'Love at First Sight' Scenario Contest
This is my entry for the 'Love at First Sight' scenario contest thing :)
My eyes lingered a few moments too long on the slender, dread-locked kid standing helplessly by the un-loading station on the buses. I watched with an intensity bordering on amusement, as the boy (Because I definitely saw him more as a boy than a man) struggled with a hefty guitar case and a large suitcase. My teeth clamped down on my lip, my eyes tracing the kid’s sexy figure (and ass to die for) among other things, debating whether or not to lend a hand to the poor guy and put him out of his misery.
He was cute, at least from behind. Why not? I walked forward towards the buses, groups of contestants still gathering all their belongings in preparation of Hollywood Week. Yet no one else besides me noticed the struggling boy.
I came up a few steps behind him, wondering how to approach this whilst avoiding looking creepy. Well, I guess the creepy factor was inevitable - I was always creepy. The boy lifted the guitar above his head, breathing hard and simultaneously attempting to heave his suitcase. I lifted the guitar from his outstretched hands with ease and slung it breezily over my shoulder.
“Huh?” Was my soft, mumbled response and the kid spun around. And that’s when my heart halted faster than a train at the brink of a cliff. My stomach twisted a little bit - an odd sensation, like there were snakes squirming inside of me. I’d never felt this way before. Never had I encountered beauty such as this.
His face was like nothing I’d ever laid my eyes upon before - like the design of flesh and bone was carved by God himself, or at the very least, Heaven’s finest angels. His features were sort of delicate and refined, nearly bordering on androgynous. Full, pretty lips and fine bone structure and the most flawless skin - tan and smooth and my God, he was nearly glowing - there was some inner light he seemed to pull from within and the effect was breathtaking. But what truly stole my breath, ripping it right out of my throat, were the eyes. A spell-binding, deep ocean blue, and sky blue, and royal blue, simply every shade of blue you could imagine, liquefying and swirling to create this beautiful boy’s eyes. Long, feminine eyelashes curled above and beyond and swept down his cheeks. Overall, coupled with the ludicrous, yet oddly beautiful and befitting dreadlocks that tumbled to his chest, the effect was almost surreal.
I swallowed hard, just to feel the saliva stirring in my throat. Just to ensure I hadn’t completely lost reign over all my body functions. I coughed a bit and smiled at the boy, this pretty boy (oh, but pretty was such an understatement), and decided I’d at least introduce myself.
“Uh, hey, I’m David. You looked like you could use some help, so…”
Smooth. But the boy smiled, and this sweet little blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh.” He laughed a bit, in a way that was awkward and shy and irresistible to the point that I nearly pounced him, in all his adorable glory. “Huh, thanks. ‘M Jason, by the way.” And again with the cute, dorky laugh.
“Cool, Jason, nice to meet you.” I began walking in the general direction of the hotel lobby and he followed. I was still holding his guitar for him, after all. “So, are you nervous for the infamous Hollywood Week?” I drew out the title Hollywood Week dramatically, then felt like a total dork, but Jason smiled, wide and sincere.
Jason (which is a very sexy name, I might add) bit down on his lip. He scratched the back of his neck and released his lip, leaving it a tantalizing shade of red in the wake of his teeth (which were straight, and white, and perfect). “Yeah. Yeah, ‘m a bit nervous. Nah, actually I’ma lot nervous.”
He talked like a kid, awkward and young and he stumbled over his words and always had this sort of sweet, goofy edge to every word he spoke. It made me smile.
“Yeah man, same. So you wanna go ahead and head inside? I heard they got lunch waiting for us.” I was surprised at how calm and collected my voice was sustaining, seeing as how I was a churning, drooling, Jason-induced mess beneath the surface.
“Ah, sure,” he mumbled, with a sweet, wide smile that filtered into his eyes, creating an effortless sparkle.
“Sweet,” I said, and led him lead the way inside. My heart was turning cartwheels and back flips and somersaults and my breathing was still a little too quick and forced and stolen. My eyes lingered on the back of his pretty dread head, thinking of Disney fairy tales and the fables of love at first sight. Today I believed. Today I found proof, in a beautiful boy named Jason. Today I met perfection, faultlessness in flesh.
And two years later, there was a ring on Jason’s finger and a permanent smile etched on my face. We found ourselves still in Hollywood, still creating music, but more importantly, creating love, creating reality spawned from fairytale.
My eyes lingered a few moments too long on the slender, dread-locked kid standing helplessly by the un-loading station on the buses. I watched with an intensity bordering on amusement, as the boy (Because I definitely saw him more as a boy than a man) struggled with a hefty guitar case and a large suitcase. My teeth clamped down on my lip, my eyes tracing the kid’s sexy figure (and ass to die for) among other things, debating whether or not to lend a hand to the poor guy and put him out of his misery.
He was cute, at least from behind. Why not? I walked forward towards the buses, groups of contestants still gathering all their belongings in preparation of Hollywood Week. Yet no one else besides me noticed the struggling boy.
I came up a few steps behind him, wondering how to approach this whilst avoiding looking creepy. Well, I guess the creepy factor was inevitable - I was always creepy. The boy lifted the guitar above his head, breathing hard and simultaneously attempting to heave his suitcase. I lifted the guitar from his outstretched hands with ease and slung it breezily over my shoulder.
“Huh?” Was my soft, mumbled response and the kid spun around. And that’s when my heart halted faster than a train at the brink of a cliff. My stomach twisted a little bit - an odd sensation, like there were snakes squirming inside of me. I’d never felt this way before. Never had I encountered beauty such as this.
His face was like nothing I’d ever laid my eyes upon before - like the design of flesh and bone was carved by God himself, or at the very least, Heaven’s finest angels. His features were sort of delicate and refined, nearly bordering on androgynous. Full, pretty lips and fine bone structure and the most flawless skin - tan and smooth and my God, he was nearly glowing - there was some inner light he seemed to pull from within and the effect was breathtaking. But what truly stole my breath, ripping it right out of my throat, were the eyes. A spell-binding, deep ocean blue, and sky blue, and royal blue, simply every shade of blue you could imagine, liquefying and swirling to create this beautiful boy’s eyes. Long, feminine eyelashes curled above and beyond and swept down his cheeks. Overall, coupled with the ludicrous, yet oddly beautiful and befitting dreadlocks that tumbled to his chest, the effect was almost surreal.
I swallowed hard, just to feel the saliva stirring in my throat. Just to ensure I hadn’t completely lost reign over all my body functions. I coughed a bit and smiled at the boy, this pretty boy (oh, but pretty was such an understatement), and decided I’d at least introduce myself.
“Uh, hey, I’m David. You looked like you could use some help, so…”
Smooth. But the boy smiled, and this sweet little blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh.” He laughed a bit, in a way that was awkward and shy and irresistible to the point that I nearly pounced him, in all his adorable glory. “Huh, thanks. ‘M Jason, by the way.” And again with the cute, dorky laugh.
“Cool, Jason, nice to meet you.” I began walking in the general direction of the hotel lobby and he followed. I was still holding his guitar for him, after all. “So, are you nervous for the infamous Hollywood Week?” I drew out the title Hollywood Week dramatically, then felt like a total dork, but Jason smiled, wide and sincere.
Jason (which is a very sexy name, I might add) bit down on his lip. He scratched the back of his neck and released his lip, leaving it a tantalizing shade of red in the wake of his teeth (which were straight, and white, and perfect). “Yeah. Yeah, ‘m a bit nervous. Nah, actually I’ma lot nervous.”
He talked like a kid, awkward and young and he stumbled over his words and always had this sort of sweet, goofy edge to every word he spoke. It made me smile.
“Yeah man, same. So you wanna go ahead and head inside? I heard they got lunch waiting for us.” I was surprised at how calm and collected my voice was sustaining, seeing as how I was a churning, drooling, Jason-induced mess beneath the surface.
“Ah, sure,” he mumbled, with a sweet, wide smile that filtered into his eyes, creating an effortless sparkle.
“Sweet,” I said, and led him lead the way inside. My heart was turning cartwheels and back flips and somersaults and my breathing was still a little too quick and forced and stolen. My eyes lingered on the back of his pretty dread head, thinking of Disney fairy tales and the fables of love at first sight. Today I believed. Today I found proof, in a beautiful boy named Jason. Today I met perfection, faultlessness in flesh.
And two years later, there was a ring on Jason’s finger and a permanent smile etched on my face. We found ourselves still in Hollywood, still creating music, but more importantly, creating love, creating reality spawned from fairytale.