Every car that passed, every noise in the bushes, every rustle of leaves. Justin looked over his shoulder, it's been 8 years since his father tried to kill him, and he was still out in the free world. Somewhere. Somewhere Justin hoped he will never be.
After the disaster, everyone heard about what happened to him on the news. His school let him graduate early, and he decided to go to college, surprised that his college fund was never touched. He went to college, and majored in medicine, he always wanted to become a doctor, to have people need his help. Helping people was a fulfillment that filled that void in his life. He lived in a 4 bedroom ranch styled house. He knows he wants to have a family, but living in a house that big just shows how lonely he really is.
Having his father try to kill him took a tole on his life. At first he was bubbly, always smiling, having fun type of person. Now he's more quiet and timid. Shy and only speaks when spoken to. He tries to go and have fun, but he's too afraid. He already thinks he sees his father everywhere. Going out won't help that.
One afternoon while he was at the Wal-Mart, stocking up on supplies because a nasty storm was coming to Arizona soon, and he wanted to be prepared for it. Forgetting to get a basket on his way in, he had a combination of things in his hands, him already being the klutz he is. He ran right into someone. He dropped all of the supplies, and hurriedly picked them up. The man he ran into went down to help him pick up his items, and their hands brushed against one another. He looked up to see pale green eyes. His heart jumped into his throat, they looked haunted, they had a black rim around the iris itself and vivid reddish-orange around the pupil. Within the iris it seems to be a balance of gold and lighter-brown rays. Orange around the pupil. They were beautiful. He wanted to apologize but couldn't find the words. So he took 3 deep breaths, and finally found his voice.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, and I left my glasses at home." Way to go nerd he thought. They both stood up at the same time and he finally got a look at the man he ran into. He has long dark silky hair that was in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Full pink lips, and long dark lashed framed his eyes. He had a surfer's body; I'm 5'7 so he's a good 6'4. The stranger raises his eye brow from all of the staring. Justin finally snaps out of it and blushes. And the stranger finally speaks.
"It's okay. I enjoyed it." Justin's eyes widened and he blushed a deep red. "My names Garrick." He stuck his hand out and Justin took it.
"And I'm Justin." The simple touch to Justin by surprise, and he calmly took his hand back. Hoping Garrick didn't notice his nervousness. He did.
"So getting prepared for the storm I see." Garrick said. Justin nodded. He was tired of seeing beautiful men and not having the balls and put his foot down and take charge of a moment.
"Well yeah, and I'm making dinner tonight as well. Would you like to come over? So I could formally apologize for running into you." Justin waited for his response. Garrick smiled and nodded, and followed Justin to the checkout line. The entire walk to Justin's, they were silent, but Garrick couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He finally was in good light to actually see Justin. He had curly red hair, and his eyes were a cloudy, muted shade of gray, and he had light freckles on his cheeks. With a very noticeable scar going diagonal across his lips. He was the most beautiful thing Garrick has ever seen, and he knew he had to have him. It was something about him that just drew him to him.
'Your mine Justin.' He thought to himself. When they finally got to Justin's car he wanted to kiss him but didn't press his luck.
"If you go down Flint Road, and make a right and go all the way down my house is on the right 1837. Come around 7, there's a little cleaning I need to do." Justin said not looking at Garrick in the eye. He already had the balls to ask him, he didn't think looking him in the eye would spark any confidence; it would only make him blush. Garrick lifted Justin's chin, and looked him in the eyes and smiled. Justin knees went weak and Garrick caught him. He whispered in Justin's ear. "I can't wait to taste" he paused, "Your cooking." Justin gulped and just nodded. Garrick had a satisfied smile on his face. He stepped back from Justin and the look on Justin faced made him laugh loudly. He looked flushed and his whole face was red. "Well see you later Justin." With that he winked and walked away.
Justin stood there for a minute trying to wrap his head around the feeling he was feeling. He couldn't like a man whose last name was still unknown. Or know what he didn't for a living. Or anything he liked. All he knew was that the feelings he felt were intense.
On his way home all Garrick could think about was Justin. He just met him and he already feels though he knows him. Looking into his eyes was like a passage to his soul. Tonight he wouldn't make a sexual move, or at least he would try not to. He wanted Justin as more, since the first time in years something woke up in Garrick, something he thought died a long time ago.
Justin hurriedly cleaned the house. Even though it just turned 6 he wanted his house to be perfect when Garrick got there. He longed for someone to come in his life; they've only known each other for a good hour or so, but looking into his eyes made him feel that he knew him his whole life. He couldn't blow this.
