love in the big apple [pafp--bxb--advanced]

Dallas O. Curtis.

I paced around the motel room,biting my lip.I had one hand in my hair,rubbing my head,and the other stuffed in a pocket of my jeans.I was thinking;thinking of what my next masterpiece would be.I was an artist who sold his pieces of art on the streets.That's how I managed to get into a decent motel."Come on,brain.Work!"I said,shouting the last part as I raised my arms tot he ceiling.Sometimes I didn't like to be alone,yet other times I was thankful for my time alone.

At this moment,I just had to get out of this room.

I let a frustrated sigh escape my lips as I grabbed a backpack-in which had sketchbooks,pencils,erasers,charcoal,and all that good stuff-and walked to the door that lead outside the room.I grabbed my sweater from the coat hanger,quickly slipping it on.I wrapped a scarf around my neck,figuring it would be a little chilly.It was Autumn,and I did live in New York City.I had my eyebrows raised just a bit as I pulled the door open and stepped out.I shut the door behind me and locked it,then turned on my heels and walked to the stairs that would lead me to the first floor.

I would rather walk down the few flights of stairs than ride in an elevator.Also,yes,I already have shoes on,if you were wondering.

I chewed on my lip as I jogged down a flight of stairs after another.It took about five flights for me to get to the bottom floor.Well,technically speaking the second,but...You know what I mean.I sighed once more as I finally got to the bottom,and made my way to the doors that lead outside;outside to the bust streets of NYC.I ran a hand through my hair,smiling over at the man at the desk.He smiled back at me,waving a bit.He was a younger guy;about 20,the way he looks.I'm fucking-pardon my French-24 years old.I feel old,but I'm not,really.

I pushed the doors open,putting a small,faint smile on my face.It probably looked sad,but that's how my smiles worked.I'd smile sadly,faintly,or bright and happily.No fake smiles,and no half smiles.Either small and sad,or big and bright.My eyes were either dull,or true and bright.Nothing in between.Sometimes my face was just blank,and I was a stone wall.That's how I looked when I was drawing or painting or something.

I spotted a Starbucks and immediately walked inside.Coffee made me a bit tired,but oh well.I'm practically addicted to it.I shook my head,trying to clear my head of the thoughts buzzing around,only to be unsuccessful.That guy at the desk,this guy sitting over at a table in the coffee shop,what I should draw.

I just rolled my eyes at myself,walking at a fast pace up to the counter."Vanilla latte,please,"I said with that small,sad smile of mine.The girl just nodded,muttering something under her breath as she went to make it.I patiently waited,but tapped my foot on the tiled floor.People always thought I was nervous or anxious or something.But it was just a habit.Something I couldn't help but do.

I said my thank you to the girl with a nod of my head as she handed me the coffee,saying it was on the house.Probably because I was the only one with manners in this place.I gave her ten bucks anyway,telling her to keep it for herself.She just said thank you with wide eyes and a bright smile,and I shrugged.I had more money than I needed,anyway.Not a lot,but enough to get me food,drinks,and a nice place to sleep.

I made my way over to a table,not meaning to sit at the table closest to that beautiful guy.Hey,no homophobia.I do like guys,but that doesn't mean that I'm all...Okay,never mind.I'm practically your stereotypical homosexual.I'm sensitive,sweet,artistic,imaginative-Need I say more?

ooc;;
There is not really a plot to this.You could be anyone,witht eh exception of a girl.No girlies.>-< Anyway,please post a picture/gif of your guy,his name and age[somewhere],and be advanced;three paragraphs or more.Thank you! (:

Lol,of course you can!

Dallas Oliver Curtis.

I sat down in a seat,taking my backpack and setting it on my lap.I unzipped it and took out an almost full sketchbook and a case of pencils and erasers.I zipped the backpack back up and set it on the floor next to the chair I sat in.I took out a pencil and a block eraser,then opened my sketchbook to a clean page.I took glances over at the guy who sat to my left,my pencil making soft strokes across the page as I tried to get every detail about him right.

I chewed on my cheek as I continued to sketch him out,looking away whenever he looked at me.He was too beautiful to not be drawn,and if I didn't then somebody else would.I started to hum silently,tapping my foot on the tiled floor.My chewing went down to my lip,taking glances while he wasn't looking.I felt like a girl for doing this,but it was something I did for every beautiful guy I saw.For every guy that caught my attention,anyway.I'd always give them the drawing after,even though it seemed weird.Actually,I'd fold it and stuff it in their pocket while they weren't looking.They'd probably think it was a girl who drew them,then,even with my first and last initials in the corner.

I did a double take as he spilled his coffee,my eyes going wide a bit at his words.I gulped silently before slowly getting out of my seat.I knew no one else would help him out,because they were all just plain mean."Oh!Uh...Need help?I'll go get some paper towels,"I said a bit quickly,my voice soft and quiet.I turned in the direction of the bathroom,and jogged my way to my destination.Once I was in the bathroom I quickly grabbed some paper towels,smiling a bright smile.Just my luck,ha?He spilled his coffee,which gave me a reason to talk to him.

I made my way out of the bathroom,putting on an expressionless face.I jogged back over to his table and put down the paper towels where the coffee had spilled after picking that damp piece of paper up.It was really hot,but I didn't mind.I was used to heat,especially from a spilled cup of coffee.I usually spilled mine while drawing or something,because I wouldn't be paying attention to where the cup was.I let a soft chuckle escape my lips,quickly leaning over to grab my backpack,sketchbook and pencils and things.I unzipped my backpack and stuffed everything back inside,then zipped it back up.I slung it over my shoulder,smiling softly down at the guy."Um...Mind if I sit here?"I asked,my voice still a soft whisper.