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Those Worse Off Than You
Part 73
"Hey Ace, what do you want to do with your life," I asked curiously.
"I don't know. Whatever. Not sure yet."
"Well, you've got to have an idea."
"Nah," he looked off in the distance before turning back to me in a swift, angelic motion. "I'm more of a 'living on the moment' type of guy. It'll come to me yet." He smiled.
I giggled.
I really hadn't noticed just how handsome Ace really was. He was tall and slender; not muscular, but skinny. He had soft facial features, but a statue-type bone structure: kind of high cheekbones. He had beautiful, almost frightening eyes... almost as if he were blind, but more crystal clear and pale, full lips, set almost in a purse as he smirked mischeiviously. He spend more time and effort on his hair than any girl I had ever known. It was shiny and dark, softly flowing along the sides of his face, almost down to his chin.
"What about you," he asked.
I shook my head. "What?"
"What do you want to do with your life?"
"I just... want to do something origional. Something unique and creative. I want to rasie a nice family. I want to be like my parents. They really are good parents."
He looked down as his eyes clouded over and the mischeivious smirk changed to a scowl.
"What's wrong?"
He was quiet. It was about family. I already knew that. "I... don't know," he paused. "Do you... do you think I'll be a good parent?"
"Ace- of course you will. You're not like your dad. You'll be a good parent- or course you will. You're caring and kind, and generous. Your kids will love you. You'll be the favourite parent."
He smiled a bit. "You sure know a lot about me, don't you?"
"I guess so. I've never thought of it..." I blushed and looked at my shoes, lightly blowing back and forth as I started pumping my legs to go higher towards the sky.
"I don't know. Whatever. Not sure yet."
"Well, you've got to have an idea."
"Nah," he looked off in the distance before turning back to me in a swift, angelic motion. "I'm more of a 'living on the moment' type of guy. It'll come to me yet." He smiled.
I giggled.
I really hadn't noticed just how handsome Ace really was. He was tall and slender; not muscular, but skinny. He had soft facial features, but a statue-type bone structure: kind of high cheekbones. He had beautiful, almost frightening eyes... almost as if he were blind, but more crystal clear and pale, full lips, set almost in a purse as he smirked mischeiviously. He spend more time and effort on his hair than any girl I had ever known. It was shiny and dark, softly flowing along the sides of his face, almost down to his chin.
"What about you," he asked.
I shook my head. "What?"
"What do you want to do with your life?"
"I just... want to do something origional. Something unique and creative. I want to rasie a nice family. I want to be like my parents. They really are good parents."
He looked down as his eyes clouded over and the mischeivious smirk changed to a scowl.
"What's wrong?"
He was quiet. It was about family. I already knew that. "I... don't know," he paused. "Do you... do you think I'll be a good parent?"
"Ace- of course you will. You're not like your dad. You'll be a good parent- or course you will. You're caring and kind, and generous. Your kids will love you. You'll be the favourite parent."
He smiled a bit. "You sure know a lot about me, don't you?"
"I guess so. I've never thought of it..." I blushed and looked at my shoes, lightly blowing back and forth as I started pumping my legs to go higher towards the sky.