This is just me messing around. Please don't take this as a true representation of my work, lol. Ps- I like Kelsi and I really like her with Ryan, I just wanted to try something different. So she's around, but her and the blonde wonder are just friends. (Fans of my Covenant story will probably think this is cute if they're into HSM…which isn't likely considering the fanbase lol but still) Oh and chapters will progressively get longer, just give it time. Happy reading!
Not My Type
Young, sexy, talented. Boys like Ryan were a dime a dozen in New York. It didn't matter how much style they had, or how girls had to struggle to breathe when watching them walk or perform or practice. You got used to them after a while and if you were smart you learned to stay away. Being in my second year at Columbia U, I liked to think I was a smart girl and so, I practiced the art of keeping away from les gastons de theatre. Besides, it's not like I could fit into a room with any of them anyway. Their egos took up way too much of my breathing space.
Still, it was impossible to get that blonde hair, those swinging hips and that charming smile out of my head hours after seeing him perform on stage. In my head I had a clear cut out of what he had looked like, the t-shirt and vest he'd been wearing over designer jeans. This boy was no starving artist. He kind of reminded me of a beauty queen…or just a queen in general. Laughing to myself, I tried to hold it together as the possibilities reeled through my mind. I hadn't even realized it for 3.4 hours…but Ryan Evans probably was on the flip side. Bleached hair, glossy lips, too stylish for his own good, way too comfortable striking sexy poses on stage? Yah, that one should have been a duh. I guess I'd just been too wrapped up in my own thoughts, my own extremely heterosexual fantasies.
An unhurt but disappointed frown pulled my face down as I sat in Columbia's Watson Library of Business and Economics, flipping through thick books on the subject of cap and trade. As many people as NYC was busting at the seams with, it was still hard to find anyone special. Especially if you wanted that someone to be male. My frown only got deeper as I thought about all the disastrous dates I'd been on in the past year and a half. Ugh, pathetic.
I guess…I'd just really wanted to at least entertain the possibility of maybe having found something worthwhile. Heh, whatever. It was probably better that I couldn't anyway. Like I said before, he was a stage doll and theater majors were majorly off limits. Even if he was impressively stylish…and so talented…and sexy enough that I'd be thinking about him and that original song he'd totally owned just 3.4 hours before at open mic night on a local café stage.
It didn't matter that my friends and I had met him after his performance. It didn't matter that he'd been a little out of breath as he came off stage and shook our hands. It especially didn't matter that he was a lot of fun to flirt with. None of it mattered. Sadly, neither did my thesis on cap and trade ethics, in the grand scheme of things. But that didn't mean either was going to magically disappear any time soon.