Afraid of Love
Chapter 4
Tino's P.O.V
"OYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed. What was with this guy's face!? I must have seriously pissed him off! He was so scary! I stopped screaming and looked around, blushing as everyone was staring at me. I raised a hand up. "It's okay, everyone! M-my mistake! Sorry, yeah, I'm sorry I woke your baby up. Sorry, heh heh." Oh, this was so awkward. Now I had to deal with the guy that I had slammed into.
Now that I really looked at him, I guess he wasn't so scary. Actually, rather than glaring at me as if I'd amped up global warming, he looked rather stunned. To be honest, he was a little cute. He had really nice jaw bones. And now that I think about it, he looked rather fit, too. Really fit. And tall. And look at those eyes!
The big man blushed. Aw, he had such a cute blush. I hoped it wasn't because he had noticed my once –or maybe twice- over of him. "Hello." He said. Aw! Why was he so adorable? And why did I find that adorable? I guess I'm a little weird. Wait! What the hell is wrong with me!? First I'm terrified and now I'm acting as if he's a teddy bear!
I smiled at him with as much charm as possible. Maybe if I was nice, he won't kill me? "Hi, I'm so sorry." Oh God, stop laughing! He's gonna be angry! But I couldn't stop myself. I had to laugh; I always laugh when I'm nervous. It's not as funny as you'd think. It's always really awkward. Especially now with the intense way he was staring at me.
"I love you." He said. I stopped smiling. Okay, he was no longer a teddy bear.
"What!?" I almost shrieked.
The man's glare came back and he looked away hurriedly. I found myself smiling again at how awkward he looked. It's not my fault he looked so confused and lost! And cute, I mustn't forget cute. Okay, time to focus.
"Hey, is this yours?" I asked as I picked up what looked like a list. Unable to help myself –hey, I was curious!-, I glanced at the contents. It looked like he was shopping for dog. "Ooh! Do you have dog? I really like dogs! What type is it?" I handed him his list. "I know a friend that works at this place that cut's dog's hair really good!"
"O-oh, okay."
I waited for him to continue. I then blushed, realising why we were talking in the first place. "Uh, yeah, so I'm sorry, I'll just go now." I turned quickly and almost ran out of the shop. Damn, I didn't even get his name.
The cute teddy bear's P.O.V
No, don't go. I sighed. Why did I have to scare him off? Why do I have to say everything I think? 'I love you'? Ugh, no wonder he ran away. There was nothing wrong with speaking your mind, but something like that to a complete stranger? He had such a cute accent, too. I wonder what it was?
I looked at my list. I could see a smudge from the man's fingerprint on the corner. I entertained a fantasy of tracking the angel with it and eventually finding him. The angel would be so swept away by my dedication that he would marry me on the spot and we would ride ponies into the sunset. No, we would both ride on one stallion with his arms wrapped around me. Yes, that would be nice.
I shook my head. I could finish shopping tomorrow.
AN: Heyo, my creatures! I'm sorry that this chapter was short, I just cut chapters off where ever I feel is right. And now it's serious time.
Look up this radio station's website. The station is 2day fm. It isn't hard to fined. Now scroll down and you'll eventually find some link/picture that says It's Time Australia. This is the link to a petition that is for gay marriage. It isn't legal yet in Australia because our Prime Minister hates us. Most likely. I've sent the link to so many people it would mean so much if you signed it.
I fahking cried because my computer wouldn't load whenever I tried to sign it :( I was so angry too! And no, I'm not gay myself, but obviously I'm a big supporter of gay people and I have two gay 2nd cousins. PLEASE JUST SIGN IT!
Now for my mistakes-
-"I love you." He said. I stopped smiling. Okay, he was no longer a teddy bear.
"ME TOO!" I almost shrieked.
- "KISS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed.
-And rather than staring at me as if I'd kidnapped a bunch of puppies, tied them to a train track, set their corpes off fire and danced around singing This Girl Is On Fire with a witty substitute for Girl and twiddling my curled moustache like a cartoon villan and then telling my children they were mistakes and telling my mother that I hate her. (note- I was literally going to use this).