I've met the man of my wet dreams.
There he was gorgeous as ever. Dark pin curled hair, olive skinned, beautifully toned,
golden brown eyes surrounded by luciously thick black eyelashes. Maybe I have a thing
Italian looking men. Ugh he was to die for. This is Just me day dreaming of course,
I should be so lucky.
In fact I would need more then luck, considering what is lying in my crisp linen
bed sheets right now. One Michael Karofsky. I shiver at the thought of his name and wonder
why the hell I am still with this violent moron, two years is a long time to hide the fact
your 'boyfriend' is emotionally and physically tormenting you. I hate the thought of being
alone with him but I hate the thought of being alone even more.
He used to be vaguelly attractive and mysterious, like a chunky Collin Farrel,
before we got together. Now he's just some asshole I can't get off my sofa and out of my
house! Here is the question i ask myself everyday; How can I be with a man that so openly
hates me and that I so deeply detest? The answer I know of course, beacuse I have no-one
else, besides Stef, I'm stuck in Ohio, Stuck in a shitty job, in a shitty school, where I
met my shitty boyfriend.
'KURT?' Shit. How long have I been lost in my own little world? I stare blankly at Stef,
a young girl who works at The Lima Bean coffee shop. She also happens to be my best friend,
my only friend. The light in my miserable life. She was the first real friend I made when I
left school, after everybody left for college moving on with their lives and going somewhere
in life.
'Kurt! Just go already! It's 8am, stop loitering you are going to be late and for gods sake,
get a good nights sleep you look like shit. Besides you work to hard anyway.' Stef says
pointing an accusing finger at me as she shoves my coffee at me with her other hand.
'Thanks for the confidence boost Stef, you know how to make a man feel good.' I snap sarcasm
dripping from my lips; taking comfort in our childish banter. She winks at me as I turn on
my heel about to dramatically storm towards the door, when the sudden sweltering heat of my
coffee bursts out of my cup as It's crushed to my chest.
'Fuck.' I scream gasping for air, face contorted in pain and confusion at the sudden coiling
flesh covering my bones. I glance upwards, directing my glare and about to inflict my
venomous words at the imbecile that has just caused this unwanted drama of my monday morning.
An even louder gasp escapes my lips because, shit, this 'imbecile' was my walking, living
and breathing wet dream. I kid you not. My mouth drops open as I stare at him in bewilderment,
adrenaline drowning out the burning sensation in my chest and I'm not talking about the coffee.
Or heart burn!
'Oh gosh, I am so sorry. Here.' He exclaims as he rushes to grab a heap of napkins to frantically
dab my brand new, now ruined, Mqueen shirt. I hiss as the napkin causes a little too much friction
on my 90 degree burns. Okay, that's a little dramatic, but still.
He winces and his breath hitches in his throat at my reaction and promptly removes his hand,
stepping back and stummbling over the woman behind him, who tuts and looks less then pleased
with the events that has unfolded before her.
'Oh, I'm making it worse arn't I? I'm sorry. Oh god I'm such an idiot, sorrysorrysorry.' He
babbles as he shifts his balance from one leg to another. Not knowing whether to walk away
from the awkward situation he has created or carry on hovering his beautiful toned arm infront
of my chest and appologising profusly until my ears bleed.
'It's okay honestly. It's freezing outside and luckily for you I wear ridiculously thin shirts.'
I say.
'Ridiculously expensive, more like.' I hear Stef comment under her breath as I fight the smirk
playing on my lips because watching Stef try and defend my honour is fairly amusing.
'I can't appologise enough' the stranger says, this I have gatheredI say in my head.
'Seriously, let me buy you another coffee?' Don't worry I tell him but he insists telling me
it will make him feel less of a clutz. A clutz I ask you. Who even uses that term anymore!
'You should buy him a new shirt as well while you're flashing the cash.' Stef quips at him
pouting her lips, face, trying, to ooze sass.
'Stef!' Ignore her I tell him, swatting my hand at her trying to stiffle my giggles. Although
the look on his poor face tells me he was considering throwing his credit card at me!
'Listen, don't worry about it, I can't wait around I'm late for work as it is.' I tell him
glancing towards Stef. 'You can give my girl a tip tho to stop her from spitting in your coffee!'
I say with a chuckle but he just stares at me blankly, flipping his eyelashes up and down as his
expression becomes mortified. Oh god what is wrong with this man, my humour is wasted on him.
'Oh Jesus, I was kidding, just kidding!' I stress to him rolling my eyes.
I lean over the counter and press a quick kiss to Stef's flustered face. I turn towards the
sapper man splaying my hand on his shoulder. 'Until next time stranger.' I say with a smile
and walk away feeling unusually happy considering the last five minutes!
Buzz.
1 NEW MESSAGE - STEF
S: He's grinning like a fool.
K: Who?
S: The hobbit that threw your coffee all over you!
K: He's not that small.
You're telling me this why?
S: Because he just asked if I had your number.
K: why?
And did you give it to him?
S: Because you're dreamy LOL
Do you want me to?
K: Grow up!
Ermm.. I don't even know him!
S: Well I gave it to him.
K: STEFFFFFF!
S: What! He seems harmless unlike Mitchel.
K: You mean Michael.
& he could be a murderer!
S: Murderer that looks like a cute puppy!
Unlike Marvin.
K: MICHAEL.
Well isn't that just adorable.
S: You're in love already.
K: GO AWAY NOW.
S: Whatever.
Love you.
K: I question my love for you sometimes woman.
K: 3