Second Chance
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Adult +
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Second Chance
Warning: This is un-edited as I am still writing it!!
Second Chance
Milo's eyes reflected against the translucent window of the city's public transportation bus. The Toronto transit system was decorated in red and whites and normally always packed regardless of time though late at night's it tended to me a little emptier then usual. He watched the scenes flicker passed from his spot near the bus's back doors, his destination was the city's most visited mall, the Eaton Center. The young street bus was one he loathed more then anything and today made no difference.
He sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool glass. He looked no older then twenty four and could easily pass for anywhere from sixteen to twenty five. He was one of the cities immigrants, having just moved from Europe. He was born and raised in the heart of Berlin, Germany but his fascination with Toronto led to his studies at York University and no he lived in the heart of Toronto. His features where unique for his race, he had the sturdy, high cheek bones and the full pink lips, his skin was a brilliant pink that seemed to glow no matter what. His eyes though set him apart; he was one of the unfortunate people having been blessed with heterochromia. One eye was a deep ocean blue and another bright and playful emerald green. His hair was dyed ebony black. It left one wondering what his birth colour was. He had the broad shoulders and the handsome features of a pure blood German.
He shut his eyes, listening to the monotonous voice list of street after street. Almost there,He thought to himself, he peered out the street once more, his reflection shining back at him, he wore an unusual coloured sweater for a man, the hoodie was a bright, vibrant pink and it made him look younger then he was but it made him seem playful. In his hand was a tiny ipod nano; a 3rd generation in electric blue and a worn shoulder bag sat on his lap. His hand tapping lightly at it, in tune with the song that blared in his ear, leaving just enough silence for him to hear the buses stops as they were called out. He wore a pair of tight fitting dark blue jeans and a studded silver belt. He looked like your classic teenager.
"Younge and Dundas Square" The monotonous voice called out.
Milo gathered his stuff, standing and swaying just a bit on the bus as it came to a stop and he ambled off it, taking a moment to stretch his limbs. The bus ride always proved to be tedious and long. "Should of taken the subway" He murmured to himself, his voice held a thick German accent as he spoke and he just shook his head a bit, clearing it. He looked up, sparing a brief glance to the square on the opposite side. He didn't know what he needed or wanted from Eaton Center but it was instinct that told him to head there. He hefted the shoulder bag higher up on his shoulder, the English textbook he carried lugged him down. Studies down for the day and no work meant he had the night off.
He glanced at his watch and sighed, he couldn't help but noticing he seemed to be sighing a lot. "Four pm." He murmured to himself, shoving open the door to the mall's entrance. He shivered a little as the warmer air from the heated mall met him. It was nearly the middle of February and it was unusually nice outside but he still felt the cold under his skin with the light hoodie he wore. He stepped onto the escalator, making his way down and into the depths of the mall. He frowned as he passed a valentine's display and scoffed at himself for the small pang of pain that went through him. He pursed his lips, a smile gracing his lips as memories from the past entered his mind.
He stared at the display filled with teddy bears and hearts of red and pink and whites. He picked up a teddy bear that held a small fuzzy heart with the words 'I love you' on it and he laughed bitterly. "I'm sure you did" He saidto himself and he set the bear down. Another reason for his disappearance from Berlin had been that. His now ex-lover, he couldn't believe that it even happened, even after nearly a full year. He continued on his way, burying his hands in his pocket, the music playing in his ears was just background now. His mind plagued with images of his ex's smiling face, laughing face, crying face and the times they spent together for four years. He could remember the day as clearly as it was yesterday, walking in on his boyfriend; yes, he was gay, cheating on him. Right there in bed with his dick buried in some women's crotch. Even another guy would have been less hurtful... He thought to himself. He left to run from the past, the pain of it all. He couldn't forgive himself for being incompetent, couldn't forgive his lover for the things he did.
Raising a hand he brushed his ebony hair from his eyes, he'd hoped to make a new start here but here he was, alone, struggling to live off of minimum wage and put himself through university in foreign country. "I can't even forget you and it's been a year;.I hate you" He whispered, he was well aware that the glare he received from a passing stranger was directed at him. Of course they'd think he were insane, who talks to themselves? He gave his head a shake and looked up to see the clothing store ' Stitches' in front of him and he shrugged. "Might as well" He murmured and he grinned, he didn't want to be depressed. He would make the best of this day-starting with some new clothes!
It didn't take Milo long to find what he wanted, he picked out a rather thick emerald zip-up sweater and a new pair of jeans. He was one of those guys who actually enjoyed shopping. Grabbing the item's he headed to check out, not even bothering to change and make sure they fit, he knew his sizes well enough to not have to do that. Maybe I'll go and get a movie or somethingHe thought to himself, he smiled at the cashier, giving her a nod. He noticed the small giggle that escaped her at his nod and he groaned to himself. All girls seemed to find him hot for some reason; he began to wonder if he should be straight. Maybe he should try to date a girl; it was the right thing to do...right? "40.56" She murmured. He nodded his head and producing the cash, he passed it to her. "Keep the change. " He told her, he had no desire to deal with annoying girls and he mentally wanted to slap himself for even thinking about dating a girl. He found that just…revolting though he held nothing against the straight men that did, it just wasn't for him.
He exited the store, bag in hand, looking for the escalator that would take him down a level. He wasn't watching where he was going as per usual for him and he gave a yelp of surprise as his shoulder collided with the very masculine back of a stranger. He stumbled, eyes widening as he realize where the decent of his fall would take him and he struggled to regain his balance. Not good! He thought to himself, tumbling down the escalator would prove fatal. "I don't want to die!" He screamed in his thick accent, making people around pause to stare. "mommy, that boy is scary" He heard from nearby and he blinked, realizing that he wasn't falling and he glanced up, his multi-coloured eyes falling on the stranger he'd bumped into his, his forearm grasped in the man's larger hand.
"Are you alright?" He asked, a trace of amusement laced the stranger's tone as he bought the younger upright.
A blush immediately coloured his cheeks and he nodded once. "Y-yea...;" He stuttered. "Thank you....;" He felt...intimidated by the man, he couldn't peg his nationality his accent had a slight Russian accent to it. He was tall, probably around 6 feet 2 inches Milo noted and muscular but not too much, just enough to tone his body. His hair was a copper-auburn colour and cropped short to his head, his eyes were a delicious looking honey brown. "You sure?" The stranger asked again, bending and picking up the bad Milo had dropped in his panic.
Milo nodded, accepting the bag as it was passed to him but he couldn't help notice how incredibly good looking the man was. He had to look away from him, a tiny smile on his face. So...It seems the only way to forget you is to find someone to indulge in He thought to himself and he faced the man and smiled. "I'm alright just a bit shaken. " He promised voice thick. The stranger gave him a smile. "Well...if you're sure, I'll be on my way then. Be careful" He said and he brushed passed him, Milo watched as he disappeared down the escalator.
He felt a sudden desire to go after him, to call out to him but all he could do was stand there and watch him go, not even knowing his name. "Thank you..." He murmured to himself, he watched as the tall figure disappeared into the crowd and suddenly he felt some sort of odd depression sink over him. He wanted his name-at least his name. He sighed, glancing up. He shook his head; he ignored the impulses to run after him, toying with the tongue ring in his mouth for a moment. He instead, turned and headed for the nearest restaurant where he could sit and work.
Finding a quiet spot he sat down, doodling over the front of his notebook as he sipped his drink. He couldn't concentrate, the man's amused face just kept appearing in his mind. He chuckled to himself. "I sound like a girl." He muttered to himself, arching his brow at the picture he didn't even remember drawing. "Tch" He commented and he ripped it out, tossing it away. "Stupid. I'm stupid" He cursed himself. He leaned forward, placing his chin on the slightly greasy counter of the fast food restaurant. He glowered when he was met with another valentine display and this time, he crumpled a piece of paper and tossed it across from him. "Stupid holiday" He snapped, he was bored, tired and regretting not going after that man but he was probably straight, no man like that could ever play for the same team.
He huffed, wanting something to do. So much for the mall being a distraction He pursed his lips, chewing the tongue ring once more. He had a few other piercing but those weren't for the public eye. He raked his nails across the counter, the black polish shining in the light as he did so. He looked out the window to the artist below and glowered. "Of course...with nice weather you come out and draw. " He huffed, those drawings always irked him, they always seemed to be something he didn't like or know of. Not that it mattered. "What the hell am I doing?" He cursed himself.
Milo heard a movement in front of him and a refreshed drink appeared in front of him. "Sulking on your own it appears." A rather high-pitched, girly voice said. Milo looked across as a young woman; a few years younger took a seat next to him, her chestnut brown hair dyed with streaks of dark red, crystal eyes looking straight at Milo. "It's nice to see you too" She noted and Milo huffed in response.
"Ella, what are you doing here?" He grumbled, looking at the tall brunette next to him.
Second Chance
Milo's eyes reflected against the translucent window of the city's public transportation bus. The Toronto transit system was decorated in red and whites and normally always packed regardless of time though late at night's it tended to me a little emptier then usual. He watched the scenes flicker passed from his spot near the bus's back doors, his destination was the city's most visited mall, the Eaton Center. The young street bus was one he loathed more then anything and today made no difference.
He sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool glass. He looked no older then twenty four and could easily pass for anywhere from sixteen to twenty five. He was one of the cities immigrants, having just moved from Europe. He was born and raised in the heart of Berlin, Germany but his fascination with Toronto led to his studies at York University and no he lived in the heart of Toronto. His features where unique for his race, he had the sturdy, high cheek bones and the full pink lips, his skin was a brilliant pink that seemed to glow no matter what. His eyes though set him apart; he was one of the unfortunate people having been blessed with heterochromia. One eye was a deep ocean blue and another bright and playful emerald green. His hair was dyed ebony black. It left one wondering what his birth colour was. He had the broad shoulders and the handsome features of a pure blood German.
He shut his eyes, listening to the monotonous voice list of street after street. Almost there,He thought to himself, he peered out the street once more, his reflection shining back at him, he wore an unusual coloured sweater for a man, the hoodie was a bright, vibrant pink and it made him look younger then he was but it made him seem playful. In his hand was a tiny ipod nano; a 3rd generation in electric blue and a worn shoulder bag sat on his lap. His hand tapping lightly at it, in tune with the song that blared in his ear, leaving just enough silence for him to hear the buses stops as they were called out. He wore a pair of tight fitting dark blue jeans and a studded silver belt. He looked like your classic teenager.
"Younge and Dundas Square" The monotonous voice called out.
Milo gathered his stuff, standing and swaying just a bit on the bus as it came to a stop and he ambled off it, taking a moment to stretch his limbs. The bus ride always proved to be tedious and long. "Should of taken the subway" He murmured to himself, his voice held a thick German accent as he spoke and he just shook his head a bit, clearing it. He looked up, sparing a brief glance to the square on the opposite side. He didn't know what he needed or wanted from Eaton Center but it was instinct that told him to head there. He hefted the shoulder bag higher up on his shoulder, the English textbook he carried lugged him down. Studies down for the day and no work meant he had the night off.
He glanced at his watch and sighed, he couldn't help but noticing he seemed to be sighing a lot. "Four pm." He murmured to himself, shoving open the door to the mall's entrance. He shivered a little as the warmer air from the heated mall met him. It was nearly the middle of February and it was unusually nice outside but he still felt the cold under his skin with the light hoodie he wore. He stepped onto the escalator, making his way down and into the depths of the mall. He frowned as he passed a valentine's display and scoffed at himself for the small pang of pain that went through him. He pursed his lips, a smile gracing his lips as memories from the past entered his mind.
He stared at the display filled with teddy bears and hearts of red and pink and whites. He picked up a teddy bear that held a small fuzzy heart with the words 'I love you' on it and he laughed bitterly. "I'm sure you did" He saidto himself and he set the bear down. Another reason for his disappearance from Berlin had been that. His now ex-lover, he couldn't believe that it even happened, even after nearly a full year. He continued on his way, burying his hands in his pocket, the music playing in his ears was just background now. His mind plagued with images of his ex's smiling face, laughing face, crying face and the times they spent together for four years. He could remember the day as clearly as it was yesterday, walking in on his boyfriend; yes, he was gay, cheating on him. Right there in bed with his dick buried in some women's crotch. Even another guy would have been less hurtful... He thought to himself. He left to run from the past, the pain of it all. He couldn't forgive himself for being incompetent, couldn't forgive his lover for the things he did.
Raising a hand he brushed his ebony hair from his eyes, he'd hoped to make a new start here but here he was, alone, struggling to live off of minimum wage and put himself through university in foreign country. "I can't even forget you and it's been a year;.I hate you" He whispered, he was well aware that the glare he received from a passing stranger was directed at him. Of course they'd think he were insane, who talks to themselves? He gave his head a shake and looked up to see the clothing store ' Stitches' in front of him and he shrugged. "Might as well" He murmured and he grinned, he didn't want to be depressed. He would make the best of this day-starting with some new clothes!
It didn't take Milo long to find what he wanted, he picked out a rather thick emerald zip-up sweater and a new pair of jeans. He was one of those guys who actually enjoyed shopping. Grabbing the item's he headed to check out, not even bothering to change and make sure they fit, he knew his sizes well enough to not have to do that. Maybe I'll go and get a movie or somethingHe thought to himself, he smiled at the cashier, giving her a nod. He noticed the small giggle that escaped her at his nod and he groaned to himself. All girls seemed to find him hot for some reason; he began to wonder if he should be straight. Maybe he should try to date a girl; it was the right thing to do...right? "40.56" She murmured. He nodded his head and producing the cash, he passed it to her. "Keep the change. " He told her, he had no desire to deal with annoying girls and he mentally wanted to slap himself for even thinking about dating a girl. He found that just…revolting though he held nothing against the straight men that did, it just wasn't for him.
He exited the store, bag in hand, looking for the escalator that would take him down a level. He wasn't watching where he was going as per usual for him and he gave a yelp of surprise as his shoulder collided with the very masculine back of a stranger. He stumbled, eyes widening as he realize where the decent of his fall would take him and he struggled to regain his balance. Not good! He thought to himself, tumbling down the escalator would prove fatal. "I don't want to die!" He screamed in his thick accent, making people around pause to stare. "mommy, that boy is scary" He heard from nearby and he blinked, realizing that he wasn't falling and he glanced up, his multi-coloured eyes falling on the stranger he'd bumped into his, his forearm grasped in the man's larger hand.
"Are you alright?" He asked, a trace of amusement laced the stranger's tone as he bought the younger upright.
A blush immediately coloured his cheeks and he nodded once. "Y-yea...;" He stuttered. "Thank you....;" He felt...intimidated by the man, he couldn't peg his nationality his accent had a slight Russian accent to it. He was tall, probably around 6 feet 2 inches Milo noted and muscular but not too much, just enough to tone his body. His hair was a copper-auburn colour and cropped short to his head, his eyes were a delicious looking honey brown. "You sure?" The stranger asked again, bending and picking up the bad Milo had dropped in his panic.
Milo nodded, accepting the bag as it was passed to him but he couldn't help notice how incredibly good looking the man was. He had to look away from him, a tiny smile on his face. So...It seems the only way to forget you is to find someone to indulge in He thought to himself and he faced the man and smiled. "I'm alright just a bit shaken. " He promised voice thick. The stranger gave him a smile. "Well...if you're sure, I'll be on my way then. Be careful" He said and he brushed passed him, Milo watched as he disappeared down the escalator.
He felt a sudden desire to go after him, to call out to him but all he could do was stand there and watch him go, not even knowing his name. "Thank you..." He murmured to himself, he watched as the tall figure disappeared into the crowd and suddenly he felt some sort of odd depression sink over him. He wanted his name-at least his name. He sighed, glancing up. He shook his head; he ignored the impulses to run after him, toying with the tongue ring in his mouth for a moment. He instead, turned and headed for the nearest restaurant where he could sit and work.
Finding a quiet spot he sat down, doodling over the front of his notebook as he sipped his drink. He couldn't concentrate, the man's amused face just kept appearing in his mind. He chuckled to himself. "I sound like a girl." He muttered to himself, arching his brow at the picture he didn't even remember drawing. "Tch" He commented and he ripped it out, tossing it away. "Stupid. I'm stupid" He cursed himself. He leaned forward, placing his chin on the slightly greasy counter of the fast food restaurant. He glowered when he was met with another valentine display and this time, he crumpled a piece of paper and tossed it across from him. "Stupid holiday" He snapped, he was bored, tired and regretting not going after that man but he was probably straight, no man like that could ever play for the same team.
He huffed, wanting something to do. So much for the mall being a distraction He pursed his lips, chewing the tongue ring once more. He had a few other piercing but those weren't for the public eye. He raked his nails across the counter, the black polish shining in the light as he did so. He looked out the window to the artist below and glowered. "Of course...with nice weather you come out and draw. " He huffed, those drawings always irked him, they always seemed to be something he didn't like or know of. Not that it mattered. "What the hell am I doing?" He cursed himself.
Milo heard a movement in front of him and a refreshed drink appeared in front of him. "Sulking on your own it appears." A rather high-pitched, girly voice said. Milo looked across as a young woman; a few years younger took a seat next to him, her chestnut brown hair dyed with streaks of dark red, crystal eyes looking straight at Milo. "It's nice to see you too" She noted and Milo huffed in response.
"Ella, what are you doing here?" He grumbled, looking at the tall brunette next to him.