I have to say: there is no racist quality to the 'he didn't look Hispanic' comment. I meant it in a 'he looks kind of like a young Matt Dillon' okay, I'm making NO sense. But if you know who Matt Dillon is… then a rose for you! --
Matt Dillon as a young guy is hottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Max POV
Fang. That was his name. And although it was odd, it had a mysterious quality to it. I was hooked, and I was never a believer for love at first sight. But honestly, when you took a look at him, you would understand.
He had straightish black hair, and dark brown (not black) eyes. His skin was darker (but not olive) and he didn't look Hispanic. He just looked gorgeous.
"So, where are you from?" I asked
"I grew up in Oklahoma, and moved to the city when I was 11."
"Oh, I've lived here all of my life. I've never been out of the city. Sad right?"
"Very." He said with a smirk.
I sighed. I could take his teasing, it was just annoying.
"Is it fun to make fun of me?"
"Absolutely." He smirked again.
Fang POV
She was beautiful. Her big brown eyes shimmered as she bit her lip nervously.
"Oh." She responded coldly.
"Hey I didn't mean it like that!"
"Oh, it's just me. I'm sorry, I just hate being made fun of. It's not you!" She blushed.
"You are amazing."
She blushed again,
"Huh?"
I leaned in, and we kissed. It was perfect, just the two of us, kissing in a bar. The music was slow and moving, and the singer was great.
After about a minute, she stopped.
"I don't know you… this is wrong, you could even be courting someone!"
"Shhhh… I'm not courting anyone, and if you want to get to know me, then just ask."
She grinned and said,
"Tell me."
"Well, I told you I'm originally from Oklahoma. I work as a bartender. I hate being the center of attention, and I love hamburgers."
She smiled.
"Hamburgers? I love them too!"
"Well, unfortunately the bar only has 'alcoholic beverages' so you and I are out of luck."
"I guess so."
I was leaning in to kiss her again, when suddenly, the police burst in.
"Freeze!"
Max's eyes widened. The singer dropped her microphone. And as if on a spell, the whole room lifted their hands all at once.
Hmm… who could be on the Police? And who's that singer? Well, who loves to talk, or rather, sing? Who would love (!) to do anything involving bombs, guns etc? And if you've guessed right, then where does Angel fit in?