CHAPTER 1
"Bob."
"Bob."
"Bob!"
Barbarella was startled out of her daydream by the sound of her annoying nickname. It took her a while to shake off the ridiculous images she'd conjured up in her mind while sitting at a table in a coffee shop with her best friend, Emma. The girl just couldn't help it sometimes. It wasn't like she was doing it on purpose. Sometimes words or images just trigger something within her mind, and then she's off with the fairies. This time, all it took was Emma pointing out a man that she spotted sitting a couple of tables away from them, and then Barbarella was gone the second she looked at him.
The girl didn't know what was going on with her. It's like watching a movie within her mind of places and people she'd never met before. She felt like she was missing something like there was a hole in her mind and her heart. The feeling is hard to describe, sort of like she was meant to be somewhere else. With all the images and people that she saw in the blackouts, she somehow felt connected to them.
"God Bob, I know he's hot as fuck but please, don't faint and embarrass us," Emma pleaded, laughing quietly. Barbarella felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment, and she ducked her head. A tingling sensation ran down her back and she shivered. Emma smirked, "Or were you fantasying about fucking him?" she whispered, leaning forward.
Barbarella's humiliation was flying through the roof, and she felt her cheeks were going to explode from how hot they were. "Emma!" she gasped. "I was not!" Her voice sounded very scandalized.
Her friend laughed, throwing her head back. "So, you don't want to fuck him?" Emma giggled. "I totally would. The things I would do to that man," she continued, resting her face on her hand, and staring at the man sitting behind Barbarella with longing.
Barbarella snorted. "Now look who's fantasying."
"So, you were thinking about fucking him?"
"EMMA."
Emma howled with laughter and people sitting around them turned to look at them. While Emma was dying of laughter, Barbarella slowly sank into the chair and covered her blushing face. God, she wished she was never born. Sometimes she forgot how chaotic it could be hanging out with Emma. Another tingle ran down her spine. Her curiosity got the best of her.
"So, what does he look like again?" she quietly asked, leaning in closer to her friend and hoping the man wouldn't be able to hear her.
Emma smirked. "You want another in-depth description?"
"Don't describe him as if he's in a porn video again, please."
The other girl started describing him again, telling Barbarella about his long platinum blonde hair that was tied up into a sexy ponytail and how she could totally envision him in a Loreal commercial. She explained how his skin was smooth and pale, with no blemishes at all and that he probably does Korean skincare because Koreans always have nice skin. Emma guessed that he was probably six feet tall even though he was sitting down, but she could definitely tell that he worked out and wondered what gym he went to. Then, she finished with that his piercing blue eyes screamed dominance.
"And don't even get me started on his ass-"
"Okay, great, thank you!" Barbarella quickly intervened. God, now she was curious even more and was tempted to turn around. However, she really didn't want him to see her watching him. That would be so embarrassing. She wouldn't be able to leave her house ever again if that happened. But, at the same time, she wanted to look at him. Barbarella wished to see him with her own eyes again. Her heart was screaming at her to turn around, while her mind was begging her not to. But her heart won.
Barbarella gulped and took a deep breath, before slowly turning around. All she could see were sparkling blue eyes before the world turned black.
Her eyes reopened when she felt the ground groaning and writhing beneath her, and she shrieked when multiple swords and axes were pointed at her face.