He's not exactly the hero that everyone's looking for, or expects to see.
I mean, he's got character and charisma. He's not another pretty boy that makes fans wait so he can decide which side looks better. By the way, if I'm describing anyone I may be unfortunate to know, it's merely coincidental. He's the type of guy that would probably push someone aside if he was busy. Not like he does that often, but I'm just saying. He probably has once or twice…or more. He's had more than a few chances to do the right thing. Sometimes he makes a joke at the expense of others, and sometimes he makes sure to put himself before anyone else. For the most part, you can expect him to be good to the people that deserve it. I honestly believe he'll save more than one damsel in distress.
He's no angel, which is good, because I'm not either.
The past is the past. He's done some things that are borderline shady, definitely against the rules, and more or less offensive to numerous people. But I swear he means well. Even if he didn't at the time, redemption is his now. I know I went through I phase just like he did. Once upon a time, he was everyone's fool. Maybe it was his fault most of the time, but things are different. I'm different too. A long time ago I would've barked like a dog if I wanted something bad enough. Now I'll only bark like a dog if I like you enough. No, but seriously, back to the point. We're helping each other grow. We're very decent human beings, honestly, despite the views of some people.
"Bonita."
He taught me this word. Beautiful. He told me that was what I was on the inside and outside. I asked him to teach me how to say 'ugly' but he refused. My shoulder was far too light for me to be beautiful, but I know he had the same longing that I did. If I was beautiful, I don't know what he would be. They don't make words for guys like him.
Cool.
It's pretty much the most annoying word I've ever heard. It belongs in the vocabulary of prepubescent boys, which he definitely is not. But that's him, whether I like it or not. It has its advantages though. Even he knows how idiotic it may sound but he knows when to make me laugh, and that's good.
According to him, when we're together it's very 'cool'. I have another word for it, but little kids look up to me. I'm not the ideal hero either, but I'm someone's hero.
Remember that.
We're all bad apples in one way or another, and maybe Carlito is worse than some. He's been good to me. I think that's all that matters. And who knows, I might be able to fall in love with him. Oh, and yes, I'm knocking on wood right now.
Just as the leather-bound journal was snapped shut, the hotel door creaked open. As annoying as it was, Trish was glad for the alarm, she hadn't heard the key. She grinned from ear to ear, dropping the book on the ground to be forgotten as the door creaked once again in closing. Her golden locks swayed as she turned her head toward the clock.
"If we're smart we've got nine hours of sleep ahead of us, and a seven hour drive too."
"Nine hours together, seven hours apart, fifteen minutes backstage, and who knows what happens after that."
"Here's to being stupid then."