Breaking Paradise
I Introduce The Selfish Machine
I tried to ignore my scars as I checked the fitting of the blue bra. But try as I might, the sore scars that were slowly healing stood out on my stomach and arms.
I hated shopping. Even though Iusedto love it, that was before my life plummeted into a sea of sadness.
The blue lace slightly dug into my back, but not as much as the last. I was getting tired of trying on underwear. I had already been on two trips to get different several different sizes but none of them fit me right. This was the closest I had got to comfortable.
I unhooked the bra, put mine on and slipped my white baggy jumper over my head then flicked my tangled brunette hair from underneath. I ran my finger through it as I looked in the mirror, checking that I looked halfway decent, then rummaged through my bag after I lugged it on my shoulder to check the time. I had to be at work at 6 pm. My boss would kill me if I was late.
I worked at a bar on weekends. It helped since I was saving up for a concert that was at the end of the month, and I was literally one pay day away from the total.
Glancing at the clock and finding it was 5 pm, I swiftly gathered the hangers and left the changing rooms.
I groaned when I saw that the line was long, and hoped that it moved fast. But knowing my luck, it would move as slow as a fucking turtle.
I joined the back of the line, wishing that I had something to do rather than stare at my converse sneakers or the groups of girls that laughed with their friends. I had found that being anti-social was hard in a place where people found talking so easy. No one wanted to be friends with the girl that found talking mentally draining. And so I found myself alone.
Out of habit, I slid of one of my braclets and twirled it between my fingers of one hand, whilst I tried to keep the set of bra’s I was holding in the other out of sight. I had always wished that underwear shopping was more private and I was always uncomfortable when walking around lingerie, especially when people brought men into the shops.
Then again, I found most things uncomfortable.
Glancing again at my phone, I began to get worried that I wouldn’t make it in time and wondered if I should just buy them another day.
Shrugging, I rolled the pink and blue bracelet back to my wrist and turned to leave the queue. That’s when I bumped into someone.
I immediately apologised, and I felt my body tense and my heart quicken. ‘Why am I so damn stupid?’ I thought angrily as I took a step back. The body was tall, manly... and looked so very familiar. I scanned upwards, taking note of the tattoes that ran up both arms and the ones that peeked from above the neckline of his top, until I met brown eyes.
My mouth dropped open as soon I registered who it was.
“Oh my god,” I breathed. My heart started to pound so hard I could hear the beats as well as feel them. I couldn’t speak for a while as the shock enveloped me. It was Mike Fuentes. The drummer from Pierce The Veil. He smirked. Looking mouthwateringly sexy as he did. “Hi.” I choked pathetically.
I couldn’t stop staring at his face. I took mental pictures, because I knew that this was going to be the only time I would see his face this close.
“Hi,” He responded. His eyes wandered from my face to my hand that was holding the bras. I gasped and shoved them behind my back. “Those are nice.” He teased. “Who’s the lucky guy that get’s to see you in them?”
“Umm, n-no one.” I stuttered.
“That’s a real shame. Someone’s missing out.”
Wait...Was he flirting with me?
Holy fucking shit, Mike Fuentes was flirting with me.
A blush started to creep to my cheeks.
“I... Umm.... I have to go. I have work in half an hour, and... oh my God. I can’t believe it’s actually you.” I stuttered.
“Where do you work?” He asked.
“Kings horse. It’s a bar in town.”
“That’s cool. I’ll see you around?”
“You will?” I murmured dazed, still shocked by his presence.
“Yeah,” He smiled. “What’s you name?”
“Ch-Charlie.”
He nodded, then bit his bottom lip, slightly catching his lip ring. I melted inside. “It was nice to meet you.” He said and began stepping backwards. He saluted me with two fingers and turned away.
My mind was in a total frenzy. I stood paralysed, until I realised that I had to get to work. I shoved the hangers onto a pole and left the shop.
I hated shopping. Even though Iusedto love it, that was before my life plummeted into a sea of sadness.
The blue lace slightly dug into my back, but not as much as the last. I was getting tired of trying on underwear. I had already been on two trips to get different several different sizes but none of them fit me right. This was the closest I had got to comfortable.
I unhooked the bra, put mine on and slipped my white baggy jumper over my head then flicked my tangled brunette hair from underneath. I ran my finger through it as I looked in the mirror, checking that I looked halfway decent, then rummaged through my bag after I lugged it on my shoulder to check the time. I had to be at work at 6 pm. My boss would kill me if I was late.
I worked at a bar on weekends. It helped since I was saving up for a concert that was at the end of the month, and I was literally one pay day away from the total.
Glancing at the clock and finding it was 5 pm, I swiftly gathered the hangers and left the changing rooms.
I groaned when I saw that the line was long, and hoped that it moved fast. But knowing my luck, it would move as slow as a fucking turtle.
I joined the back of the line, wishing that I had something to do rather than stare at my converse sneakers or the groups of girls that laughed with their friends. I had found that being anti-social was hard in a place where people found talking so easy. No one wanted to be friends with the girl that found talking mentally draining. And so I found myself alone.
Out of habit, I slid of one of my braclets and twirled it between my fingers of one hand, whilst I tried to keep the set of bra’s I was holding in the other out of sight. I had always wished that underwear shopping was more private and I was always uncomfortable when walking around lingerie, especially when people brought men into the shops.
Then again, I found most things uncomfortable.
Glancing again at my phone, I began to get worried that I wouldn’t make it in time and wondered if I should just buy them another day.
Shrugging, I rolled the pink and blue bracelet back to my wrist and turned to leave the queue. That’s when I bumped into someone.
I immediately apologised, and I felt my body tense and my heart quicken. ‘Why am I so damn stupid?’ I thought angrily as I took a step back. The body was tall, manly... and looked so very familiar. I scanned upwards, taking note of the tattoes that ran up both arms and the ones that peeked from above the neckline of his top, until I met brown eyes.
My mouth dropped open as soon I registered who it was.
“Oh my god,” I breathed. My heart started to pound so hard I could hear the beats as well as feel them. I couldn’t speak for a while as the shock enveloped me. It was Mike Fuentes. The drummer from Pierce The Veil. He smirked. Looking mouthwateringly sexy as he did. “Hi.” I choked pathetically.
I couldn’t stop staring at his face. I took mental pictures, because I knew that this was going to be the only time I would see his face this close.
“Hi,” He responded. His eyes wandered from my face to my hand that was holding the bras. I gasped and shoved them behind my back. “Those are nice.” He teased. “Who’s the lucky guy that get’s to see you in them?”
“Umm, n-no one.” I stuttered.
“That’s a real shame. Someone’s missing out.”
Wait...Was he flirting with me?
Holy fucking shit, Mike Fuentes was flirting with me.
A blush started to creep to my cheeks.
“I... Umm.... I have to go. I have work in half an hour, and... oh my God. I can’t believe it’s actually you.” I stuttered.
“Where do you work?” He asked.
“Kings horse. It’s a bar in town.”
“That’s cool. I’ll see you around?”
“You will?” I murmured dazed, still shocked by his presence.
“Yeah,” He smiled. “What’s you name?”
“Ch-Charlie.”
He nodded, then bit his bottom lip, slightly catching his lip ring. I melted inside. “It was nice to meet you.” He said and began stepping backwards. He saluted me with two fingers and turned away.
My mind was in a total frenzy. I stood paralysed, until I realised that I had to get to work. I shoved the hangers onto a pole and left the shop.
11/4/13