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Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 7:28pm On Sep 07, 2015 |
Well.... This is my first story... Not in the usual naija settings. Guess 2 many Hollywood movies is 2 blame for that. But i'l try 2 keep it real. Critics r very much welcome |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 7:39pm On Sep 07, 2015 |
My name is Tina Rawr Raaawr. Damn, forgot to replace the batteries on the doorbell sensor again, I think Now, instead of the regular Ding Dong most doorbells have mine sounds like a cat in heat. “Good Morning, Ladies.” I smile and look over to greet my first customers of the day. “My name is Tina. If you need any help with anything, just holler.” When I see them smile and nod back at me I go to my table of sweaters which have become a bit of a mess from the day before and commence re-folding. Most people wouldn’t do this with a huge smile on their face but, what can I say? I take pride in my work. Rawr Raaawr. I start speaking cheerfully before I see who comes through the door, “Good Morn…Oh, it’s just you! How’s it going?” I see my not so cheerful worker girl Mimi walk through the studio and straight to the staff room without so much as a nod. Ooookay then. This is not unusual for Mimi. She is super surly in the best way. You can ask her anything,anything at all and she’ll only give you a straight answer. Everyone needs a friend like her. She emerges from the staff room,walks across the studio and straight out the door again. I see her turn left and smile to myself. I know she’ll only be a few minutes but will come back with the best Good Morning greeting anyone can get.Re-commence sweater folding. Five minutes later I hear the god awful doorbell again and Mimi walks over to me carrying the elixir of life in her dainty hands. I take the cup from her and sip. Mmmmmm, Caramel Latte. I love you, Meems. She takes her place behind the counter and logs into the register. She looks over at me and asks, “What are you smiling at, Atomic?” Surly as ever. She calls me Atomic because of my surname. I laugh and shake my head at her. I see her lip twitch as she looks over her day’s to-do list. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 7:54pm On Sep 07, 2015 |
I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Tina Tomic. Actually,my name is Valentina Tomic. Butthe only time I ever get called Valentina is when I’m in trouble.I manage Safira Boutique. Actually, scratch that, I own Safira Boutique. None of my workers know this. They all believe I’m the store manager because this is what I have led them to believe. Safira Boutique is my pride and joy. I bought it two years ago. The building was in pretty good shape but I put some money into renovating. I made all the fixings more modern and added a small kitchenette in the back which holds a fridge, microwave, small two-burner stove, and a sink to wash our dirty dishes. I also had new signs put up and a brand spanking new front counter put in. It’s very modern, shiny black with a high back; this hides our register and computer. There is also a super tiny change room at the back of the store. The store room was in good condition but the overall wiring needed to be re-done. This cost me a packet, but it was totally worth it. Safira’s is a narrow building but is long; it looks small from the front but is surprisingly deceptive.I had it repainted a deep blue color because Safira means Sapphire in Croatian which is my ethnic background. The store front window holds two mannequins; I change their outfits every week. I love doing this. We carry many types of clothing items for several occasions. Clubbing and party clothes, cocktail dresses, formal occasion wear, sexy sleepwear (ooh la la), and a crap load of accessories. Our accessories are our main seller. We have clutches, necklaces, bracelets, bangles, costume jewellery, rings, and hair accessories. The reason these are our main seller is because they don’t cost a lot, so after school hours we are packed with high school and college girls who, unfortunately, can’t afford our clothing but go nuts over the affordable things. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 8:03pm On Sep 07, 2015 |
Lyk ah said.... Critics r welcome
Ah mean... Watz d world witout dem?
Ur comments 2 r nided. So ah knw if 2 continue or back-off |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 10:33am On Sep 09, 2015 |
I love my job. Safira has three workers; myself, Mimi, and Lola. I work full time, 9 to 5. Mimi and Lola get three to four shifts a week depending on how busy we are. We’ll soon add a fourth to our trio. My BFF Natalie is coming to live in New York! Excited, you ask?! Who, me? Noooooo… I’m freaking ecstatic! Although born and raised in California, I moved to New York two years ago. Natalie has been my best friend pretty much all my life. So when I moved away, it broke both our hearts. I had my reasons for moving. She understood why I left Cali but declared she couldn’t live without me because she says “Cali sucks without you”. So, this week I’ll have a moving truck arrive at my apartment. I’ll pack the second bedroom full of her stuff and next week my BFF will not only be living with me but also working with me. Totally awesome, if you ask me. Mimi interrupts my thought by nudging me. “There he is again. Damn, that boy is fine. And I mean fine with a capital F.” I look through the shop window,past the mannequins and my heart stutters. This is not the first time I’ve noticed him. And Mimi is right. He is fine. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 10:42am On Sep 09, 2015 |
I love my job. Safira has three workers; myself, Mimi, and Lola. I work full time, 9 to 5. Mimi and Lola get three to four shifts a week depending on how busy we are. We’ll soon add a fourth to our trio. My BFF Natalie is coming to live in New York! Excited, you ask?! Who, me? Noooooo… I’m freaking ecstatic! Although born and raised in California, I moved to New York two years ago. Natalie has been my best friend pretty much all my life. So when I moved away, it broke both our hearts. I had my reasons for moving. She understood why I left Cali but declared she couldn’t live without me because she says “Cali sucks without you”. So, this week I’ll have a moving truck arrive at my apartment. I’ll pack the second bedroom full of her stuff and next week my BFF will not only be living with me but also working with me. Totally awesome, if you ask me. Mimi interrupts my thought by nudging me. “There he is again. Damn, that boy is fine. And I mean fine with a capital F.” I look through the shop window, past the mannequins and my heart stutters. This is not the first time I’ve noticed him. And Mimi is right. He is fine. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 10:48am On Sep 09, 2015 |
Super fine. So fine he should be on a billboard or a book cover somewhere. But something about him bothers me. *** Two weeks earlier… Great. Just great. A traffic jam and I have approximately six minutes to open the store. No way am I going to get there on time and this ticks me off. I open the store at nine a.m. and pretty often there are already customers waiting for me. Ten minutes later I have my car parked at a public parking spot because I can never get a space by my store and I don’t have parking spaces under or behind the building. I’ve tried taking the bus a few times but found I value my sleep too much to get up an hour earlier than I have to if I take my car. Four customers are waiting on me. Three of them are smiling when they see me running towards them. One of them is scowling at me and it makes her pretty face oh-so ugly. “I am so sorry. There is a traffic jam down the street and I was stuck. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” I unlock the door and they follow me inside.I open the staff room door, literally throw my bag onto the kitchenette counter, and run back to the register to log on. The scowling woman is waiting for me. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 10:56am On Sep 09, 2015 |
I smile and say, “Good Morning. My name is Tina. How can I help you today?” She flicks her nails at a garment on the counter and replies, “This dress is awful.” She has a great Jersey accent. My smile falters and I respond, “I’m so sorry you don’t like it.” I’m trying to be sympathetic but it’s kind of hard when she’s looking at me like I forced her to buy it. Her elbow is resting on the counter, she looks closely at her nails and says, “Yeah, well, I wanna refund.” I look closely over the fabulous dress, smile and say, “Okay, let me see what I can do.” The tags have been removed and there are stains on the hem. Uh oh. Great. Shit just got serious. I hate confrontations; they give me hives. I clear my throat and say, “This dress has been worn ma’am. I can’t give you a refund or exchange. I’m sorry but our policies are clear. They’re on the walls and receipt.” |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 10:59am On Sep 09, 2015 |
Her scowl re-appears. She would be so pretty if she smiled.She leans forward and hisses right in my face, “This is BULLSHIT! That dress cost me THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS!” I know this. The dress is one of our most expensive pieces and is fab-U-lous. I really want to ask her if her daddy actually bought it but she continues. “It looks like a goddamn potato sack!” I feel the flush rising up my neck and I so badly want to scratch at it. I say quietly, “Like I said ma’am, there’s nothing I can do.” Her lip curls and she spits, “I wanna speak to a manager.” I nod and respond, “I am the manager.” She smiles almost cruelly and says, “Then I wanna speak to the owner.” |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 9:10pm On Sep 09, 2015 |
I stare her right in the eyeball and I’m thankful none of my girls are working. I say in a firm voice, “I am the owner.” Her face shifts into something even uglier than her scowl. I don’t know how to describe it, but if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. She snatches the dress out of my hands and storms out of my store. RawrRaaawr. Damn it. Crap! Forgot to get batteries for the doorbell. Again. I look out the window past the mannequins, and the She-Devil is walking across the street to a man standing with his back to me. He looks big. Not fat but built. She-Devil talks a mile a minute pointing towards Safira. The man is obviously talking back to her because she stops talking and starts pouting. Then she stomps her foot. Yes, actually stomps her foot and pushes her chest out while pouting up at his face. I can almost hear her whining. She walks off and the man turns towards Safira and shakes his head slowly. What a spoiled brat! It takes me a second to notice the man. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 9:20pm On Sep 09, 2015 |
Oh. My. God. Angels must have broken out in song when this man was born. I feel like breaking out in song. He is so handsome. I’ll admit I can’t see his face very well from across the street but I can see enough of it to see he is hot. As in hawt. And the rest of him is just as impressive. He’s tall, probably 6’2” or 6’3”, and has gorgeous olive-toned skin. He’s dressed in suit pants and a shirt. He has broad shoulders and great arms; I can tell from the muscle definition I can see through his shirt. He has a face made of straight angles and his lips have a natural pout to them. His hair is styled in a masculine faux hawk, shaved at the sides, longer on top, and spiked up and to the left side of his head. I can’t see his eye color from where I am, though. This makes me sad. I want to walk up to him and hold his face in my hands just so I can get a good look at him, but that would be rude. And I’d probably get arrested after he called the cops on me. The only turn off I can see from my vantage point is that he’s smoking. He looks angry, too. His lip is curled as he looks into Safira’s window. I’m scared he’ll come in here and yell at me trying to get his girlfriend’s money back for the fabulous dress she’s ruined. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 9:25pm On Sep 09, 2015 |
Stil on d look-out for comments..
Dnt jus read in ghost mode |
Re: Friend-zoned by abbey4christ(m): 11:06am On Sep 10, 2015 |
First of all,kudos to u for putting words together to become a story. Much as I would like to choose another word to express myself but I tink I need to be blunt here in order to convey my message in a more precise and concise manner. Your story needs life consequently,making it boring. My best guess is that people just read few lines and log off. This days people read appealing stories that will make them practically beg for more. Work on that. Cheers |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 2:10pm On Sep 10, 2015 |
@abbey4christ...thx 4 d observation.
Note taken |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 2:13pm On Sep 10, 2015 |
I just know my neck is red, I can tell from how much it’s itching. Please, please don’t come in here and yell at me, Mr. Large Man. Like an answer to my silent prayer he throws his cigarette butt onto the pavement (another turn off—litter bug), steps on it, and walks into a building I was told by my girls is a very popular nightclub. From the front of the building it doesn’t look like much. The large double doors are the typical ones you’d normally see at a club. It also looks narrow. Not quite as narrow as Safira but still narrow for a club. The sign atop the door catches my eye. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 2:24pm On Sep 10, 2015 |
The White Rabbit. The sign is white with a whimsical feel to it. The words are written in black and it all looks very plain but artsy. What a strange name for a club. I’m confused. Why would he be at a nightclub during the day? Maybe he’s security? He’s definitely built for it. I’m intrigued. I want to know more about him. The week passes and I observe the man from afar. I have made mental notes. He takes three cigarette breaks a day. He is always dressed in business attire. And I never see him leave. But something about him bothers me. I have never seen him smile. *** Meems breaks my thoughts with, “Well?” Uh, what? Confusion settles over my features and I reply, “Well what?” “Did you have a nice trip?” Mimi smirks. “You were miles away,babe” Oops. I cringe and say, “Sorry. What were you saying?” She looks livid. Her blue eyes flash at me and she spits, “I said that fine ass man is out there again!” I want to stroke her shoulder length silky sunny blonde hair but this is a no-go with Mimi. I’m very affectionate and hugged Mimi once. Once was enough to realize this is a no-go because when we parted from said hug, she looked at me like I ran over her dog. I save all my workplace affection for Lola who is a bit younger than me and comes from an affectionate household. She gets me. I sigh through my response. “Yeah. I saw him, Meems. He’s looking pretty good today. Lilac is a good color on him.” Her eyes widen and she almost yells, “That’s all you have to say?” She narrows her eyes at me. “You’ve been watching him for two weeks, Tina. Grow some balls and ask the dude out.” Um, No. I don’t do relationships. I’m twenty eight years old and have only been in one relationship. It was good in the beginning. It totally sucked at the end. Never again. I’ve dated men since my relationship went bust, quite a few actually. But not one of those men broke through the thick wall I’ve built around myself. I call it protecting myself. It works and i’m sticking to it. It’s a bit lonely but at least I have my friends. I lower my eyes, fold another sweater and whisper, “You know I can’t do that, hon. I think a new box of those linen shirts came in.Can you please steam and shelf them?” |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 2:34pm On Sep 10, 2015 |
Her face shows her frustration and she mutters, “Way to change the subject, boss lady.” I watch her walk into the stock room but my attention is pulled back to building across from mine. On the counter next to the register are two clear cellophane wrapped bags of candy. One has Raspberry bullets in it, which are my all-time favorite; the other holds red wax lips. I don’t have to talk to him to be nice to him. He won’t ever know who they came from. I set aside the wax lips on the counter and taking a piece of paper from next to the register I write three small words. I fold up my note, punch a hole in it, and tie it around the candy using the red foil ribbon we use to gift wrap items with. I look at the time on the register. Another hour and he’ll be back for another cigarette break. I walk into the stock room and tell Mimi I need a break. She comes out front to man the counter for me. I walk out of Safira’s and turn left to the coffee shop next door. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 2:44pm On Sep 10, 2015 |
I know every person who works at Winnie’s coffee lounge and they know me and my girls pretty well,too. We’re there at least three times every day to get our coffee fix,and believe me when I tell you Winnie’s coffee is the bomb. It’s not a large coffee lounge. In fact, there is only one three seater lounge in the store because that’s all it can fit. It’s about a quarter of the size of Safira’s and I’m sure at one point our two stores used to be one. I go in to find Sammi behind the counter. Perfect. Just who I need to see. I walk over to him and smile, he smiles back flirtatiously. Sammi is eighteen; he works at Winnie’s part time and goes to college. He is cute. At least, I think he is under all that dark hair. His hair is long and brushed forward over one eye. The eye that I can see is a warm brown color. He smiles and says, “Tina, babe, what can I get you?” Ever the charmer, I reply, “Actually, Sammi, I need a favor.” His face shows unconcealed surprise . A small smile forms on his lips and he says in a husky voice, “Sure! Whatever you need…” He licks his lips in invitation. I laugh, put a hand on my chest and say, “Oh my, not that kind of favor! Sammi, I’m old enough to be your Mo…uh, older sister.” He wiggles his brows at me and responds, “My sister ain’t a hottie.” I can’t help but laugh. We banter like this all the time. It’s harmless and Sammi is a sweetheart. “Can you help me or not?” I say in mock sternness with my hands on my hips. That charming smile appears again and he replies, “Anything for you, babe.” I explain to him what I need done and he looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. After pleading with him and planting and a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek, he finally agrees. I jump up and down in victory, thank him and walk back to Safira. I relieve Mimi, take my place at the counter and wait to see what happens. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:33pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
seems I'm all alone here
buh I'll stil drop d story
ah started it n hopefully I'll finish it |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:37pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
A half hour passes and the
beautiful man across the street
appears, right on time, cigarette in
hand. I spot Sammi making his
way across the street and anxiety
knots my stomach.
This was a bad idea. What was I
thinking??! God, I am such a turd!
Sammi approaches beautiful man
and hands a small brown paper
bag to him. Sammi says a few
words and walks away. He spies
me through Safira’s window and
winks at me.
I watch Mr. Beautiful open the
brown paper bag and take out the
candy.
He looks confused. I’m not
surprised.
He tears the note off the ribbon,
opens it and reads. He looks even
more confused and my heart
shrinks.
What I see next makes it all worth
it.
His eyes crinkle and a small smile
twitches at his lips.
Not great, but definite progress.
This is the first smile I’ve seen
grace his gorgeous face and it
was nice. I can’t help but smile,
too.
Yay, me! See?! Not such a bad
idea after all.
A deep sigh escapes me. I feel at
peace once again. I go about my
work with a huge smile plastered
on my face. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:38pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
Rawr Raaawr
I inwardly cringe and glare at the
damn door.
A man stands there.
He’s smiling but his eyes look at
me like being a girl is a disease
and you can catch it from visiting
a boutique.
He is tall, probably 6’2”. Olive skin
tone and amber colored eyes.
I’m mesmerised.
His eyes are like honey! I’ve never
seen that eye color before. He has
dark brown spiky hair and a nice
five o’clock shadow.
Wow, this man is gorgeous.
He looks to be about my age. He
walks over to me, places both
forearms on my counter, leans in
close and asks, “Can you help me,
honey?”
“I. Ahh…” I’m tongue tied. His
voice is as smooth as his honey
eyes.
Having obviously heard a man’s
voice in the store, Mimi comes to
stand next to me.
She looks Mr. Gorgeous up and
down and narrows her eyes. She
says firmly, “I can help you.”
He looks her up and down the
same way she’d done mere
seconds before and smiles a big
smile. Mr Gorgeous has a dimple.
My knees almost buckle and I
start to sweat.
He smirks as he responds, “Great.
I’m looking for the owner of this.”
I look down and feel the flush rise
from my chest up. This is because
on the counter sits my Mr.
Beautiful note.
Mimi looks down, brow scrunched
in confusion. She reads the note
and I know I’m totally busted.
Meems knows my handwriting.
I feel her stare bore into me, I
won’t look at her.
“You didn’t…” Her voice colored
with amusement.
I’m red, splotchy, and
embarrassed. I look towards the
man who is now looking at me
with narrowed eyes, his head at a
tilt. Like he’s trying to read my
mind or figure me out.
Before I can stop myself, I answer
with a shrill, “How did he know it
was me?” |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:40pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
Mr. Gorgeous takes the note from
the counter and turns it over. We
all look down and what I see
makes me even redder. I hear
Mimi burst out laughing. Mr.
Gorgeous quietly chuckles.
Safira Boutique.
I wrote on Safira stationary!
I. Am. Mortified.
He was never meant to know!
Mr. Gorgeous speaks, “C’mon,
sweetheart. You’re comin’ with
me.”
Uh, What?
I whisper, “Excuse me?”
He flicks his head to the note and
says, “Boss wants to see you.”
Uh, What?
My eyes widen and I whisper
loudly, “Am I in trouble?”
He looks me up and down and his
lips lift a little. He answers, “I’m
not sure, sweetheart.” He says
sweetheart in a way that makes it
sound like sweethawt.
He takes my hand that rests on
the counter, pulls me next to him,
and tucks my hand into the crook
his arm. I know he sees
uncertainty in my eyes. He looks
to Mimi and smiles as he speaks,
“I’ll have her back in one piece.
I’m Max, by the way.”
She does a little head lift and
responds, “Mimi.” She points to
me and says, “That’s Tina.”
He smiles and says, “Great, she’ll
be back soon.” He starts pulling
me along with him and I turn to
glare at Mimi.
Standing tall with eyes wide, she
smiles big and lifts her hand in a
wave.
Crud! I knew this was a bad idea. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:42pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
I’m waiting for Max to get back
with information on who sent me
the candy and note.
Curiosity eats away at me.
Who the hell would send a guy
candy?
Not just any candy, but those
goofy wax lips that taste like
cardboard.
Someone nutty, that’s for sure.
Maybe even a past fling. I’m
wracking my brain trying to think
if any of the girls I’ve slept with
recently were a bit nutty.
There was that one girl who
wanted me to…Nah. I smile at the
memory. She was the good kind
of nutty.
The door to my office bursts open
and Max tries to walk in but it
looks like something is holding
him back.
Max starts laughing and says,
“C’mon sweetheart, he won’t bite.”
I stand and step towards the door,
my brows furrowed. I decide to sit
on the front of my desk.
What did he bring me, a Pitbull?
Max is struggling with whoever is
out there and Max is big. And
strong. He looks at me like he
wants to burst into laughter.
Walking back out the office door,
he emerges seconds later.
Walking backwards towards me is
a woman; Max has his hands on
her shoulders and is walking her
toward me. Once she hits the
middle of the room, he stops
walking. He lowers his face to
hers and says, “He just wants to
talk, hon.” He flicks her hair
playfully, turns and walks out. But
not before he winks at me.
The woman standing in my office
still has her back to me and she’s
looking at the floor. I do a quick
scan of her from the back.
Medium height; maybe 5”5 or 5”6
without the black pumps she’s
rockin’. Nice body. Great ass.
Long dark hair to her waist. It’s
shiny and has a nice natural wave
to it.
It’s now been over a minute and
this slip of a woman still hasn’t
turned to face me.
I’m getting irritated now.
I have to break the ice.
I say, “He’s right, you know. I
won’t bite.”
Her shoulders stiffen but she
slowly turns to face me. Her face
is still lowered so I can’t see what
she looks like.
I take a look at her body from the
front. Decent boobs. Nice curvy
body. She’s dressed nicely,
wearing a white linen shirt and a
high waisted grey skirt. You know
the ones that are tight around the
ass and get tighter around the
knees?
Nice.
She’s also wearing a thick black
belt that goes just under her
boobs. The more I look at her, the
sexier she becomes.
This somehow makes me more
irritated.
I ask a little too firmly, “Can you
look at me, miss? I just wanna ask
you a few questions. Nothin’ to be
worried about.”
She nods and lifts her head. Oh, Hell. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Not a past fling, that’s for sure. She’s cute. And flushed, I mean, really flushed. It kinda makes her cuter. Not just cute, but adorable. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:45pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
And she’s petrified. I have no idea why. I mean, I know I’m a big guy but I don’t think I’m that scary. She has light green eyes that are unusual because they have a black rim, a cute little nose, and her lips…Oh, man. Her top lip is full and her bottom lip is fuller. Damn. Using my foot, I pull out a chair and motion for her to sit. Thankfully, she does so without hesitating. Who is this girl? *** Uh, that voice. It’s the type of voice you hear in your own made up fantasies. Deep and sexy. I look up at Mr Beautiful and Wow. He’s actually even more beautiful up close. Now that I’m close enough to him, I can see he has the same eye color as Max. He looks a lot like Max, too. I’m guessing they’re brothers or at least related. Just above his eyebrow is a scar; it goes through his eyebrow at an angle and ends at the outer tip of his eye. A scowl mars his face and he sighs deeply. He stands up and walks around the desk, sits behind it and takes his cufflinks out of the button holes of his silk lilac shirt. Not many men could pull off looking manly in lilac. But he’s just that awesome. He rolls up the sleeves to his elbows. I think he’s done this to make me a little more comfortable around him. I’m surprised that it works. The simple move has made him much less intimidating and I feel myself loosen up. He sounds bored when he says, “I’m Nik.” He already thinks you’re a weirdo, don’t you dare freeze up now. It’s just talking. I reply a little too loudly, “I’m Tina.” His lips twitch. He asks, “You work at Safira’s Boutique?” I simply nod. He points to the note which now sits on his desk and asks, “Can you tell me who gave me this note?” Immediately I respond, “I did.” Just like ripping off a band aid, the quicker you do it the less painful it is. His brow furrows in confusion, he taps his pen on the desk and says, “Oh. I guess you could say I’m a little curious about the note. And what’s written on it.” I flush even warmer and slide deeper into the chair. I’m so embarrassed! |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:48pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
I quickly respond, “I’m so sorry if
I offended you in any way. I, ah, I
think I should just go.” I move to
stand but he reaches over the
table and takes my hand in his
huge one.
He says, “Sit down, please.” This
is not a request.
He places my hand back on the
desk and I park my butt back
down. He reaches for the note and
reads aloud, “Smile sometime,
handsome.”
Yep. I’m an Idiot.
***
This Tina woman closes her eyes
and cringes when I read the note
aloud; it’s so cute I have to bite
my lip to stop myself from
laughing.
She straightens up, looks me in
the eye and says matter-of-factly,
“It’s just that every day you come
outside for your cigarette break
which, by the way, smoking kills.”
She scrunches her nose, and says
quietly, “But at least it didn’t stunt
your growth.” She looks
thoughtful, places her fingers to
her chin and tilts her head slightly.
Her head straightens suddenly as
if she just remembered she wasn’t
done and she continues, “And I
see you out there every day but
you’re never happy. And you
never smile. Like ever. And I just
wanted to, anonymously, make
your day a bit better and make
you smile because, frankly,
watching you is a bit depressing.
And I know it’s none of my
business and you have the right
to be as broody as you damn well
please, but I like when people
smile and I like making people
smile!” She finishes a little louder
than she needs to be. I have to
stop myself from running my
hands down my face.
Yeah, too cute.
I feel a frown form.
I don’t do cute. She has a great
ass that I would definitely like in
my bed but I don’t do cute.
Cute girls wanna kiss. I don’t do
that shit. Kissing means special
things like relationships and
girlfriends. And I don’t have
relationships or girlfriends. I have
Bleep buddies. Because I Bleep.
Often. I most definitely don’t make
love. I might not screw hard all
the time but even slow screwing is
just screwing.
I don’t have the time or the
inclination to make the effort to
keep a girlfriend.
One day, when I’m not knee deep
in nightclub bullshit, I’ll find a nice
girl and settle down. I’ll make sure
that girl will be worth it. But that
time is not now.
Tina is looking at my eyes and
asks, “What color are your eyes?”
Uh oh, she’s making goo-goo eyes
at me. Crap, cut her loose and let
her be on her way.
***
Nik shifts in his chair almost
nervously as he replies, “Uh, I
don’t really know. Like a gold-ish
brown or somethin’.”
I push the eye color thing. I tell
him, “I’ve never seen eyes that
color. It’s like warm honey.”
He looks away and swallows hard
before he says, “Uh, yeah, I
guess.”
Oh my, he is nervous.
As he looks toward the bookcase
in the corner and I spy ink
travelling up the back of his neck
past the back of his ear. It’s black,
thick, and looks tribal.
Yummy.
He won’t look me in the eye now
and I wonder what I said to get a
reaction like the one he’s giving
me.
I’m confused. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:52pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
Frowning, I take a look around his
office while I try to figure him out. It’s nice. The walls are a pale sandy color. His desk is wooden and looks heavy. This desk was not bought at Ikea. This was the type of desk you bought at an antique store and had re-finished. It’s clearly mahogany (La dee dah!). And I notice the whole room is neat; not a stray paper in sight. I can’t even see my desk in Safira’s store room! It’s covered in papers, stock, and trash. Mental note; find your desk. There are two framed photos on the mahogany bookshelf in the corner of the office. One is of a little girl who is so beautiful, my heart aches. Her smile is pure sunshine and she is missing one of her front teeth. She has Nik’s eyes. The frame is bright pink with purple glittery butterflies around it. Aww, cute. The other frame is exquisite. It is thick silver with pieces of beige mother of pearl swirling through it. The photo is an old one, a family portrait it looks like. A tall, dark haired, middle aged man stands with his arms around a short but beautiful dark haired, dark eyed woman. The woman is very much pregnant. The man looks like Nik but he is pale skinned where Nik is much darker. Most importantly are the man’s eyes. They are Nik’s eyes. I’m going to take a stab and say these are Nik’s parents. Two small girls flank the couple, hugging them both around the legs. Hugging the two girls are two young men. Looking closer at this picture I can see Max’s cheeky dimpled smile and it confirms my earlier suspicions that Nik and Max are brothers. Both girls have their mother’s eyes; both boys have their father’s eyes. All the children got their mother’s beautiful skin tone. They are all laughing and smiling. Wow, I love this photo. Everyone in this picture is so happy. Like, blissfully happy. I think back to Nik and wonder what happened to his happiness. I take another look around but there is nothing else to note except a filing cabinet in the opposite corner of the room close to the door. No more photos, nothing at all personal, nothing to suggest he has a girlfriend or wife. Then it clicks. His reaction to my stupid questions. And I almost burst out laughing but manage to stop it and make a choked sound instead. He thinks I’m coming onto him! I mean, I can’t blame him for thinking that because he is beauty defined. And now that I’ve spent some time with him I realize I had nothing to be nervous about. He seems like a nice, well-mannered guy but still a little too broody for my liking. An idea enters my brain and before I can think about it and verbal diarrhea spews forth. |
Re: Friend-zoned by bquin2all(f): 1:57pm On Dec 07, 2015 |
*** Tina spends a good few minutes looking around my office. Her eyes land on the family portrait which was taken a few months before Dad died. I realize she’s looking for photos of a wife or girlfriend. Here we go. She’s gonna make her move. I should’ve left the damn note thing alone. Tina makes a choked noise and I look up to find her trying to hold back a smile. Cut her loose and no one gets hurt. She’s too cute. She is too cute. Too cute to Bleep and leave, she ain’t that type. I can tell. I spend a lot of time with girls like that and they normally have the same interests as me. Sex without strings. My body tenses. How do I turn her down without sounding like an asshole? Girls like Tina hurt easy. That’s why I don’t deal with girls like this. She’s smiling a small smile and waiting for me to say something. I don’t know what to say to her, she’s nervous as it is and doesn’t need me going all asshole on her. I start tapping my pen on the desk. I’m thinking so hard I’m sure she can see my brain moving around through my skull! I haven’t noticed she started to speak. “So we can be friends, right?” Wait, what? I stare at her, a frown forming at my mouth. Did I..? Did I just get Friend- zoned? I look over again to see Tina nodding vigorously and smiling brightly. Wow, this has never happened to me before. Girls usually come to the club knowing I got money; they ask me out or ask me to their place for a “drink”, which one hundred percent of the time ends up meaning sex. Tina takes my silence as her cue to speak again. “I mean we work right across the street from each other. We can do lunch sometimes and, Ooh,” she widens her eyes almost comically, “we can get together for coffee at Winnie’s!” She looks so excited at the prospect of us being friends, she’s practically bouncing up and down in her seat. You don’t need another friend. Definitely not a friend that’s a girl; too complicated. Cut her loose, man. You don’t need this shit. “Uh...” Just do it! Cut her loose. This is a mistake. I look into her sweet face and the words are out of my mouth before I realize. “Yeah, sure. We can be friends” What. The. Bleep? Where the hell did that come from? Before I can think about what just happened, Tina looks at me and smiles big. Her lips are a pale pink, not lipstick or gloss, but naturally. Her teeth are white and perfect. I tell myself to stop staring at her damn lips. So I focus on her eyes. Her eyes are slightly crinkled at the corners. Goddamn, even her eyes are smiling. Great. Just great, you slowpoke. Tina stands abruptly, pushing the chair out so hard it almost flies backwards onto the floor. She snatches up one of my business cards out of the holder on the desk, smiles brightly at me and says, “Great! So I guess I’ll be seeing you around, friend!” enthusiastically waving my business card back and forth in the air like it’s a Polaroid picture. She finishes with, “I’ll be in touch.” And then she’s out the door. I sit back in my chair and my brow furrows once more as I scratch my chin. Seriously. What the Bleep just happened? |
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