This story of mine is purely original, this meaning I do own all these made up characters of mine.
4:00am. Great…I pull myself into a sitting position and stare at the neon red numbers of my clock. You're mocking me, aren't you? I sigh its o use I'll never fall back to sleep now. As I lay back down I feel a sudden pain in my back, I reach my hand underneath me and pull the offending object into my view. In the dim light I can see it's a picture frame Iden….
I sit up again this time to turn on a small lap beside my bed; it's bright light causes my eyes to squint but I still see his face. You are one stupid bastard. I tell myself as I slide my feet from under the covers and onto the floor. You had him, he loved you and what did you do? I try to quit my inner thoughts but it's to no avail the voice keeps coming. You broke his heart, that's what.
Finally I give in and I place the picture down replacing it with a cheap drunk I bought yesterday night when the voices in my head yet again plagued me about Iden. Taking a rather large gulp I try to drown out the memories of his face, cheeks stained with tears, eyes red and puffy probley from crying. Over you no doubt!
Ugh! They still aren't going away so gulping another mouthful I feel burn down my throat. Once again I take the picture in hand and look at Iden's face. In this picture he is smiling. One thing I always loved about Iden was his smile, it could light up a dark room I swear it. I wonder if he ever smiles now.
I'll ignore that comment for now, back to Iden. His hair is a reddish brown color and long. Man, is his hair long. You'd never be able to tell though; he keeps it under wraps using a bandana. Your bandana. I gave it to him on our first date. Even now I feel a twinge of humor tug at my stomach, me? Kain the ladies man, gay? Yes it shocks me too, but how could I say no to his pouting eyes when he asked me out for a milkshake.
Anyway I'm getting ahead of myself, for now let's return to his looks. Now I'd like to talk about his eyes, oh god those eyes are the whole reason I'm in this mess! No, your in this mess cause you're a dumbass…I smirk, anyway Iden's eyes are the most deepest shade of green I have ever seen. It's like staring into a deep jungle after a summer rain. They're just that lively and shining.
I run a hand through my hair, god it's been a long time sense I've reminisced this much. All this thinking of Iden has me fully awake now so I might as well get up and start the day. I walk to my small bathroom and relive myself. This kiddies, means he's taking a piss. After that I strip out of my short and shimmy my way into the shower who the hell says shimmy?
Back to Iden I suppose, if I had to describe Iden's nose it would have to be shaped like a sawed off shark fin. Yes, I know it sounds crude but I'm not that good with words. No?Really? It starts off long and sloping but rounds off at the tip, perfect in my opinion for his glasses. God those things are huge though! Big and round rising way above his eyebrows. I told him I'd buy him another pair but he insists those are his lucky pair. I don't see why he's always losing them or breaking off the nosepieces.
I step out of the shower now and reach for a still damp towel hanging on the rack. After drying off and getting dressed I go into the kitchen and pour myself a cup of luke warm coffee. Why would I have done this you ask? Why were the towels damp and why is there barley fresh coffee? Why because I have a roommate of course!
Her name is Jordan, and no I don't have anything going on with her she's a little well… THE GIRLS A DAMN FREAK! I mean come on any chick that wants to handcuff you to her bed with furry pink handcuffs and like butterscotch pudding off of you has to be mental! I think my inner self explained it pretty well. Anyway Jordan knows all about my little problem and is constantly doing what she did today, leaving pictures and what not to remind me of Iden. She thinks leaving him was the stupidest thing I've ever done What about that one time at bandcam- As I was saying, Jordan thinks it was stupid so she tries to keep him in my mind at all times.
I take a sip of my coffee and grimace; Jordan forgot the filter Again! I glance at the clock 6:45am. I sigh and head to my bedroom. Digging out my work clothes I get dressed pretty quickly before hurrying to the rather small window I have no clue as to why they put it above my kitchen sink because, it serves no purpose.
I do this because I want to-Catch a glimpse of Iden as he scurries off to work too. I curse myself but I know it's the truth. And sure enough there he is walking in an almost sluggish speed fixing his bandana to hide his hair. I sigh and shake my head pulling away from the window climbing down from the counter and walking to grab my jacket and keys from their rightful hooks.
Walking out the door I pause one last time to check to see I have everything before I shut and lock the door to my little apartment as I shimmy down the hall to catch the elevator. Yet again who uses the word shimmy! Oh well Iden here we come!
O.o Alright ladies and gentlemen that's chapter number one! Tell me what you think, oh but be warned…I tend to yell back if flamed