Hamza Walker vs. Life

Hey guys, I recently watched Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, and I found it a really great movie. So I decided to check out the comics, and they turned out pretty good too. And that really inspired me to write a story which is pretty much based on the series mentioned above, and well, here it is: (Also, I'll be updating the story on this post, so if you're interested, stay posted! :P )

What Hamza would’ve given to get off that bus in which she sat. His desire for her was stronger than his lust for life. She was the epitome of perfection, her beauty radiated pulses of shock that stopped him in his tracks a mile away. Yet Hamza was afraid. He was more afraid of her than anything else in the world. He could not speak to her, he could not meet her gaze, and most of all he feared her eyes. They seemed at first a warm, comforting light brown color, but they could soon become a sharp fiery leer.

Hamza quickly moved his gaze away from her, if she saw him staring, she would give him a smile that would stop his heart pumping. He would melt into a puddle of fear, anxiety, and confusion. He seemed to want her, but she was something extraordinary, and that put Hamza in a state of hesitation and frustration. He was glad that no other guy had dared to try his chances with her, yet he himself resented the fact that he could not do anything either. For now he would just wait and think; he told himself.

A few minutes later Hamza got off the bus at his stop, a few blocks away from his apartment. He walked briskly through the harsh winter wind of Toronto, trying to escape both the weather and his cowardice.

“Hamza! Where ya goin?” Hamza looked up and saw his roommate Wilson dangling his head out the window with a huge grin on his face. Hamza had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he missed the door to his apartment building. He slowly went back and then ran up the stairs to the 4^th floor where his apartment was.

“Not again Wilson, I’m kind of busy right now, and definitely not in the mood,” said Hamza angrily.

“Ooh, somebody’s being a big sourpuss today,” Wilson sarcastically replied. “Just chill dude, we’ll stay in the living room, we won’t be bothering your nerdy little head.”

“You better not,” Hamza said threateningly. This was the third day in a row Wilson had brought over his stupid friends over to their place to mess around and smoke. It had been a little weird the first day, but Hamza went along with it quietly. But now it was getting irritating, and Hamza didn’t want this to become a habit. He would talk with Wilson later.

He sighed and then threw his bag on the bed. Slumped in his armchair he fell asleep thinking of the confusing events that had occurred the past month.

Hamza snapped his eyes open. It was dark all around him, and everything was still and quiet besides the occasional sound of a car passing by on the street. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and then took a look at his clock. It was 3:30 am, and by the looks of the living room, Wilson’s friends had a great time ruining the apartment.