Sup? It's Unger69 and welcome to my second drabble…thing. I just wanted to give some quick info about the story and how it came to be. Cause in all reality, Maylene and Will on a date? It just wouldn't happen. So the story behind this is a while ago I went cosplaying with a friend of mine and we were cosplaying Maylene and Will. We ended up going to Perkins and realized how weird it would be if the characters we were cosplaying were actually on a date. So yeah, that's the story. Nothing grand but hey, it was fun. Oh the story is written through Will's eyes. So beware. He isn't exactly the kindest person.
Enjoy and review? I would love to get some feedback. :)
Looking forward, across the table, all I could see was her. The look of despair spread across her face. She needed help and instead found me. How? I'm not exactly sure myself. Those few minutes occurred so fast, it became a blur to the mind. I could feel frustration grow. Looking forward, I pushed my glasses up and asked her one simple question.
"Why?"
Startled, she began to fumble with the clear, empty glass in front of her. Words poured out at an impressive rate. However, none of it was coherent. Progress was being made though, if only at a faster rate. Feeling a frown etch across my face, I narrowed my eyes and asked my simple question, to the idiot before me, for the second time. This time, however, with more force.
"Why?"
She looked up towards me. Sadness was plastered over her face. Obviously someone, and unfortunately not Grell, was the case. This woman was in dire need of mental help. Still, why is she here with me?
"He complimented me."
Resting my head on my hand, I looked at the woman. Her face was only becoming redder with each passing minute. Moving my hand towards the bridge of my nose, I debated on what to say. A headache was beginning to brew and my patience was thinning at an impressive rate. Irritated, I spoke the only thing that was on my mind.
"That filthy demon."
Shock formed on the female's face. Obviously I struck a nerve. However, it didn't matter. She was a female and their hormones are not exactly, pleasant. Nor are they easy to understand. Either way, I have a feeling that no matter what I say, nothing will make this situation any better. She made up her mind and now, I'm going to pay the price. Sebastian, you are truly one Hell of a demon.