Fall Into Me

7 | Psycho Stalker Mafia Smut

Theia Aurae Frost

I'm lying in my room writing out a rough script for my next vlog. Well, I have a document open with the cursor blinking but hey, that's better than nothing, right? Not really.

My thoughts are scattered all over the place. And one tiny little incident is to blame.

It has been a couple weeks since I last saw Theo, at the bookstore, and it's been radio silent between us ever since. 

The fact that I basically recommended he read a psycho-stalker, mafia smut book makes me physically cringe. It was a spur of the moment thing and I've been regretting it ever since.

What if he thinks I'm psycho too? What if he thinks I'm crazy? Would he think I was into all that in real life? Well... I'm not. Right?

Whatever.

You know what, I don't need to stress about this. Not everyone's into the same things. He could have a keen interest in collecting loose hair for all I know. I don't give two fucks about what he'll think. Hm.

Ugh, so maybe I do, bite me.

Theo's more or less the only other person I talk to except Alyssa and I don't want to loose that. He's starting to become a good friend to me and I'd rather not screw it up. 

That ship has not only sailed, but has also halfway crossed the pacific.

I close my laptop, giving up on the idea of doing something productive and throw on a pair of joggers. I pull my hair into a high ponytail and leave the house.

Going for a jog always clears my head. I go down the familiar path towards the park to my lovely little fishes. They always know the exact thing to say to me when I have my important problems.

Silence.

People always assume you want their opinions on all their problems but sometimes, the perfect thing they can do is— also the simplest— listen. Take my parents, for example, I love them to the ends of the world, but they always assume I want their input on how to deal with my life. They always try to pry into everything I do and give their feedback.

It wasn't until Dr. Gibbs that I realised how much I wanted, needed, someone to listen to me. She made me understand that most of the time I simply needed to hear myself and my thoughts, rather than the judgy opinions of nosy people.

I reach my spot and find it occupied by someone else. The same someone that I've been thinking about quite frequently these past few days.

I quietly go up to the railing that overlooks the little pond and stare at my tiny friends. A small smile creeps onto my face when I feel Theo look at me.

I look up at him as he gives me a tiny smile. The soft golden glow from the setting sun makes him look angelic. Like an intimately carved sculpture that belongs in the halls of the Louvre Museum.

"Hi," I say as I place my elbow on the railing as I lean on it. "Your leg's looking better."

Theo instinctively looks down at his leg. Way to go. Remind him of his injury. What is wrong with me? He looks back up at me and an unfamiliar expression crosses his face. But it's gone in an instant, replaced by a teasing grin.

"Hey." He moves closer to me so we're not too far apart. "I was meaning to call you."

I hum in response, a comfortable smile on my face.

"I, um, read your book." I smile wider at the blush creeping up Theo's face.

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?" He asks me with his eyebrows scrunched together.