Hi. This was written for the 'Fabulous Pickup Line Lounge Challenge'. Hope you enjoy it!
Leo: This week a mysterious stranger dressed in green, will enter your life when you least expect it. You won't stand a chance against this charmer. Could it be love for this lucky Leo?
I grinned to myself as I set down the newspaper. It was about time. After reading my horoscope religiously for the past month and a half, today was the first time it had ever mentioned a mysterious stranger entering my life.
I knew people thought I was insane for placing so much importance on my horoscopes. After all, they were no doubt written by some weird cat-lady and picked out of a hat each morning. Nevertheless, I believed that a little faith never hurt anyone.
My roommate Jane entered the room with her hands on her hips. She was one of my best friends and I loved her dearly however sometimes she tended to be a little narrow-minded.
"Please tell me you're not reading your horoscope, Lizzie" she sighed in frustration.
I nodded meekly. For some reason, she had a deep hatred for anything remotely 'new age'. You just had to mention 'feng shui' and she would run a mile.
"I don't understand why you hate it so much?" I asked in confusion. She scowled and I mentally slapped myself. It was always the same old argument, neither side would win.
"Because," she snapped, "There is no truth in it at all. There's no science behind it. Horoscopes and those 'Power of Believing' books are intended for people who are too stupid to think for themselves."
"Surely you don't believe everything has to be science based. What about fate? What about karma?" I asked.
Jane scoffed but seeing my face drop, softened her expression. She placed a sympathetic hand on my shoulder.
"Look Lizzie. You've got to pull your head down from the clouds. You make your own way in this world. Three sentences written in the local newspaper do not define your day. Just as there's no such thing as fate or karma. The earlier you realise this, the better it will be for the both of us."
It was my turn to scowl. There was no reasoning with her. She was just so cynical.
"I suppose you don't believe in love at first sight then?" I grumbled.
Jane quickly shook her head.
"Love is something that needs to be worked on. You can't just make eye contact with someone from across the room and know they're the one for you. It's preposterous."
I hung my head in defeat. I don't know why I even bothered so much.
She turned to leave.
"C'mon Lizzie, forget that rubbish. We're meeting Jordan and Peta in an hour."
Jane and I entered the pub a little over an hour later. I immediately spotted Jordan and Peta's table by Peta's vivid red hair. We made our way over to their table and took a seat.
"Oh my goodness," Peta exclaimed excitedly, "You will not believe the band that is playing right now. They are seriously awesome," she gushed.
I caste my eyes towards the stage. It was intermission and the band members were all sitting around drinking out of bottles of water. There were four of them in the circle, all male and around the same age.
"What are they called," I asked Peta interestedly. Jordan and Jane had left to get us drinks so the two of us sat alone.
"Four plus one," she replied. I was confused. What an odd name for a four pieced band.
"There's another guy. I think he's in the toilet," Peta explained, sensing my confusion.
I nodded. That explained alot. I turned my attention back towards the band. They had all hopped back onto the stage and had begun to set up for their next set.
A toilet door close to the stage opened and a figure emerged. My breath caught when I saw him. He was gorgeous. His hair was a dark midnight and sat atop his head in a curly afro. His coffee coloured skin glistened under the spotlights. He was wearing a pair of fitted black jeans and to my absolute delight, a fluorescent green polo shirt.
Hah. Who said horoscopes weren't reliable?
I slammed my hands down hard on the table in triumph. So hard in fact, that my hand began to throb. I think I had just broken my finger. Peta looked over in surprise.
"Are you ok?" she asked. My reply was interrupted by the arrival of Jordan and Jane with our drinks. The three of them began an animated conversation over drink prices or something to that effect. I was too busy ogling Mr Green Shirt to take much notice.
He had seated himself behind the drum kit and had begun fiddling with one of the drums. I watched as he worked, his mouth slightly curved in frustration. One of the other band members spoke to him and he looked up and grinned, displaying a straight set of pearly whites. Suddenly he stood and walked off the stage. I watched as he began to make his way over to the bar.
"I'm going to get some ice from the bar," I quickly murmured.
I sprung from my chair and walked towards the bar. I quickly fell into step behind him.
We both reached the bar at the same time. I took my place several metres away from him.
I wasn't that much of a stalker.
"Can I have some ice in a bag please?" I asked the barkeeper, holding up my hand and indicating towards the bruise that was already forming. I saw Mr Green Shirt look over at me in interest. I shot him a dazzling smile and he grinned back.
"That's quite a bruise you've got there," he remarked, motioning towards my hand. "Here, let me take a look".
Before I could protest, he'd taken a hold of my arm and had pulled it gently towards himself. His hands were warm and soft as he began to poke and prod my palm.
"Aren't you from the band?" I asked sceptically. I didn't mean to be rude but I had doubts about the healing skills of a drummer.
"That's only for a bit of fun," he explained, "Normally I'm a full time med student".
"Oh, ok," I commented in surprise. The whole hand examination was making sense now.
"I'm Lizzie by the way," I said.
"Darcy," he replied. He gently let my hand go and turned to face me.
"So what's the prognosis Dr Darcy?" I teased, "Am I going to survive?"
"Nothing that a few hours of ice won't fix."
Suddenly there was a shout from across the room. We both looked up and I saw one of the other band members signalling for Darcy to return to the stage.
"Oh, I have to go now," he remarked.
Before he left, he pulled out his mobile phone. He began fiddling with it, while I stood awkwardly watching. His brow furrowed as he tapped a few keys.
"Oh crap! There's something wrong with my phone," he muttered in frustration.
"Oh really? What's that?" I asked stupidly. What was I going to do? I didn't know a thing about phones.
"Yeah, it seems your number isn't in it," he replied cheekily.
"I suppose I should give you my number. You know, in case I ever want to sue you for malpractice," I joked. I took the phone he was offering me and typed in my number before handing it back.
"Ok, now I really have to go," he said. "But you'll stick around for the show won't you?" he asked.
"You betcha," I replied.
With one last grin he walked off. I watched him go, his bushy hair bouncing as he went.
I smiled to myself as I thanked the barkeeper for the bag of ice.
It seemed my horoscope was right after all.
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