“That night something was going to happen, something unexpected”
The first series of the story about Mark Crystalheart you can find here.
…Days had nothing else to do, but elapse one after another. For a blink of an eye, October came and within these carelessly passing days, Mark had already organised his new life, within these days something else was happening, too – he kept seeing that strange blond guy as if he had become Mark’s shadow now. But Mark was a naïve boy, he would never suspect that he was pursued by him. For him, it was just a coincidence, he believed that the world is quite a small place, anyway. From the moment he had come to the capital, Mark kept on leading a vertiginously dynamic lifestyle, he barely was getting home. Instead, you could see him crisscrossing city’s streets and avenues always with a smiling and laughing company. He simply loved to make people happy and he had his magic way to do that. He had always had a dream for when he would come to the capital, and now it was time for that dream to come true.
He was planning to invite some friends and have a crazy night in a gay club. The night was surely going to be crazy, but not in the manner Mark expected. With dark’s falling over the city, the young and excited Crystalheart was experiencing some great problems with his wardrobe, this night was meant to be very important for him because it was going to be his introductory night to the gay community of this vast city, hence, he had to be unrepeatable. He would never notice that he was, anyway, and he didn’t need any expensive suits, his green eyes were enough.
The watch hit 11:30 pm, this was a sign for him to hit club’s road. There he and his friends gathered and entered. Inside Mark saw nothing interesting at first glance, he kept looking around, he could never help his curious nature, willing to see everyone and everything.
“What the…?! He is here, he is a gay!” – Shouted Mark all of a sudden, his friends didn’t get anything, they went on drinking. It was that blond boy. Actually, this boy was the perfect one according to Mark’s taste for boys. He was blond, Mark loved blond boys, he was slightly muscular and tall… Mark adored this type of boys. But what if he was his type, Mark would never take the first step, that was his Diva side. Now Mr. Crystalheart, like his new colleagues called him, after draining another glass of vodka, decided to get out and lit a cigarette.
His friends didn’t want to follow him out, neither he demanded. After a minute – two, his stalker was there, too. He asked for a cigarette, Mark by difficulty got his cigarettes out of his pocket and passed him. Then the boy offered his hand with a smile “Hey, I’m Antoan!”. There was no reaction. Antoan shouted: “What is wrong with you, can’t you see that I’m desperately stalking you. I like you, damn it…” In Mark’s head only one thought was running now “God…Even anger stays good on his handsome face” then Mark turned around and whispered…
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To be continued…