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This is actually scene two of the play that I'm writing, except in prose form. I posted it for my English homework. Yay. Um, enjoy. Comments are appreciated. ^-^
A tattered old shoe kicked at broken shards of cement scattered about the sidewalk. Tired violet eyes stared lazily ahead, seeing nothing but a haze of busy bodies, speeding cars, and random food stands. Sighing heavily, Zero fished through his jeans pocket and pulled out what looked like a very expensive calligraphy pen--a sort of metallic black colour with intricate silver loops and waves on the body, and a gleaming silver clip on the cap. It looked to be well-taken care of, and he was sure that its owner terribly missed it. He twisted off the back, and out slid the one-and-a-half-inch ink cartridge, landing softly in the middle of his open palm. The tube was nearly empty, with small dots of purple stuck to the inside walls. Yes, this seemed like a very special pen, indeed. If only he could find that boy who had mistakenly dropped it in the music room...
Zero let out a small yawn and chuckled slightly. "I think I need some coffee to wake me up," he said to himself, combing his dark silver and blue-black bangs out of his face. Thankfully, he knew of a little cafe not four blocks from his current standing that served the best caffeinated beverages in the city. His step sped up ever so slightly, with a slight skip as a display of his excitement. Upon entering the Coffee Corner, his senses were invaded by the strong yet delicate aroma of irresistible coffee. Zero felt like he had died and gone to Heaven. This place was aboslutely magical. He couldn't wait to taste the thick, sweet, hot, chocolate chip latte he favoured so. Stepping up to the counter, he was greeted by the only female employee on the current shift.
"Good afternoon, sir," she said with a smile.
"Afternoon," he took a glance at her shiny gold nametag, "L...Lilliyana. Pretty name." He flashed his own signature smile, resting his arm on the countertop.
"Thanks. So, what'll it be for you?" Lilliyana asked, typing a few buttons on the register.
"I'll have a venti chocolate chip latte, and can I get that with whipped cream and chocolate syrup?"
"Is chocolate whipped cream okay?"
"That sounds perfect!" Yeah, he was a chocolate addict...and he didn't dare deny it.
"All right, I'll have your order in a few minutes, sir. That's four ninety-five, please."
Zero paid up and watch her stride over to the many machines used to create their many dreamy drinks. He always found it fascinating to watch someone make his drink, for a reason he couldn't find. Perhaps it was because he definitely wasn't the best cook; heck, he couldn't even make toast or iced tea successfully. He watched the steam rise from the recycled paper cup as the liquid poured--
CRASH!
His thoughts were immediately interrupted by a series of loud clanging and clashing noises. He spun around on his heel, spotting the source of the disturbance. One of the waiters had apparently lost grip of his tray, and there was a mess of cups and dishes soaking in various puddles of coffee and other unknown liquids. Zero quickly made his way over to the frantic boy to lend a hand.
"Here, let me help you," he offered kindly, gathering up the dishware that was still intact and piling it all atop the tray.
"Th-thanks," the boy whispered, obviously quite embarrassed. Zero smiled in an understanding sort of way and picked up the tray, setting it on a nearby empty table. The boy stood and wrapped the pieces of broken plates inside a few wet rags, dropping them on the tray. "Thanks for your help," he thanked again, looking up at Zero with gratitude in his icy blue eyes.
Such familiar eyes...
The boy was heading back to the kitchen when Zero ran up to him, grabbing at his shoulder. "Wait, you're...I know you. You're the guy that fell into the music room yesterday while I was practicing!" he said so quickly, he had to take a deep breath by the end of it. Yes, he was sure of it! There was no way he'd ever forget eyes like that. "You dropped your pen. I found it under the piano bench."
"You...you have my pen?" The boy's icy eyes seemed to melt with that innocent question. Of all the things he could have said...
"Yeah, I do," Zero replied, digging through his pocket for the pen. "Here it--" Zero looked up, but the boy had disappeared. Where did he go?
He then emerged from the kitchen, hands free of everything. He made his way over to Zero, eyeing the pen like a child that had found his missing dog. Zero placed it in his hand and a genuine smile played across his lips. "Thank you for keeping it safe."
"It was no problem, really," Zero said, patting the boy on the shoulder. "By the way, my name's Zero. What's yours?"
"...Kiernan."
 Chibi Pierceye · Mon Feb 11, 2008 @ 03:09am · 0 Comments |
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