It's now 12:00pm and I'm dying my hair. Basically in the past couple hours I have gone to Sally's, came back and the just now started my hair. It's hopefully going to be a more toned down hot pink but who knows. I grab a bag and wrap it on my head to keep the hair dye from getting everywhere. I then take a seat on one of my kitchen stools. I look through my phone when I see a new message pop up.
                              Taylor: really random question but are apple cores edible?
                              Flynn: They are edible but they are full of seeds so I usually just throw em
                              Taylor: Okay Thanks :)
                              Flynn: Yeah no problem lol
                              I chuckle at the message and continue to just lounge around until my 45 minutes was up. 
  When it finally was I took my bag wrapped head to my tub and began to slowly wash my head with cool water. After the water began to run completely clear I turned it off. I then began to towel dry my hair. I was going to blow dry it however blow drying soaking wet hair sucks. 
I plug in my blow dryer and began to dry my hot pink hair.  It takes about 20 minutes but it looks exactly how I wanted it to which is great.
                              I smile at my reflection and go to bolt across to my neighbors to show him my hair before realizing his girlfriend is probably there by now. My smile fades and I leave my bathroom disappointed that I can't show anyone my hair. 
                              I ponder on what to do as I was super bored but before I can think of anything someone is knocking on my door. I open my front door not even bothering to peek through the peep hole first. It was the person I had hoped it be except his eyes look glazed over. 
"Can I come in?" He asks quietly
                              "Yeah of course" I say opening my door all the way. He walks in an as soon as I close the door grabs my hand and bring me to the couch.
                              "I hate her" he mumbles as he wipes his eyes.
                              "Hate who?" I ask hoping it's not who I thought it was.
                              "Kendra" he states shaking his head. My brain immediately thinks the worst but I don't want it to be true so I ask him. "What why she's your girlfriend"
                              "Not anymore she came all the way here to tell me she found someone else and to break up with me" he explains tears filling his eyes. I had never seen him sad nevertheless cry but here he was on my couch tears in his eyes and face painted with sadness. 
                              "I'm really sorry you didn't deserve that" I say putting my hand on his shoulder. He sniffles and so I lean in and pull him in for a hug. He accepts it and tightens his grip as if I was going to leave him like she had. I let him hug me until he begins to let go and sits up to face me again. His glasses have tear stains on them and his eyes are red and puffy. 
                              "I know this is kinda a weird question but can I stay over later tonight I don't wanna be alone" He questions sniffling a little.
"Of course. It's perfectly fine to not want to be alone right now" I assure grabbing his hand. He interlocks our fingers and I smile at him for reassurance. He was afraid of being abandoned which was understandable as he had obviously been hurt before her and then she went and broke his heart. 
  My chest hurts from the pain that I feel when I look at him. His beautiful face is plastered with hurt and sadness. I hate seeing the happy boy that I knew like this, it hurt me badly.
                              I let go of his hand a little but he grabs it again not letting go. 
"I'm not leaving you, you know that right?" I tell him honestly. 
 I don't know how she could left him. He was so kind and sweet and beautiful.
                              "That's what she said and it was all a lie. I want to believe you but I can't right now" he mumbles shaking his head. 
"It's okay to feel that way, but I'm not her and I know I can't necessarily make you believe me so I'll prove it to you" I tell him. His face slowly turns into a slight smile and he nods his head as if approving what I had said.
                              We stay on the couch for a while longer but don't talk. Finally I blurt our something "want a milkshake?" 
  It was a weird question but they always make me feel better so maybe they would make him feel better too.
"Yeah actually" he says with a slight puzzled look on his face. 
                              I get up and head to the kitchen to make them. I get two tall glasses and begin to fill them with the ingredients. I then throw it into a blender to mix it all together and when that's done I pour it back into the glasses. Tossing the blender in the sink I rinse it before grabbing some whipped cream and twirling it on top of the vanilla shakes. I stick a straw into each one and the head back to the living room.
"Here you go sir" I say in a fancy accent. He chuckles and my heart warms from it. I couldn't mend his broken heart however I could bandage it until someone else could. I wanted it to be me but he didn't like me like that and his girlfriend just broke up with him. 
                              "Thank You madam" He vocalizes in an even worse fancy accent. I giggle and take a seat next to him. We are both facing each other. His legs are off to the side on the couch and I'm seated cross cross applesauce. 
                              I go to take a sip of my milkshake but he's looking at me with a  bug eyed look. 
"What is it, do I have something on my face?" I question.
"Yeah you do let me get it for you" he smiles. 
  I should have known better by the grin he had on his face however I just though he was happy. That however was only half of it because right as he goes to get whatever is on my face off he wipes whipped cream on my nose. "Hey" I exclaim. I quickly get some on my finger and swipe it onto his nose. "Now you have got something on you face" I say laughing. I set down my milkshake and so does he as we both were trying to get each other with more whipped cream. I stare at him for a second before jumping off the couch and running to my bedroom. He bolts up as well and follows me with his whipped cream filled hand. I try to close my door on him but he's too quick and gets in my room before I have the chance. Im cornered so I try to makes a run past him. This however doesn't work and intstead I get a mouth full of the sweet cream that was on his hand. I turn around and jokingly push him. He just smiled at me. 
"Now you definitely have something on you face" he says as I step closer to him. He gets closer to me as well and pretty soon we are inches apart. My face flushed red when I see how close I am to him. This makes him smile a little. I turn my head down but his hand grabs my chin gently and lifts it back up. He the tilts his head and brings my lips to his. They connect and electricity runs through me. 
  I pull back from him though because even if I want this to happen it's still wrong. 
                              "I'm sorry to do this but I don't want to be the rebound, I do really like you though" I utter as I back up slightly. 
  I didn't want him to break my heart like she broke his so I had to tell him that.
                              "It's okay but I really like you too" he says grabbing my hands. 
  He likes me? How is that even possible if he was in love with his girlfriend? Can you be infatuated with two people at the same time? All these thoughts fill my brain however I push them back and bring my attention to the slightly disappointed person in front of me.
                              "When Your sure your over her then you can come over and do that again" I smile trying to make him feel better.
"Okay but what if it takes me a while to get over her I don't want you to wait for me" he says looking down at his feet.
"I'm not saying I will wait however I don't think I'm really going to find anyone else" I assure him.
"Okay I can be fine with that now" he smiles...
                              An: ahhh I kinda don't like this chapter but we got a lot of things happening in it. I also feel as though it was kinda cliche, it fine though  :)
                                      
                                          
                                  
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RomanceLife has always been moving fast for 19yr old Flynn, but when she meets a stranger at a gas station it seems to slow down just for a second. She tries to catch there name but has no luck and is left wondering who it was. That is until they move in t...
                                              