"I’d never do something like that!” I squealed.
The air in the restaurant smelt so familiar; it was almost homely. I wouldn’t feel this back at home in a million years! That’s why I always loved to come and visit Lily! She gets me and most importantly, never judges me.
I picked up a nacho and dipped it in cheese before crunching and munching it. I licked my lips off before I looked in the direction in Lily was pointing in.
“Come on! You’re never gonna come back here anyway!”
“You don't know that!” I playfully snapped at her, “I’m not saying that to him.”
“How hard can it be?!” she whispered yelled at me.
“Can you hear yourself right now?” I leaned closer to her with a sarcastic smile on my face, “you want me to go say ‘other than being sexy, what else do you for a living?’”
Lily laughed out loudly like a giant baby and I lightly smacked my head with the back of my palm. “Lily…” I couldn’t help but let a smile appear on my face recalling how ridiculous it sounded. I put the rest of the Nacho in my mouth and munched on it as I said, “you are mental.”
“Yep, ‘coz you aren’t,” she shrugged and stuffed her mouth with nachos.
I chuckled and my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and checked to see a text from my sister, Vivian.
I sighed.
“Hey, what’s up?” Lily asked in a more serious tone now.
“Oh, it’s my sister…again,” I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m not going back this time, Lil. I can’t do it anymore. It’s too much for me.”
“Hey…hey…hey…none of the ‘family negativity’. You’re away now. You’re away for good.”
I just stayed quiet staring at the bowl half full of salsa. I started running my finger along the rim of the bowl. I closed my eyes for a while and reminded myself what a mess my home was! A bipolar father, a sister who can never be trusted under any damn circumstances. I was sick of this. Keeping me in like it was a prison; but I made it prison for myself. I always felt guilty to step out of my own house because I knew that my brother would be alone with my crazy parents....
Even then, I had to keep reminding myself what it felt like to live in that hell hole just so that I wouldn’t want to call it a home and end up feeling guilty for leaving my little poor brother.
Josh. I always called him Joshie. I always protected him. No matter what. I never let him get in the middle of all this family feud. I wanted him to have a normal childhood unlike me. I just didn’t want him to dodge saucers as they flew around and hit the wall and, thankfully, not any faces. The saucer shattered louder than any sense of respect for each other in the family; respect was that little.
But here I am, betraying him. But I will go back. I will, once I figure out a way to keep him alive with me in this big ass New York City.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then opened it.
“Hey….” Lily runned the back of my hand as tears streamed down my face. “It’s going to be alright,” she said and sniffed a if she’s trying to hide tears of her own.
I looked up at her and she turned away. I immediately wiped my tears. I’m sad enough for a thousand people; to make the only person who makes me happy a sad little teddy wasn’t on my watch.
I took a deep breath and stood up.“You know what, Lily? You are a great friend. You’re letting me live with you, you’re baring my bills and whatnot. The least thing I could do for you is…..just watch.”
My chest swollen, as I breathed in through my mouth, out through my nose and walked toward the bar counter. I could hear Lily’s muffled scream behind me.
I smirked and continued walking toward this guy who looked like he was around 5’9, he had chocolate coloured locks. I took a seat next to him on the chairs placed in front of the bar counter. He wore a black t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans with a leather jacket.
He tilted his head to gulp down a drink and made a face toward me as it burned down through his throat. I observed the movement of his throat as he swallowed the shot.
“May I help you?” I was snapped back to reality by a deep voice.
“Oh…umm..hi,” I smiled.
“Hi,” he smirked.
“I’m Skye,” I tucked my hair behind my ear as his eyes followed the movement of my hand.
“Harry,” he said with a smile and lent his hand, “lovely to meet you.” He was clearly British and his raspy voice highlighted his accent making him sound almost too British.
I looked at our shaking hands and then up at his face.
Damn.
His eyes.
They were so strongly green. They hit me instantly leaving a smile on my face.
“I see you have dimples,” I heard his voice again and pulled my hand from his grip immediately. I cleared my throat and pulled myself together.“Just like me,” he added and spread his mouth wide horizontally as of showing me his teeth. He then dug his finger in his dimple, “look!” he said.
I laughed at the weird face and he followed. I’m not going to lie, that was the most wholesome smile I had ever seen in my entire life. He had very deep dimples on both the sides which made him look even cuter. His green eyes were like a beautiful contrast to his outfit and the rest of the features on his face. His smile screamed cuteness and sunshine but his beautiful eyes definitely reflected something else. Was it pain? Was it misery? Was it just pure beauty? I wouldn’t ever know.
I’ve never seen anything like those eyes…ever before.
“You there?” he asked. His accent seemed to sound thicker with ever phrase he said.
“Yeah,” I said…mildly aware of the reality.
Why do I get so lost in him?
Why can’t I think straight?
I just met him!
Skye, get your shit together, bitch.You’re drooling all over him.
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Mistaken Sunshine
FanfictionSkye, knew what she wanted. She was so sure about herself and her thoughts until she met him. He made her feel things she's never felt. He kicked all her walls in and embraced her flaws and all her little things... But she has to make a choice. Wil...