Twisted Dates

Chapter 1.2(Him)

"He"

He was looking at me.

And I can't control myself, I'm going out of control.

His deep ocean blue eyes were looking into mine dark brown eyes.

Oh my god, I want to stop time. I just want to keep looking at him. This would be the first time we made eye-contact for this long, first time he offered something to me. I always used to think I'm no one for him.

I have always wanted to talk to him, but I never got a chance, most of the time I stopped myself, cause I used to think he doesn't want to talk to me. Or he just ignores me for no reason. And our work shift was distancing each other. When he is at work, I am at home doing nothing, and when I am at work, he is doing I-don't-know-what; Only Fridays used to the only day we work at same shift, and I could talk, but I don't talk maybe of some unseen unknown reasons.

"Hey! Hey, you okay?"

"Huh" Oh no, I went to my world, I shouldn't have done that, now he must be thinking I'm retarded, wow I'm giving the best first impression. Good job

"Do you need water?"

"No. I'm fine" I answered with a smile. "Thank you for your concern, but I will be fine, don't worry."

"Oh, that's a relief, Otherwise I don't want my neighbour to die cause of dehydration, and then I will be considered bad neighbour."

I chuckled,"No that will not happen, I got a great immune system."

Okay, First of all that was very lame joke, didn't expected that from him. Now, I know humour plays very important role, but he doesn't have much.

"Okay, then, I'll get inside, if you don't mind."

Yes that's fine. Not an issue.Good night"

"Good night." He smiled and close the door, he closes his door silently, I felt like did he locked the door or not? Umm, I don't know. 

He is gone, my tension is gone.

Come on God, can't you fix our conversation in better place or better environment, like under northern lights or sea beach. Okay okay I went to far, maybe in good cafe. That's the least you do. But the main thing is God and my friendship is not that strong, he does what I don't want Him to do and I what I want, He never does.

Its been half an hour, he hasn't open his door. Not my friends inside my house called me in. I guess I made wrong friends, and as we speak about all the things I have done wrong, trust me the list is long, very long. Thinking about this brings me anxiety. And I feel little shiver too, the night has started to show its effects.

And as I was thinking about this cold weather, I hear his door open.

"You know what, I'm bored, and I wanna talk, do you mind if I join?"