because of me? Was I part of the reason behind last night? My words having some affect after all?
Mike scoffed at his reply. “Sorry Joel, but has someone taken over your body? That’s the main reason we go out.” He laughed, slapping him playfully on the back.
Joel blushed, dropping his head down in embarrassment.
My anger levels skyrocketed in two seconds flat. “Maybe Joel wants more than just to screw girls, maybe he wants to find the right person,” I shouted, glaring at Mike.
Joel’s eyes instantly found mine and he smiled.
“Yeah, whatever Iz, I give it a week and he’ll be back to normal,” Mike snapped back looking smug, before sipping on his drink.
My Brother was such an idiot.
How could we possibly be related?
I wanted to throw my drink in his face, to wipe that smug smile off it, and punch it for good measure.
“A leopard can change its spots,” I yelled, jumping up from my chair, enraged by Mike’s comments.
“Why are you so interested in Joel? Half the time you can’t stand him!”
Shit.
Think of something.
But my mind went blank. I blushed snatching up the lemon meringue pie off my Mother, walking back through, using it as a welcoming distraction to leave. I couldn’t bear to be here a moment longer, Mike would soon recognise the signs. I knew he was a little slow, but at this precise moment my eyes were a dead giveaway.
Storming through my bedroom door I threw the pie down onto my desk. I no longer had an appetite after that conversation. I hated Mike but that was nothing new. I just wanted to know the reason why.
Was it because of me?
The welcoming sight of my bed enticed me. I flopped down hard, grabbing a cushion and clutched it tight as my teeth nervously chewed on the corner.
Was it something to do with the moment we had shared yesterday?
I shouldn’t let myself get carried away, that other factors could have been involved, but suddenly a spark of renewed hope began to grow inside me.
* * *
As the weather grew increasingly colder, my dependency on hot chocolate spiralled out of control. I couldn’t help it; chocolate was my addiction, and the one place that made the best hot chocolate bar none was Joel’s pub. Desperate to find out answers and to curb my cravings, I decided to head over and pay Joel a visit.
Nerves overtook me as I stood outside. I allowed myself a few deep breaths, to contain myself before walking in.
Cranking the door open, I was greeted with the glorious sight of Joel leaning sexily over the bar.
Holy shit.
I stood there dazed, drinking in every single delicious inch of him.
He was dressed in his usual work attire. The cherry red work t-shirt bringing out the intense blue in his eyes, and showing off his tattoo sleeve to perfection.
God it was so sexy.
I had to remember to breathe.
He was too engrossed in his crossword to notice me enter, busy chewing on the end of his pen in frustration, looking deep in thought.
The sight of him alone made me lose the ability to function. I wanted to stare at him forever, I doubt I would ever get bored.
The seconds slowly ticked by and I knew I had to move, to force one foot in front of the other and remind myself to breathe.
Walking towards him I took in the full effect of the refurbishment. It was so different now, looking more modern and stylish. The dirty old scratched stools and benches had been replaced with fancy black sleek leather chairs and shiny glass chrome tables. The walls were now a deep shade of purple, covered in graphic retro wall art. Thankfully the old musty carpet had long gone, replaced with a highly polished dark wooden floor. The whole place had more of a modern friendlier vibe, having finally been brought into the twenty first century and boy did it need it.
The beat of my heart grew stronger as I allowed myself a couple more seconds to appreciate Joel and all his glory.
Was it possible he’d become more beautiful in the last few days? Every time I saw him it was like
Mike scoffed at his reply. “Sorry Joel, but has someone taken over your body? That’s the main reason we go out.” He laughed, slapping him playfully on the back.
Joel blushed, dropping his head down in embarrassment.
My anger levels skyrocketed in two seconds flat. “Maybe Joel wants more than just to screw girls, maybe he wants to find the right person,” I shouted, glaring at Mike.
Joel’s eyes instantly found mine and he smiled.
“Yeah, whatever Iz, I give it a week and he’ll be back to normal,” Mike snapped back looking smug, before sipping on his drink.
My Brother was such an idiot.
How could we possibly be related?
I wanted to throw my drink in his face, to wipe that smug smile off it, and punch it for good measure.
“A leopard can change its spots,” I yelled, jumping up from my chair, enraged by Mike’s comments.
“Why are you so interested in Joel? Half the time you can’t stand him!”
Shit.
Think of something.
But my mind went blank. I blushed snatching up the lemon meringue pie off my Mother, walking back through, using it as a welcoming distraction to leave. I couldn’t bear to be here a moment longer, Mike would soon recognise the signs. I knew he was a little slow, but at this precise moment my eyes were a dead giveaway.
Storming through my bedroom door I threw the pie down onto my desk. I no longer had an appetite after that conversation. I hated Mike but that was nothing new. I just wanted to know the reason why.
Was it because of me?
The welcoming sight of my bed enticed me. I flopped down hard, grabbing a cushion and clutched it tight as my teeth nervously chewed on the corner.
Was it something to do with the moment we had shared yesterday?
I shouldn’t let myself get carried away, that other factors could have been involved, but suddenly a spark of renewed hope began to grow inside me.
* * *
As the weather grew increasingly colder, my dependency on hot chocolate spiralled out of control. I couldn’t help it; chocolate was my addiction, and the one place that made the best hot chocolate bar none was Joel’s pub. Desperate to find out answers and to curb my cravings, I decided to head over and pay Joel a visit.
Nerves overtook me as I stood outside. I allowed myself a few deep breaths, to contain myself before walking in.
Cranking the door open, I was greeted with the glorious sight of Joel leaning sexily over the bar.
Holy shit.
I stood there dazed, drinking in every single delicious inch of him.
He was dressed in his usual work attire. The cherry red work t-shirt bringing out the intense blue in his eyes, and showing off his tattoo sleeve to perfection.
God it was so sexy.
I had to remember to breathe.
He was too engrossed in his crossword to notice me enter, busy chewing on the end of his pen in frustration, looking deep in thought.
The sight of him alone made me lose the ability to function. I wanted to stare at him forever, I doubt I would ever get bored.
The seconds slowly ticked by and I knew I had to move, to force one foot in front of the other and remind myself to breathe.
Walking towards him I took in the full effect of the refurbishment. It was so different now, looking more modern and stylish. The dirty old scratched stools and benches had been replaced with fancy black sleek leather chairs and shiny glass chrome tables. The walls were now a deep shade of purple, covered in graphic retro wall art. Thankfully the old musty carpet had long gone, replaced with a highly polished dark wooden floor. The whole place had more of a modern friendlier vibe, having finally been brought into the twenty first century and boy did it need it.
The beat of my heart grew stronger as I allowed myself a couple more seconds to appreciate Joel and all his glory.
Was it possible he’d become more beautiful in the last few days? Every time I saw him it was like
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