I sat on my full sized bed with books scattered across it while they hovered over me as well. There was so much to read I didn't know where to start. I was starting college in a few months with English and business as my major. Writing was all I have ever known, but making money from it was something I knew would be hard. So I wanted to read and write as much as I could before I started. I wanted to get ready and I was excited but nervous that I got into the university I picked.
"Remi, I need your help!" My mom yelled from across the house.
I loved my mom, but it was hard living with her just like living with every parent at an older age. We were also poor, and I had to work my ass off 5 days to week to help keep this small house running. My mom was disabled so she couldn't work. She broke her back in a car wreck a few years back so she hasn't really worked ever since. I love my mom to death, but I had to get out. I didn't want to struggle about money anymore and I didn't want her to have to worry as well. But it has always been like this. We have always struggled with money since my dad left when I was 9, and I finally wanted to make things different. I needed stability. Through these struggles, books and my imagination were the only things that helped me.
After helping my mother in the kitchen- I went back to my cluttered bed. I laid there on a couple of books with a pencil in my mouth thinking of what I wanted to write next. Though all I could thinking about was him. His voice, eyes and the feeling I got when he sat with me. Henry.
I sat up quickly and looked at my phone. It was Sunday but already 8pm. I didn't go because if that was his girlfriend I didn't want any part of that. I stayed away from drama at any chance I got, but for some reason I craved it right now.
I then immediately got up and looked in the mirror. My short blonde hair was a complete mess so I brushed it real quick and rushed out my door. I didn't quite know what I was doing, but I just went with it. "Bye mom, I'll be back!" I yelled and walked out the door.I looked at the small coffee shop downtown through my car window while it was pouring down rain again. Apartments sat on top of the cute cafe that was on a strip of restaurants which were already closed. I was hesitant to even get out of the car. I didn't even know if it was open or not. Like I said- I had no idea what I was doing, but I had this aching feeling that I wanted to see him again.
I ran to the door and luckily the vacant shop was open. I ordered the same coffee and sat in my same corner. I guess I wasn't paying much attention and when my gaze looked towards the other corner of the room- there sat a man with a book in front of his face. His black jeans with his worn out converse rested on the chair in front of him.
My heart stopped as I figured it was him. I grabbed my phone and acted as if I was looking at something on it. How was he even here? And how would I even have the thought he would be here and I'd see him again? I was confused and nervous. My hair was wet and I'm sure I looked a mess.
I got up immediately and preceded towards the door."Remi?" His English accent called out- echoing throughout the cafe.
I turned around slowly- running my hands through my hair as I turned and looked at him. He had this charming smile on his face and a look as if he knew I'd be here. "Henry? Oh you're here." I chuckled nervously as if I was oblivious to the situation.
"Come sit with me." He laid his legs down and ushered me to his table.
I walked and sat slowly in the chair- looking down and up at his eyes. "You are kinda late huh?" He smirked- setting down his book and hovering over the table towards me a little more.
"Yeah, look- I just wanted some coffee." I laughed slightly. "And I really don't want any drama." I continued nervously, "and how are you here right now?"
"Drama?" He snickered. "And I'm here all the time. I live up stairs."
Of course he lives up stairs, I thought. And I was also thinking of how bizarre the situation was.
"Of course you do." I laughed nervously.
"Why would there be drama?" He asked in confusion - looking into my eyes as if he had no idea of what I was talking about.
"Your girlfriend?" I exclaimed.
"I don't have a girlfriend. That was my friend. She just gets a little impatient and feisty is all."
I didn't know rather to believe this charming man or not. He always had such a quick reply though he was sure of every word he spoke. I looked deeper into his eyes trying to figure him out just like every other person I did this with. He was hard to figure out though. And as cliche as it sounds he was sort of mysterious in that way. In a way where it drew me in even more. Probably not a good sign.
"Look, I should go. Just wanted some coffee." I lied.
I had this feeling I needed to leave this situation but then a part of me didn't want to. I wanted to get to know him even though I knew it probably wasn't a good idea. He was smooth, handsome and knew how to keep me on my toes.
As I went to stand up and walk away- he grabbed my hand swiftly and softly. "Don't go. Stay. Please Remi?"I sat down once again and looked at him straight in the eyes more confident now. "What do you want to talk about, Henry?" I asked and he smiled.
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Yours Truly
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