KingoftheSands
Moon
- Joined
- May 24, 2009
He had no idea.
Absolutely none. He had no idea of what his life would become. There was little in the way of the world to tell him. His future, according to himself, was outlined already. In two years, he'd finish his undergraduate degree, go to medical school. In between that and becoming a doctor, he might get married. If he had time. . . Time was a slippery thing to Jack Bode.
In that in it kept slipping away.
But he didn't, couldn't know what would happen to him, his life.
He never would expect it.
Fate had decided to screw with him.
And it had a very sick sense of humor.
He was single at the time despite his thin, aristocratic face, pale skin and dark hair. His eyes, however, were the real lure. Storm gray and striking under dark eyebrows, they made him handsome. He was, unfortunately, deemed 'nice' by every girl he met but never in a romantic sense. He'd had one relationship and that had fizzled because he had no idea how to act and he was too nervous to try. They remained friends. All Jack had were friends. . . And a stalker. The stalker was nothing to worry about; she was harmless, so far.
Right now, Jack was walking home after a lonely dinner, pondering that he could have asked his stalker out. It would be a change from the loneliness and she was pretty. But he hadn't the energy at the time and it was difficult to say when he would.
But the loneliness had its charm. No one to report to, no one really expecting things. . . The freedom to lead his life. . .
Absolutely none. He had no idea of what his life would become. There was little in the way of the world to tell him. His future, according to himself, was outlined already. In two years, he'd finish his undergraduate degree, go to medical school. In between that and becoming a doctor, he might get married. If he had time. . . Time was a slippery thing to Jack Bode.
In that in it kept slipping away.
But he didn't, couldn't know what would happen to him, his life.
He never would expect it.
Fate had decided to screw with him.
And it had a very sick sense of humor.
He was single at the time despite his thin, aristocratic face, pale skin and dark hair. His eyes, however, were the real lure. Storm gray and striking under dark eyebrows, they made him handsome. He was, unfortunately, deemed 'nice' by every girl he met but never in a romantic sense. He'd had one relationship and that had fizzled because he had no idea how to act and he was too nervous to try. They remained friends. All Jack had were friends. . . And a stalker. The stalker was nothing to worry about; she was harmless, so far.
Right now, Jack was walking home after a lonely dinner, pondering that he could have asked his stalker out. It would be a change from the loneliness and she was pretty. But he hadn't the energy at the time and it was difficult to say when he would.
But the loneliness had its charm. No one to report to, no one really expecting things. . . The freedom to lead his life. . .