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-AIDEN-

I woke up reaching to my right until I realized she was gone. Blindly fishing for my phone to check the time I noticed there was another person peacefully sleeping in the small bed across the room and I panicked I shot a look at myself not sure if I was even dressed. Luckily I remembered that she explained to me that this was her friends room as she unlocked the door after we were fully clothed.

Last night was everything I ever needed right now. I wanted for Mila to leave my head how does she dare to come back into my life after feeding me with lies and lies only. Kaiya made her disappear last night it was just Kaiya and I and Mila had no place in my head anymore. She let me feel much more than that our bodies fit each other flawlessly and the sensation I got from her touch blew my mind. This physical thing was the best to happen to me for a long time. Most of the attempts to gather physical closure fell apart from either attachment from the other side or performance issues.

Currently it was seven in the morning and Im guessing the whole house just went to sleep, the sun lurked through the half-open blinds and I decided to make my way downstairs. Kaiya stood in the middle of the kitchen collecting red beer cups when she heard me come in she greeted me by flashing me a bright smile and a good morning stranger.

Did you sleep well? I asked her grabbing a plastic bag and started gathering the trash that remained from the last couple hours. Letting my gaze scan the room I realized it was more than I expected who leaves this much garbage?

Yeah, pretty good. You? she responded putting her long messy wavy hair in a bun securing it with a hair tie. Her hair was always messy in some way but I liked that, it was like she jumped from adventure to adventure, she had this light spirit and she was so relaxed with everything while my veins run on nervousness. Im always on edge and I cant even explain it whats it about exactly I just feel it.

Same. I informed her studying her face closely because her thoughts are written on there and she cant lie for shit. Thats what we have in common, her feelings rest in her facial expressions mine lay in the tip of my tongue, my words and the way I talk always lets people know my intentions immediately. It sucks, trust me. However, Wesley taught me some tricks to cover it up which did its job until now.

Why do you clean up when its not your party? I inquired curiously.

Normally Chloes sister, Briana who I told you about gets all the crap from her sister and its her responsibility to clean up. she elaborated rolling her ocean dark blue eyes grabbing another sack and binding the old together.

And her parents just accept how Chloe treats her? Wow, I didnt know that about Chloe. I noted astonished to which she nodded. Chloe often hosted get-togethers and Wesley brought me along last time saying and I quote You need to get you fat arse up and do something fun. mocking my slightly British accent thats still left after one year in the States.

My father suggested that I find an apartment so I dont have to live on the old farm where my grandparents live. I gladly accepted his offer not that I dont like my grandparents, I do, but an apartment in a bigger town seemed more fascinating. I found the advertisement for the shared flat in the newspaper and I thought I check it out. If I was asked to describe our living cozy in one word cozy would fit best. It was small but I had my own room and it had a TV, Wi-Fi and fresh water and electricity and honestly that was all I needed. Wesley was relieved to finally have found someone to move it and share the rent with him even if I suspect he would have preferred a girl over me.

We picked up as much trash up as possible and had over five bags and stacks of bottles when we decided to give ourselves a break and cook some breakfast. Both of us were happier this morning at least and actually engaged in a conversation. I really like talking to her, she sometimes challenges me intellectually with her arguments and viewpoints on life not that I disagree but I never thought about in that sense. She has unique perspectives and outlooks on life and it fascinating and thought-provoking.

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