This will hopefully develop into a longer story of people like it. It's a NARLA story set in 2010 but I'm not very sure about it. Please review to let me know what you think. I know this isn't a very good first chapter but I've just kind of gone for it to be honest.
"Bye Car," I hear Michelle drunkenly slur from inside the Rovers as I leave, walking along the cobbles back to my flat.
As I feel the cold wind blow through my raven hair, I start to feel incredibly cold.
Not wearing tights was probably a bad idea.
And wearing a short dress, also a bad idea. Great, just flaming great.
Turning the corner, I'm suddenly forced to stop as I crash into someone.
"Watch where you're flamin' going will ya?" I start to say loudly at the stranger as I attempt to lift myself off where I'd fallen onto on the floor.
"Woah, I'm sorry, let me help you?"
As he reaches down his hand, I look up and my eyes meet his. I stare for a little too long but I can't help it. It's something about him and I just have to stare for that little bit longer.
Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my daze and allow my hand to meet his as he pulls me from the floor.
"Err thank you," I say awkwardly. I still can't help but feel intrigued by him. I've never met him, never seen him and yet, here I am finding myself not being able to tear my eyes away.
"No problem," he replies smugly as I feel him looking me up and down.
There's a brief pause where I can't help but just look intently at him until I feel someone needs to break this silence. I can't handle it any longer. I just feel... I don't even know what I feel. I feel I need to know more about him.
"Carla Connor," I announce.
"Nick Tilsley," he replies back leaving another long pause of silence and it's like our eyes are just drawn to each other's.
"I don't think I've seen you around here before," I attempt to say casually.
"Well you wouldn't have," he replies, not bluntly, more secretive and mysterious, leaving me desperate to know more.
"Well, err thanks for the help up then, I'd better be going," I say just to try to prevent another unbearable silence.
"It's no problem, I guess I'll see you around then,"
"Yeah, I'll see you around,"
He steps to the side, letting me pass him.
As I walk back towards the flat, I hope I didn't make a fool out of myself. I haven't had that much to drink anyway.
I try to distract myself desperately on the walk back, thinking of work, thinking of anything. But, every time I'm drawn back to him.
The mysterious man.
Nick Tilsley.
Who knows if I'll even see him around.
But, one thing I do know is, I sure hope I do.
Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it but I'm not very sure about it. Please review to let me know if you want me to carry it on. Like I said, I know it's not very good but it's late and I wanted to put something up so I can concentrate on others tomorrow.