Wake up. Brush my teeth. Get dressed, "And I'm off."
I locked the door and tried not to think about how I can't afford this house by myself anymore. I should probably just get a flat by myself. Less room for me to hate myself...
Today Hamish didn't come... I sat in the book shop writing, by myself. A couple people came by and left soon after.
I hope they know there are seats you can sit in. I even had the coffee machine out.
"I saw a film today oh, boy," my small radio sang out to me. "The english army had just won the war."
Sighing I got up and made myself some coffee.
"A crowd of people turned away, but I just had to look having read the book."
I sat back down and closed my eyes hoping to get just a quick nap.
"I'd love to turn you on," the song played. The instruments began to play. They grew intense and loud.
I heard the bell ring saying someone came in. I opened my eyes to see a man in an army uniform rush through.
"Get down!" He yelled to me as several other barged in making a mess of everything.
Bullets began to fly and I froze. One of them screamed and fell as he held his arm.
"Get down!" The man repeated as he threw a grenade.
I looked to see what he threw. The man had dark curly hair and black nail polish threw it but I was shot in the shoulder and fell! ... Right back in my seat...
I jumped and woke up. Just a dream.
"Hello?" That man stood in front of me. He moved his painted finger away from my shoulder which he just poked.
I took a deep breath and whipped my face, "Yes, hello. Sorry, uh, can I help you find anything?" trying to hide my panic.
I looked at the man, who was very attractive. His hair fell perfectly in place on his head of dark curls with an undercut and heavy eye line with one gauged ear no bigger than a dime. His pale skin made his bright eyes stand out even more with the eye liner.
"Can I put this flyer up here?" He asked as he held up a flyer.
"Sure," I said as I grabbed some tape and took the flyer. I leaned over the counter and placed it in the middle.
My eye caught glimpse of what the flyer said. It said something about a room for rent.
Quickly I grabbed it again and read it. "How much?"
He looked at me a little surprised at my reaction.
"It's just I've been looking to get something smaller, thats all. I just live by myself and can't afford my place with my income," I tried to explain. "I'm John Watson."
"Sherlock Holmes," he said. He half smiled then stood there for a second then walked into the art section of the shop.
Wow, his face is very attractive...
I felt my face grow pink. Slowly I picked up my pen then started to write.
Stop blushing! You are a grown man, not a school girl. Plus he's probably not into men. Even if he was he wouldn't go for me.
He placed his books on the counter. They were about different various painters.
"You paint?" I asked.
"Yes, I also play violin at various hours of the day. Sometimes I don't eat, sleep, or talk for days. Also as my flat mate you should know that you will be used as a model," he stated, "Is that alright?"
I nodded, "It's absolutely fine." I handed him his bag of books.
"I'll see you."
He seems nice.
-JW
