"Your eyes…" Hakeem muttered, loud enough for him to be heard by Anderson. Anderson's heart quickened as he got more lost in those gray plates, he got to see a peak of his hair because he wasn't covering it as usual with a hoodie like last time, they were the darkest black shades which really complimented his gray shades of his soul's window.
"What's with them?" Anderson asked, as his heart rate slowly increased.
"Are they stuck or something?," Hakeem asked, a little smirk gracing his features as he finally was able to draw a different reaction out of him other than using his powers. Anderson groaned in return and left him by the door to find his way into the big house but he still stood there, he knew he couldn't come in, not until he was invited into the house so he stayed put where he was.
"Who was at the door??," Darla asked Anderson who had gone back to the PlayStation he was busy with playinh solo while the other were busy with things he couldn't give two fucks about.
"The new drummer guy, I opened the door for him but seemed like he's having a hard time finding the door since his hair is always in his face," Anderson made sure to yell the last part out so as to make sure that Hakeem heard him.
"Jesus Anderson…" Darla hissed at his really loud voice.
"His name is Hakeem by the way and he's really hot so don't screw this up, good looks is one of the things that helps promote our band so don't screw it up," Darla said smacking him on his shoulder before he got to revenge, she grabbed his gamepad.
"So I'm not hot huh?," Anderson asked, or though he was partly distracted from the game he was playing.
"You are…" Darla said, looking at his almost blond hair that was already getting long enough to fall into his eyes. He had a strong jawline and a magnificent nose which gave him a very hot side view. For a second, he looked away from his game to look at her and smile a bit and it didn't do any good to her heart.
"Not as good as his though," Darla added in panic, making it look obvious it would be a great mistake on her path.
"Darla…." Anderson said in a warning tone as he sighed before standing up to face her on the other side of the sofa.
"How do you want your hide in the sun?," Anderson asked with an amber glint in his eyes, he doesn't play with his games and he got important things to do like beating Chris's top tier point and beating Chris top tier point, very important t.
"Thicc...they won't be able to handle that much exposure, they might make love to my hide" Darla said trying to be funny and witty but it didn't work because the cringed out look on his face definitely said otherwise for her.
"Please, you are the mature boring one here, don't try to take on someone else's role please, I almost threw up trying to imagine that," Anderson said, still shaking from her cringe comment. Darla got worked up about what he said, maybe that's why he didn't seem to have any interest in her at all because wasn't funny enough for him or she wasn't witty enough,
Anderson worked back to the door to let the drummer boy in, which surprised him that he was still there, standing exactly where he left him outside right in front of the opened door.
"Hey new drummer boy, you gonna come inside or what?," Anderson asked, looking at him as he didn't even respond to what he said.
"Hey…" Anderson called out again but this time, louder than this time, he waited for his answer but again he didn't bodge, instead he kept staring into his phone like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. Anderson walked towards him tapping his shoulder, and that's when he realized how tall he was because they were both about the same height only now that they were closer, he could see his pasty skin and thick black eyebrows and he caught a fresh tropical fruit scent from either his perfume or his shampoo, the scent enveloped him completely as he wasn't able to escape.
"Merde!!(shit!!...)," Hakeem cursed as he saw Anderson standing right in front of him, he looked like he was sniffing him which was weird and slightly made him worry if he smelled bad.
"French??," Anderson asked, stepping back.
"Thought it was definitely and Clearly English but whatever rocks your boat bro," Hakeem responded in a bored tone.
"Do you do this to all of your guests?," Hakeem asked him in confusion.
"Do what?," Anderson asked.
"Sniff them like that while you leave them outside your house rudely," Hakeem answered.
"Drummer boy just get the fuck in," Anderson said walking back into the house as he had nothing more to say against that doesn't look like he's trying to defend himself. But Hakeem still didn't still leave where he was standing.
"Oh my fucking Christ…" Anderson growled at the whole situation which was vexing him already.
"What is it for God sake, why wouldn't you just come in, why are you being so problematic?," Anderson said, frowning at him.
"Frustration looks good on you boss," Hakeem mocked him further, making his blood boil even more.
"Drummer boy…" Anderson started to threaten him how he could make his life make hell look a little bit better then hell before he got interrupted by Hakeem stopping him from talking by moving his index finger side to side.
"Tch...Names shouldn't be that hard for you, I mean if you sniff around, recognizing and recalling names shouldn't be that hard for you now should it?," Hakeem smirked at him evilly.
"It's Hakeem and I'm choosing to not call you that because you are just a royal pain in the ass," Anderson growled back. Now this stranger didn't know him but if he called him dog one more fucking time, he was going to make sure pieces of his body were going ti be shredded and lost in the sea.
"Well at least you know how to bend over, good bingo qualities, and if you ever get picked of the street into a dog shelter, you would clear up before day end and trust me, that's a compliment," Hakeem said smiling evilly at him, manipulating people has to still be one of his favorite hobbies.
Anderson lost it at the call of bingo and rushed to meet Hakeem outside who still stood calmly….