Sorry for the long wait! I have currently been busy writing on this other story for the movie Descendants (the Disney one), and it is coming along great. Feel free to check it out if any of ya'll are interested! (:
With that said, I own nothing from the movie Inside Out. Enjoy!
Bill felt like mentally screaming. He could literally not believe his luck when he finally saw the subway platform, allowing himself to give a faint smile, before it was suddenly dashed when he ended up stepping on a wad of sticky white gum. An agitated groan left him.
"Really universe? Really?" he dejectedly cried.
Bill frowned deeply and exasperatedly inspected the substance. His eyes narrowed in hateful acknowledgement. He sighed regrettably at the universe, which seemed to have a problem with him. The fidgety man could already tell what the offending stickiness was.
To have such a long-lasting stretchiness and a blindingly bright sheen, the culprit could have only been one thing: Triple Dent Gum. However, Triple Dent Gum had never seemed so smooshed and gross to him before. He growled angrily.
"Just great," Bill spit at the sticky gunk and hurriedly attempted to wipe the ick off of his shoe.
Huffing irately, the now haughty man trudged on, sullenly edging toward the platform. He felt his eyebrows furrow, as a certain sadness entered his gut. His shoulders drooped, and his confidence further deflated. The man's darkish gaze became melancholic. Would his life ever work in his favor? Was the man doomed to living a life of constant fear and embarrassment?
As Bill slowly climbed up the stairway, he placed his shaking hand upon the rail beside him and used the hard surface as a way to stabilize his balance. He took in a sharp breath. Gradually, the tired man eventually managed to pull himself up the precipitously daunting stairs. He let out a small noise of irritation.
Bill sighed, quickly tightening his grip around the black briefcase that he held in his left hand. His knuckles whitened considerably.
"Maybe I can make it through the day without any more mishaps… Right?"
The weary question left his lips, and he stared hollowly at the empty track sitting a few feet before him. In the back of his mind, the man thought about jumping. Sure, it was a useless thought. He was too scared to purposefully injure himself like that…
Within his heart, Bill felt like crying in pity for himself. His chest tightened painfully. It was tough living the life of a scaredy-cat, especially when it just felt like nothing would ever go right for him. It hurt.
Bill continued to stare. The sight of the lonely train track in front of him was absolutely transfixing. For some unknown reason, the rails seemed utterly hollow in their emptiness. It entranced his senses. The image was simply spellbinding.
Taking in a deep breath to let out an exhausted sigh, Bill mentally jumped when the magic was abruptly swept out from under his feet by the unexpected sound of a woman speaking to him. His head instantly snapped over to his right, and he openly gawked at the woman who stood at the same height as him. Heck, she may have been a bit taller than him, actually. The man stilled. He allowed his mouth to drop into a slightly invisible 'o' shape, as he watched her wildly try to fix the stack of papers within her hands.
Bill stared considerably, as the offbeat woman huffed indignantly to herself and unexpectedly chose to mumble awkwardly beneath her breath, "Who's frazzled? I'm not frazzled. I am perfectly fine and dandy."
No miss, he heard himself automatically reply in his head, you are most definitely frazzled.
Bill cocked his brows noticeably at her display. He watched almost concernedly, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, as the stranger queerly elevated her gaze to meet his, before she paused visibly. The blue haired woman instantly allowed a strangled noise to leave her throat.
Bill gawked at her sudden reaction, staring as the unknown woman's face enflamed with a dark redness. His first reaction was to reach out in an effort to help her, but he held his hand steadfast by his side, the twitch in his fingers being the only indication that he had wanted to help her at all. The man took in a worried breath and asked, "A-Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," the weird woman flushed through her embarrassment, "J-Just please give me the time, thank you."
"Oh," Bill sighed outwardly and looked curiously down at his watch. He turned his eyes over to the obviously shaken woman and replied, "It's 8:33. There has not been a train yet… I just got here myself."
The stranger let out a grateful sigh and forced an awkward grin in Bill's direction. He sent her a mix between a grimace and an amused chuckle. Ever the gentleman, the older man could not help but let his eyes stray downward onto the pretty yellow dress that seemed to fit her curves, ever so nicely…
Bill blinked. The blue haired woman let out a breathy laugh. She reached up and blushingly placed a few short strands behind her ear.
"Thank you," was all she said, as she turned her gaze to stare firmly downward at the black heels which adorned her feet. Still, a hesitatingly awkward smile lit her features. She visibly calmed, but her hands tightened moderately around the thick stack of papers in her grasp. The woman's flush became a gentle simmer.
Bill gazed at her in silence, but nodded confusedly, and moved his stare to gaze conflictingly back at the track in front of him. A weird feeling settled in his gut. It was a feeling which forced his pulse to unexpectedly quicken, and he stilled in worry, his orbs instantaneously zoning in on the track, as he concentrated on the sensation that was steadily building within him.
A confused sigh left him.
As the pair waited in a short-lived silence, Bill could only feel his interest increasing. It was a sense of apprehensive notice that made him keep looking over at her, a gentle yet timid curiosity that only seemed to grow greater with every second. The brunette took in a small breath. He was completely unable to stop himself from continuously glancing out of the corner of his eye at the now much calmer woman. She stood there with a more controlled expression on her face, but he could see that the shy glances were being reciprocated. He noticed with a soft start that the flush would come back every time their eyes met, but her smile would also increase with every peek.
Bill felt an immediate pull to this woman. There was something oddly charming about her. She was tall but petite. Her shoulders stood tall and straight, a sign that eluded confidence, although her lapse of judgement had left her with an embarrassed tint on her cheeks. He watched, as she lipped a small grin. The man almost felt like grinning himself. Her lips were decorated in an alluring, shiny shade of red.
Although she showed the moderate signs of interest - at least Bill hoped so -, the man could not bring himself to say anything to her. It was as if an abrupt shyness had taken over his vocal chords, he thought to himself, and the sensation was unwilling to let him out of its' awkward, fumblingly tight grip. He struggled to make them work. A small sound left his lips.
The woman lifted her eyes and gave him a tiny smile. The sight of it fueled his courage a little and softly coerced him into opening his mouth to speak. A surprised gasp left him when the top paper on the stack suddenly wafted into the air and struck her on the face. The sheet held there for a long moment, as the stranger scrunched up her face from behind it, and Bill stared in openly in shock. He blinked dumbly and moved to steal the paper from her face. She still grimaced with her eyes firmly squeezed closed.
Apparently, one of the other trains that was traveling in the opposite direction of his workplace had passed by. The force of it coming to an abrupt halt had sent the lone piece of paper flying in the breeze. The sheet then struck her forcefully in the face.
Bill gently pulled the sheet off of her face. The stranger slowly cracked an eye, before the other fully opened. A short, girlish giggle-snort left her lips. She began to smile at her own misfortune, as her body wracked with giggles, and Bill stared in moderate wonder. His gaze queerly traveled over to the sheet of paper that was held in his hand. Then, a bubbly chuckle escaped him. The perky image of her lips was imprinted on it. His laughter soon turned into a disbelieving guffaw, as he quickly pointed at the paper, jokingly turning his eyes to give her a conspiring glance. The woman only smiled and shrugged her shoulders in response, but suddenly turned her head, as Bill went to stare humorously at the leaf of paper. When he turned to finally say something, the man could only give a dubious stare. She was gone.
"What-," Bill muttered and allowed his question to linger in the air, as he let his eyes travel up towards the train. He gasped. The woman was already walking through the aisle and was moving to sit down with a gentle grin on her face. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. He stared, as she went to once again straighten her papers. The woman looked up and met his gaze. She gave him a sheepish but content smile, and the train suddenly reared to life.
Just as the mode of transportation began to push forward, Bill felt his grip tighten around the abandoned sheet. He took a step. Then, he took another. Soon, the man found himself running toward the leaving train.
"Wait," he tried to yell but could not get the words out, "y-your paper-"
And then like that, the train and the unknown woman were gone.
Suddenly, Bill felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He felt all of his spirit leave him, as he stared utterly defeated at the track where her train had once been. His shoulders fell once more. When would life go right for him? Would he always be cursed with such unfortunate circumstances?
Gazing forlornly, he brokenly whispered, "I didn't even get her name."
Bill scoffed slightly and narrowed his eyelids. The man scowled. His orbs filled with a feeling of self-depreciation.
"You didn't even get her name," he mumbled again. The man sighed angrily, "Things like that only happen once in a lifetime, and you didn't even get her name."
All that the businessman could do was wait silently until his train arrived. He was too numb to do anything else.
