Cherry Flavored Conversations | h.s.

Chapter One

I placed the cherry-flavored Twizzlers in my mouth, swinging my legs slowly against the side of the building. Today was a terrible day, I lost my job and on top of that, it was my best friend who fired me. It's safe to say she was no longer my best friend.

I was contemplating jumping down the ten-story building when I heard the door that led to the roof open. My head snapped to see who the intruder was and I saw a tall figure. He had wild chocolate curls that reached the nape of his neck, plump strawberry-colored lips that stretched into a soft smile, and in his hand was cherry-flavored coca-cola. But that wasn't the most intriguing part of him, it was his eyes. They were a beautiful emerald green that shone brightly against the dark night sky and contrasted with his pale skin. 

"Are you gonna keep staring, love?" He asked, with a smug grin. And when he spoke it was like an angel had come down to Earth and sang a beautiful melody in my ear. He had a deep, slow voice and its defining property was his accent. A strong British accent signifying that he wasn't from around here.

I cleared my throat, "Sorry," My cheeks felt hot and I was sure that they looked like a fire truck decided to throw up all over my face.

"Are you about to jump right now?" He said, walking briskly towards me.

"Yes, no! I mean no, I'm not," I stuttered.

"You sure?" He asked, his eyebrows creased in worry.

"Mhm, I just like to sit here sometimes," I told him.

"Okay," It was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, "Mind if I join you?"

I shook my head and he silently sat next to me as his feet swung slowly against the brick.

"I'm Harry," He said. Harry, even his name sounded angelic. "Are you gonna tell me yours?" He had a grin on his face and for the first time, I realized he had dimples. How could a person be so perfect?

"I'm Lorelei," I finally told him, snapping my eyes away from the gorgeous indentation on his cheek.

"Lorelei," He said, softly the word rolling on his tongue like he was trying to get used to it, "That's a gorgeous name,"

I blushed, "Thanks,"

"So, Lorelei, what are you doing on the roof on a Friday evening while eating-" He checked the packet of my Twizzlers, "Cherry Twizzlers?"

"I lost my job," I said, quietly. I told him how my best friend fired me to replace me with her boyfriend. I also told him how she made a scene by yelling at me in the store and making false accusations. He was quiet as I shared my story and I was grateful for that, I didn't need his pity or anyone else's. Tomorrow, I'll go job hunting. I saw this as an opportunity to have an upgrade, I always knew I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life working as a cosmetologist in my best friend's store. Granted it wasn't the best situation to be in but at least I knew her true colors now.

"So, what about you? What are you doing on a roof on a Friday evening while drinking Cherry Coca-Cola?" I asked in the same way he did to me.

He chuckled before answering, "It's the one year anniversary of my girlfriend's death,"

My mouth opened but no words came out. I swallowed, "Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"I don't know,"

"Did you- did you love her?" I asked.

"I think I did but I don't think she did," He replied.

"I'm sorry," I said again. That was all I seemed to say but I wasn't good at comforting people.

He shook his head and put on a little smile. I could tell it was forced, "Sorry for dumping this all on you." He chuckled, "We've literally only known each other for an hour."

"Guess that's just part of my charm," I winked.

"Probably," He said and I felt my cheeks warm up for probably the millionth time today. 

The next few hours were filled with silence and the occasional jokes from Harry but I didn't mind them even though they were terrible. He seemed so happy and lighthearted which was the complete opposite of what he was a few hours ago. It fascinated me how he could just quickly switch moods and act as if nothing had happened. I always felt like I could never trust someone enough to open up to them about something as serious as he just did.

Just then I heard a beeping noise coming from his phone and he looked at it before furrowing his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, I have to go," He said apologetically.

"That's ok," I told him, "Maybe I'll see you around," I said with a smile.

He smiled back and with a wave, he was gone.

I sighed, burning my face in my hands, and stood up. Time to face reality, I could be a homeless woman by the end of the month if I didn't get a job, how convenient. I went down to my apartment and groaned at the mess I made, I guess you could say I had some trouble managing my anger.

I cleaned up the books that were on the floor and grimaced at the rip on one of them. The shelf was also broken on one side so the books all slid on the floor. I should really stop punching the shelf every time I get angry.

As soon as the apartment was clean I flopped onto my bed pushing the worries to the back of my head and started dreaming about a certain green-eyed stranger.

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um soo my girliee is played by maggie lindemann (when she had short hair) because i am literally in love with her but we're not gonna talk about that

emily prentiss and spencer reid r who we're gonna talk about

oh my god i love them

a lot

i wanna marry both of them at the same time

and also get railed by both of them at the same time

plz dont let anyone from my new school see this

ill die

why tf did i make my username the same name as my insta whats wrong with me ughhh

now i gotta change one of them

so we'll see

also fun fact i didn't know there was a song called cherry flavored until i googled it (that's why the lyrics r in the description) and for some creepy reason the songs kinda goes with my story

maybe i heard it somewhere before and i just forgot lol

ok my back hurts so goodnight

September 8, 2021

- esther