Life is good. That's the simple conclusion Edward had. He was in his best years, at a great collage and studing hard. He had the looks, he hade the grades, the money and he had it all. No worries. He lived in his perfect Little bubble with no clue that his way to look at the World was about to crash and burn. All thanks to a very special little lady.
"What kind of crap is that?" came it angrily from the young woman before him. He was taken back. "Why would you just assume that I can't carry a fucking box?" continued the brunette and stared up at him with deep, dark brown eyes. This wasn't what he had expected when he walked up to her and tried to help her. This wasn't what he had expected at all.
Just a few moments ago was he on his way home from the study date with one of his best palls, it was nice weather for once and in a short distance he thought that walk is what every environment-enlighten person would do. It actually made him feel really good about himself. It made him feel like he could add eco-friendly to his list of good qualities. And he spotted a hottie. So sue him. By a red truck that locked old enough to fall apart any minute stood a long legged goddess with a big cardboard box over her arm, propped up against her shoulder while she tried to close and lock the door after her. It seemed like he was by her side in an instant and tried to take that box from her with one of his best smiles ready to disarm her. "Let me help you with that." It was sort of then hell broke loose. She just stared at him for a couple of seconds and Edward kept smiling at her, thinking he manage to daze her pretty well. Come on! He know he looked good. He had the looks, he had the brain and obviously he had a big heart to go with it. Who wouldn't be dazed? Well… then there was that thing about hell because…
This was not what he had expected. You could say that twice. And a couple of more times. She started telling him off. Big time. "You never meet me! Why the fuck couldn't I carry my own fucking shit?!" Yeah, Edward was pretty sure she would start spitting fire like a dragon any second now. Spontaneously combust at the very least. So he thought be better calm down this hysterical woman before that scene happened.
"Hey! Easy! I was just trying to help!"
"Help? Does it look like I'm helpless?"
"Come on! You just don't leave a pretty girl struggling alone on the street."
That seemed to quiet her down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she looked up at her with those big, big chocolate eyes. "And then what?" she asked with the cutes smile and the smoothest voice and he didn't hear the heavy sarcasm until she continued. "We go on a fucking date?"
With that she stormed of – with her box – into the nearest building. The sound of her high heels clicking in her wake. In a moment of pure anger he turned after her and yelled "Slut!". He didn't know why but that woman rattle his cage a bit and he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. He took a kick at the old trucks tire and then continued on his way home. Still angry with that fucked up dyke.
So, this is an idéa I've had for a very long time and I would very much like to try it out. I would be most grateful if anyone would like to join me on this travel. Helped with idéas and thoughts. Anyway! Take care!
