Thread: The Paper boy and the Princess |Angelic And Banshee|

Heinne had rushed to his bosses office, filling out the 'trustworthy agreement' before receiving his pay. He only rushed to get out of there and to his family. He wanted his free time too. It took him a long time to run all the way back across town and to his home but he managed to get there in less then a half hour. He gasped as he moved inside the poorly structured woodpile of a home. The whole house was just one large room. Once you stepped through the creaky door you could see everyone that was inside. He smiled at his mother who was sleeping on the only bed they had before looking over to his dad who was, as usual, sitting at the old table, his head in his hands. Vati. Ich habe das Geld. He spoke in his tongue. His dad knew only enough English to get him from point A to point B. His mother knew no English and he knew the whole dictionary as best as he could. He moved over, placing the money on the counter and giving his old man a pat on the shoulder. Don't worry dad, I'll find a better job as quick as possible. Then I can get Mum to a hospital. he said, sighing and looking over his shoulder at his mom. Just seeing his dad in his state of depression and his mom dying in the bed made him give up the plans of messing around in the town and to find a job. If he was lucky, it would pay good. Deciding it'd be best to not bug his dad, Heinne moved out the door after saying a 'see you later' and 'be back for dinner.' He moved swiftly back into the town in fifteen minutes, his sky blue eyes lootle for any help wanted signs or anything that looked like they needed to hire. He'd need a job first of all with something he was good at, like helping people, or farming. He hadn't found any special talent yet so he was going to try his best and find it. He checked a few places but they either shoo'd him out or said they didn't want anything to do with Germans. He frowned. What had he done or what was possibly wrong with him? Sighing, almost about to give up, he moved over to a bench and sat down, running a hand through his hair. This wasn't going to be easy. It would take a very big miracle for him to find a job. It was almost like he had holy vision when he looked back up to see Bianca sitting in the salon. His eyes widened and he instantly got up, forgetting about his stress. Well, most of it at the least. He stayed where he was, admiring her from a distance. He smiled sweetly and slipped his hands into his pockets as he watched her getting primped up. She's just... so beautiful. Like an angel has been dropped down from God. He said with a day dreamers sigh. I would do anything for her.... he murmured. Miss Lov'ly Bianca. Hey you poor trash! Get out of the way! Your blocking the sidewalk! A old lady screeched. Heinne jumped and looked over. Oh! Mrs. Conners. Sorry about that. he said, moving out of the way for Mrs. Conners to pass. He watched her for a moment, hearing her growls and curses, before looking at the sidewalk. Did he really look like trash? Sure he was poor but he had nice looking clothes on and a good enough to pass as at least the bit of handsome. Or at least he was in Germany. Now he was just getting plain homesick. The only thing keeping him here was the lovely lady in the salon.