Bring Me Light

Chapter 3

Once we finished lunch, Haydon, Damon, Colby and Nikki headed out, and Marlee walked home with us, because Yvette told me she met her from being in the same apartment building. I memorized how to get to our apartment, and somehow packages were at our doorstep. 

                        “Yay, presents for Wiley!” Marlee sarcastically chanted. 

I picked up the three boxes and was led inside. It was a nice apartment, not a fancy one, but one I could live in, and be happy in.

                        “Hey, where are the scissors?” I asked, looking at all the drawers. Dang I would have to memorize what’s in all of them.

                        “In the far left drawer.” Yvette said casually. I went to the drawer and grabbed the scissors. Then I started ripping the box with them, dangerously like a little kid would if they could get a hold of scissors like this.

                        “Woah, be careful Wiley.” Marlee said. I ignored her, and unwrapped the boxes. They were filled with some of my clothes, and all of my scarves and hats. That made me realize that it had been raining the entire time I’ve been here. Whatever, I felt like taking a walk. It made me feel like I was young. Well I am, but young as in a small child. So I grabbed a hat, a sweater, and a scarf.

                                    “Hey, I’m gonna go for a walk.” I told Yvette and Marlee. They were sitting at the counter drinking some tea that they had fixed up while I opened my gifts. “You sure you can make your way back.” Yvette asked, slightly concerned. I nodded.

                 “I’m a good captain.” I said, then saluted her, and skipped out. The chilly weather was kind of a breath of fresh air. It wasn’t like this in Kansas, but on the other hand, Dorothy wasn’t in Kansas anymore, so I can live the dream. I decided on my own route, and went into a bar, I was 18. I didn’t know if I was allowed in this country or not, but why not get water or something? Oh wait, I had no money.

                 “Whatever…” I muttered to myself. I went in anyway, and I sat down where I wanted, and a few minutes passed. I tried to figure out the song they were playing, then before you know, a man appears in front of me, asking if he could buy me a drink. I took a good look at him, and he was good looking. I’ve never seen a guy that handsome before. And I noticed he was American, because he didn’t have the accent.

                        “Uhmm, sure.” I told him. Then he sat down next to me. His smile was bright, and his dark brown hair made him look so nice. He was wearing dark wash jeans and a collared plaid shirt with a brown jacket. He looked good in it, great even.

                   “Hey, I’m Caleb.” He said, holding out his hand.  I took it.

                        “Wiley.” I said, shaking his hand slightly. The last time I had a boyfriend, he didn’t give half a crap for me. In fact, he just showed me off, and then wanted to make out before we even kissed. I broke it off before he could hurt me. That was his intention, at least. Anyway, back to reality.

                        “Wiley, beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” He complimented. I blushed, and backfired, “Oh stop, ladies hate compliments.” I said sarcastically. I couldn’t believe he called me a lady. He chuckled, his laugh is cute. Kind of like a child’s, and I like that. I moved a little closer to him, and the drinks he ordered came. I hadn’t exactly had a drink before, but I thought it was fine, so I took it. I wouldn’t be unharmed, but I wouldn’t exactly be harmed either. I took the light red drink and took a curious sip.

                        “Mhmmm” I hummed. It didn’t taste half bad. So the situation is in my favor, hot guy just bought me a drink, and I’m pretty sure we are both enjoying it.

                         “I like someone with a good taste in drinks.” He said, obviously flirting. “Oh, so you like me?” I asked, trying to sound flirty. I think I was failing. He laughed, but said, “If I didn’t would I have bought you the drink?” I smirked. Then I took a sip of my drink, trying to look sexy. Being my amazing self, I laughed and the drink squirted out my nose. It felt horrible, especially with alcohol.

                           “We have a winner.” He laughed as I cleaned up my stinging nose. “Shut up and kiss me.” I said, and I couldn’t believe I said it. To my surprise, he did. His tongue massaged mine, and made me moan. Before I could do anything to surprise him, he pulled away with a smile. Then, suddenly, we were in the bathroom making out. It wasn’t too sexy, but it was kinda fun. He was kissing my neck, and I smiled with pleasure. We were at it for a half an hour, then he pulled away.

                        “You know, it’s getting kinda late, but can we exchange numbers?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye. Oh, crap I’m getting my phone tomorrow. What the heck am I going to tell him?

                        “Um, I just moved here from Kansas, and I’m getting my phone tomorrow.” I said. It was true, so why would it be a problem.

                        “Ok, so I’ll just give you mine. Call me or text me sometime, okay?” he said. “Okay.” I said, giving him a quick peck on the lips and walking out with a slip of paper with his number on it. I did my little happy dance in my head. This time, I could keep it in there. When I got home, Yvette was waiting for me.

                        “WHERE WERE YOU!?!?” she cried, falling into my arms. “Did you get lost, were you guided home by a police officer, were you...” she blabbered. I took her in my arms and said, “I’m ok, I was in a bar near by making out with a hot guy.” She picked all 98 pounds of me up, set me on her couch, sat down and started up again.

                        “ Who is heee!?” she asked.