You Had Me At ''I Hate You.'' - 02 -

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I ran my hands through my kiwi-smelling hair. Honestly, I don't think I can spend one more night with my mother. All she does is fuss over me.
I hate being fussed over.
She insisted that I help her pick out a new perfume at Nordstrom's.
She bought some Chanel crap for fifty dollars.
I laughed. I though she was kidding. But, no!
"Oh, Violet! You just don't understand designers!"
That's what she'd said to me!
Oh, Violet!
All condescending and crap. Well, I don't need it. And I don't need her Paul Mitchell "Kiwi-Lemon Blast Two-In-One Shampoo and Conditioner" either!
Okay... well, maybe I'll keep the kiwi shit.
I sipped my coffee, and checked my wrist for the face of my watch. I was counting down the minutes until I had to lay eyes on my mother again...
I was currently sitting outside at a hip little coffee shop downtown near the local college. My mocha had long since gone cold, as I was savoring it to pass the time.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I spotted a tall, skinny boy over towards the bulletin boards. It was where all the students posted notices, lost pet or book signs, and advertisements for wanted roommates.
The boy had a bundle of lime green flyers in his spindly hands, and his nose was bright pink from the cold. Suddenly, a strong gust of sharp wind disturbed a surprising amount of leaves, and ended up ripping the scarf from his neck. The flyers were snatched out of his hands, and swirled around over his head.
"Shit!" he cried, stretching his hands over his head in a futile attempt to gather the wind-blown papers.
His scarf fluttered over towards me, ending up smacking me in the face. I sputtered, blinded by the scarf, and coughing at the strong smell of cologne that it brought about. I stood up, removing his scarf from my eyes, and causing my cold coffee to splash to the floor.
He appeared, as if out of nowhere, by my side, apologizing profusely.
"I'm so sorry! I'll get you another coffee! Really, I'm so sorry!"
I laughed, and assured him that I was okay.
"No, honestly! I'll get you another!" he waved his hand to the busboy and ordered me another mocha.
"I'm Jesse," the boy said, sticking out a bony hand. "Jesse King."
I took it and answered, "Violet DiMarco."
He grinned and shoved the two flyers that he'd managed to catch in the inside pocket of his jacket. It was then that I realized I was still holding his scarf, embarrassed, I flushed as red as my hair.
"Uh... Here," I mumbled, handing it to him.
"Oh! Thanks," he replied, and promptly slung it around his neck again.
"Sorry about your flyers," I said, gesturing to the random lime green papers that were now scattered all over the surrounding area.
"S'okay," he shrugged. "It's not like we're going to find anyone anyways."
"Find anyone?" I questioned.
"Yeah," he breathed into his cupped hands to warm them. "Me and a buddy are looking for a roommate. Our old one, my brother, went off to live with his girlfriend, and we're having a hard time scraping up the rent."
And suddenly, that boy just became so much more beautiful. Heaven seemed to be casting a godly glow over his body, illuminating him in a golden light...
"Are you shitting me?" I screeched, leaning over the table in desperation.
"Uh... No,I don't think so..." he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
"I just got evicted!" I positively screamed in excitement. A big grin was fixed to my face.
"And this makes you happy?"
"No!" Still smiling like an idiot.
He caught on. "Oh! Hey, do you need a place to crash?"
"Yes!"
He flashed me a toothy smirk. "Then you've got yourself a place to crash!"
I threw my hands in the air, accidently smacking the busboy in the face. I leapt up and slung my arms around him.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"Wow, you must be pretty desperate for a room," he commented, casting an apologetic look at the waiter, who was rubbing his sore nose.
"More like desperate to get away from my mom," I told him, still grinning like mad.
PIC OF JESSE IN RESULTS!

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