The Bachelor Show.
chapter one: prologuey kinda thing, just for starters
Allen Walker had waited a decent 15 minutes for his giant, upsized, extra large sub combo to arrive at his small couch table in the incredibly busy, little restaurant. As he had grown up with the utmost importance placed on manners and virtue he waited calmly and patiently, more than happy to simply observe the hustle and bustle that acted like a vortex around him. He didn't care that this restaurant was always busy because the food was always great, and this kind of delicacy was excruciatingly important to his well-being.
His stomach growled in distress and he gave it a gentle pat whilst continuing to stalk people with his eyes. And then he smelled it, his head perked up in a very similar manner to that of a meerkat as he glanced feverishly for his meal. Then he saw it, he saw the gigantic salad and meat filled roll before he saw the waitress, smelled the mouth watering, salty deep-fried fries. And finally he heard it, the whisper of the wind between the fresh lettuce leaves, the jiggle of the ice cubes in his upsized cool drink and the soft and yet not so beautiful voice of the waitress;
"One extra large upsized continental meat and salad sub with extra chicken, tomato sauce, mushroom and pickles, no pepper?" she looked down upon him as though he was pulling some kind of joke, she waited expectantly for his buddies to start laughing and thumping him on his back shouting somewhat encouraging words. Only he was sitting alone in the couch booth by the window.
Allen swallowed tensely and leered at his soon to be devoured lunch before he turned politely to the waitress; "that would be mine thanks!"
"Okay, her you go. Enjoy" she dropped the heavy tray down and walked away looking close to vomiting, but Allen hadn't noticed; he was fixated on the mouth watering, fat sandwich he was about to have all to himself!
"Hi there!"
"whoa!" having been so infatuated with his delicious lunch Allen had not noticed the sudden appearance of a young lady sitting across the table in front of him, thus with the speech seeming to come almost from inside his head he had jumped significantly with fright and brought his super sub to his chest. The speed of the protective movement had caused a slimy green pickle to dislodge itself from the top, flying into the air above the table and landing with a 'splat' in the centre of the table. Some lettuce decided to follow suit and slipped out from the bottom with a cacophony of tomato sauce sliding down Allen's blue t-shirt and onto his black slacks, leaving a trail of oozing blood.
Silence rolled over them like a heavy cloud and Allen ignored his messed pants (1) to stare at this unknown entity before him as she smiled at him with a big cheesy grin. After a time the girl's eyebrow twitched and she leaned back in favour of sticking a hand forward;
"ahem, my name is Lenalee Lee and I was hoping I could ask you a few questions if it's not a bother."
After blinking rapidly Allen looked longingly down at his lunch before giving a deep sigh and replacing it on his plate. Discreetly wiping his right hand on pants he reached across the table and shook Lenalee Lee's hand; "sure," he replied with a smile; "why not?"
"Excellent!" she was positively beaming with excitement and placed a clip board on the table, whipping a pen out from nowhere.
Allen cleared his throat; "you're not, uh, from the police are you??" he asked.
She laughed; "no I'm not, you're not on the run are you?"
She had said it jokingly but Allen was dead serious; "that depends. How professional is this?"
"Oh it's professional. This is my job, thank you very much." She replied with a frown.
Allen put on a very big smile; "oh well then; I most certainly am not on the run from the police!" he ended with a nervous chuckle which the interviewer kindly ignored.
"Well then let's begin: what's your name?"
She had the pen expectantly poised over the clip board and was looking up in great interest. Allen couldn't help but suddenly feel under pressure. He licked his lips and tried not to break out into a sweat. What if she was a cop? She wasn't wearing any uniform but she dressed in a very sophisticated manner even if her skirt was a little short, since Allen could see the skin of her thigh from over the table. And she easily commanded an air of authority that would make Allen do anything she said, such as answer her questions.
"Allen."
"Allennnnn...?"
"Walker, Allen Walker." Incidentally Allen was not actually a fan of James Bond movies and had only watched one. He was actually more interested in sci-fi thrillers and true romance, not the lust filled action packed sex scenes that Sean Connery enacted with many different women over an expanse of several films about the same one man who seemed to fluctuate in age though never actually grow old at all. No Allen liked Star Trek and British romance comedies like LoveActually and Bridget Jones' Diary.
"And how old are you Allen?"
"18."
"Excellent. Any younger and I'd have to leave you!" she gave him a coy wink; "do you have a girlfriend?"
Allen spluttered; just where on earth was this going? How could this possibly be the girl's job, did she honestly get paid to interview people about their personal lives? He didn't look at her as he shook his head, "ah no, no I don't have a um, girlfriend."
"Very good. Boyfriend?"
Now he was looking at her, he had snapped his head to face her so fast he got a crick in his neck. She had asked so casually, as though she was asking if he wanted some sugar in his tea. "No, no. No! No I don't!"
She shrugged her shoulders; "don't get defensive; I have to ask because you just never know these days. And what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a college student," he answered warily; "and work part time in a shop."
"And do you watch TV?"
"Sometimes."
She stared at the page before and seemed to think deeply for a minute before she looked up at her prey inquisitively; "have you ever had a girlfriend?"
The sceptical tone in her voice made Allen feel offended but he tried to make himself look 'cool' and lifted his chin in a proud manner speaking with defiance; "yes I have actually!" he would never in his life admit to this woman that his one and only girlfriend had been a violent seven year who had threatened to beat his head in if he didn't marry her at the age of six.
"Alright then," Allen noticed that she hadn't written anything down for that question; "last question; what are you doing next Friday at six o'clock?"
"Er nothing." He replied, taken aback.
"Well now you are," she pulled a card out of her chest pocket and handed it to Allen; "meet me at this address six o'clock sharp next Friday and don't forget! I'm counting on you!"
And with that she left, leaving a stunned Allen staring numbly at the card which read;
Lenalee Lee
Co-producer, manager and editor
Building 309, third floor, Leaside Road, Hackney
London, England
But he wasn't really reading the words as he was more focused on the thought that it sounded like the girl had asked him on a date. A girl asked him on a date, was that what that was all about? Was that what she had asked? He looked down at his soggy super sub which sagged sadly over his plate and he slumped into his couch seat with a sigh; he was really, very confused.
A/N happy belated birthday, Christmas and happy new year to AnimePinkGirl!!! This is my gift from me to you ^_____^ as you requested XD hope it is to your satisfaction. Obviously this is just a prologue typie chapter so the next one will be just that little bit more interesting so stay tuned!
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