Face to face with the golden haired boy, it was the first time I'd gotten to really look at him. And I mean really look at him. I was drunk off my Pretty butt, but bouncing down a hill and crashing into someone can sober you up a bit.
This time though, he didn't rock the Rustie look, and I wondered if he'd kept his slick leather jacket. I looked him over thoroughly, saw his straight, perfect nose, the lips that had just enough fullness. His eyes reminded me of chocolate, but with bits of gold flecks mixed in. Edie had been right about his smell, too. He smelled delicious. Just like chocolate. I wondered if his eyes and smell were meant to remind people of it. But it was about then that I realized I was sitting on his stomach and he was laying flat on his back, and we were in the middle of a Pleasure Garden.
"I'm so, SO sorry!" It came out slurred and I felt like a stupid, bubbly Pretty. Which, some people might argue that that is exactly what I am most of the time, but that's their opinion. I rolled off of him, clumsily, and landed in a bush. How graceful.
He just laughed. Holy hoverboard, if Edie had been there, she would've been all over him right then. His cacklelaugh was the kind that makes you happy to hear it, as if it's a special gift made for you and no one else.
"I've had girls land on me before, but never quite in that way." I'd been laughing with him, but I stopped. So he was that kind of guy. I struggled out of the bush, which is hard when you're drunk and tired.
"I, uh, I better go. I need to find my friends." I didn't even make it out of the dark corner before he was up and grabbing my wrist. I stopped short and stumbled. My motor skills weren't quite back up to speed just yet.
"No, wait. Please." He let go and stepped in front of me, hands out in front, asking me to stay. "That's not really what I meant. I, ah. I don't know. I guess it's true, but I can't just lie."
"You're here waiting for someone, aren't you?" I didn't stick around for an answer. Instead I pushed past him, wanting to get away. "Have fun with whoever she is." I was angry, and I didn't know why. I wasn't sure if I was angry with him or myself, as I didn't even know him. In truth, I was acting like a Littlie at the start of a temper tantrum.
He stepped in front of me again. I felt like yelling out for Edie or Aden. "Actually, no. I'm hiding from someone. If you can believe it." He let out a shaky laugh. Was he nervous? A Pretty boy like him? From what Edie had babbled on about him from before, he was supposed to be an Adonis; he was supposed to be the Pretty boy that all the girls wanted.
No, he was just scared about being discovered by whoever he was hiding from. If that's what he was doing. I highly doubted it.
Anyways, I sure didn't want him. "Listen, I really have to go. My friends will be worried that I like, disappeared. Sorry for landing on you and all that."