Lost.

Part 3

That night I just stared at my ceiling in bed, blank and white. This was a new feeling...I had no idea what was going on. Butterflies and confusion, he was so...weird. I just can't stop thinking about him. 

My head rapidly turned to my bedside table, as I remembered what he dropped. I picked up the damp peice of paper and read it. It was blank..? I heald it up to the light and it revealed faint numbers. His phone number? THIS IS TOO WEIRD. Is he a spy or... ugh. For what seemed like centuries, I was just staring at my phone, the little light shinning faintly. Can I do this? 

Finally I got the courage and swipped the lock code. I stared at the send button... 

'Hi, um... it's the girl from the park!' 

No no no... too cheesy. This is too hard. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a loud banging noise coming from my window. In shock, I threw my phone god knows where. (I'm pretty sure it broke). As slow as possible, shaking vigurously, I crept towards the window, peeling the curtain open the slightest bit... Oh my... 

With the hugest grin smacked onto his face, there crouched the mysterious boy - the boy who had no name. His eyes looked as dark as the night sky. Staring uncontrolably, I realised what I was doing, the smirk grew bigger on his face and gave out a wink. Did my heart just melt? He mouthed: 'Let me in!' But it didn't come out as a question. I just stared, scared. His smile faded into a confused state, whilst tilting his head, with his hand on his neck. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He rolled his eyes. After a few awkward minutes of just staring around, our eyes met in a deep, crystal gaze. My stomach was bouncing about everywhere, emotions just doing what the hell they wanted to do. Loudly, he knocked on the window again; I'm suprised it didn't smash. I, being stupid and not thinking straight, open the window. No one is home right now... whats the worst that could happen? I stood back as an invite, watching him squeeze through my window into my room. Decorated with nothing but posters and fairy lights, it certainly refected my personality. He looked around, taking in the new scenerio, glaring at the Kerrang! posters. Still with a fixed gaze, he swiftly said, "So, you were the girl at the park, right? Don't be scared that you might think I followed you here, love. I saw your address printed against a tag on your bag. Couldn't uh... resist coming to... visit?" He talked incredibly fast with no hesitation, but his point came out more of a question. Before I could say anything, he read my face. "I was just bored...needed a change from just sitting in my room all night..." I could tell by the way he scratched his forehead he was lying - I won't say anything, obviously. "Do you speak?!" He snapped, in a different tone. "Y-yes..." I sturred. Suddenly, a loud bang occured from downstairs: "I'm home!" Oh god, it's my mum. If she sees this stranger in here she'll flip!  As I gestured for him to leave, he was already half way out the window. Chills spread down my spine as he said: "Guess I'll be seeing a lot of you then, love."