thrown out of the open door, and it being slammed on her, every part of her body aching. Seeing that no one was looking, she grudgingly forced her aching muscles to pick herself up, limping down the street. She noticed people staring, so she painfully forced herself to walk on her bruised ankle, which had twisted when she was thrown out of the building. Sighing, she reached into the pocket of her hoodie and pulled out her black iPod nano 3rd generation. Immediately she set it on Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy and stared at the bright sidewalk before her. The sun shined down upon her, making her smile slightly, but it turned into a full-blown grin reaching her destination. Starbucks.
Pushing open the doors, she was engulfed by the fresh warm smell of various coffees, calming her down a bit, though she saw the place was packed seeing how it was still morning. Looking through her ginger-red, long, even bangs in front of her eyes, she saw an open booth and swiftly took it. She didn't come here for the coffee; she came here because it helped her relax. Crossing her arms and lying them on the table, she rested her head on them as she turned up her iPod and continued listening to Patrick's voice through the little black headphones of hers. She lost track of time and eventually dozed off, but was awoken by someone tapping her on her shoulder.
Golden eyes fluttered open as she turned off her iPod and looked up at her disturber. He had deep brown eyes that she could get lost in, and his black bangs side swept over one eye, but she couldn't help but realize who he was. Keeping quiet about his identity, she spoke up.
"Yes?"
Mystery Man's POV
He blinked down at her, mesmerized by her appearance. Her long red hair was drawn into two loose ponytails, thrown over her shoulders and her golden eyes held so much emotion in them it felt he could stare into them for hours. For a moment, he was speechless even after she spoke, mouth hanging open. When she repeated herself, he snapped out of it and stuttered slightly when he spoke.
"Oh, I-I, the place is packed, and this seat next to you is the only one available, would you mind if I sat here?" Great, now she thinks I'm a creepy weirdo who was checking her out... wonder if she knows who I am.. He wondered as he watched her eyes shut and her lips draw into a smile, lighting up the room almost in his eyes and replied.
"I really think you wouldn't want to sit with the likes of me, but I don't mind. After all, who could turn down the great Pete Wentz."
