could really use a wish right now [bazley]

Bazley had decided to go to the bookstore today because he needed some new horror novels. He was woefully low on good ones, and he had set out to mend that issue. He had come in and immediately headed to the horror, thriller, and suspense section. After a small while of perusing the shelves, he saw one book on display, and he realised that it was the new Stephen King novel he had been waiting for. He reaches for the book, and then suddenly, his hand brushes against another male's, who had been doing the same thing.

The male looks young, sweet and innocent and cute as well. The boy stammers out an apology, and Bazley worries that he had noticed the temperature of his skin. All firetamers have the temperature of a high fever commonly, since fire quite literally runs in their veins. After a moment, he realises that he's been simply looking at this boy, silently and with his hand still slightly outstretched. He shoves it in his pocket, blushing and looking away from the boy's eyes. "It's not your fault. I wasn't paying attention. I apologise for startling you."

Bazley flicks his hair out of his face, looking into the boy's eyes once again and realising they're a different colour when they aren't in his shadow. Silently, he makes a list in his head of all the colours this boy seems to have with each passing second:

• blue
  
• bright green
  
• hazel
  
• golden brown
  

Then, Bazley realises he is doing it again, staring and not speaking, and he clears his throat. "Hey, sorry, I just... You have beautiful eyes. They're captivating. My name's Bazley, by the way." He says, smiling a little shyly at this seemingly naïve and sweet boy. He would reach out his hand to shake the boy's, but the temperature thing holds him back from doing it since he has no idea if the boy knows about supernaturals or not, and he isn't going to take the risk. "So, you like Stephen King?"

Bazley smiles. "Elmo?" He repeats, his cheeks reddening slightly because if that isn't the cutest name I've ever heard, I'm not a firetamer. "That's a cute name. What's the story behind it, if you don't mind me asking?"

At Elmo's words, Bazley . "I love all of Stephen King's works. I hadn't realised his new book was out yet. If you're looking for some good horror novels, I have a lot at home. Um, we could meet at a coffee shop or you could come over to my place and you could borrow some. If you don't want to, I completely understand. I wouldn't like to be invited to a stranger's home, either. But I swear I'm not a creep."

Bazley thinks for a few small moments, doing his best to distract himself from the boy's appealing blush and sweet eyes. He's totally underage. He reminds himself, and then says, "Tell you what. I am going to give you my number and my address, and then I'm going to buy this book and go home to read it. So, if you want to read it or look through my books, feel free to call me or come by, and you'll be welcome there. You seem trustworthy, so I'm not too worried about you stealing anything."

Bazley to the boy, blushing slightly and then taking the book. He fishes around in his pocket for paper and a pen, finding a torn-off sliver of a favourite song of his and crossing that out, writing his full name, number and address neatly on the paper and handing it to Elmo. He then walks up to the check out counter, getting the book rung up and smiling politely at the cashier. Once he's finished, he turns and flashes a smile to the boy, waving and leaving the store.