Need just a smile (Closed to Northwoman)

The morning sun did lots of people good. The bright yellow ball of light that shone over the district, it wakes people up. It also wakes them up and reminds them of how horrible their life is when woken up. Lance could not take anymore terrible news which had put him in a pissy mood. The usual smirk on his face was replaced with a growl that he would throw at anyone that looked at him as he sat up from the uncomfortable sleep outside.

I have to give a pregnant lady my bed and my girlfriend does not even know!? The problems in his life seemed to add up quickly just because he met his ex-girlfriend who he had slept with before and now the baby. How could it get any worst? As he moved upwards from his make shift bed of a piece of log and extra blanket, he look like a wet cat. With the growl on his face and matted hair, it took a few combs with his hands to at less calm it down.

And guess what I have to do? Oh ya head to the hob just so I can get a meal because she had to eat all my food. If the girl was not pregnant he would throw out, just pick her up and toss her out. Unlike a gentlemen that he usually could be but all he wanted now was his at least a little bit soft bed and his other paper thin blanket to keep the bugs off him.

As he went along the street, he could not help but spy at people. The people that rise early like him and stay up for longer then they have too. Girls with long hair and short hair with no bump in their belly. Elders with a lack of teeth and very skinny. His eyes caught sight of a girl who was about to walk into her just in time as he stopped suddenly and watched the girl peer up at him. Oh great, is she going to say she is my ex and now she’s pregnant?

With his mind occupy he barley heard the girl, Lexi stutter out her name and a greeting. Should he stay? I have things to do, like moving her out of the way. He took another look at her matted hair and shy looks and threw that idea in the mental trashcan. “I’m Lance,” He gave her his hand and shook slowly, taking it back it quickly. “I’m sorry I won’t be able to talk about it, I have some problems in my life that I just want to get rid of.” He found himself telling her more then he expected. At least this girl is not pregnant.

Bad post, sorry.

What could be better? Being alone or talking to a random stranger met on the street. The second choice was better, he just needed to get it out. Even though he was horrible getting things off his chest, it was needed to be told. But not into much detail, none at all.

"Yes, I do want to talk about it. Everything is just not going my way. You know why? I find out my ex is pregeant. I am going to take care of the baby but I don't want anything to do with her. Yes, I don't, but I am not cruel! So don't you even think that. But I want to keep a steady life with my new girlfriend, one that would not run away from me after I kissed them. Now please tell me how you can help? You can not help no one can!" His voice was mixed with rage and sadness but quickly went down the sadness as he covered his face.