One Boy, One Chance, One Shot

Chapter 3

"So, umm, do you want some... Breakfeast?" I said. I really didn't know what to do. I dared at him as I fiddled my fingers through my once again messed up hair. We've finished making out five minutes ago. We broke apart quite quickly, and the whole time he was messing with my locks. If it was another guy, I would have minded, a lot actually. But him, me made my head spin only by being there.

"Well, sure." He said with a smile. I really didn't know if he was going to wonder around my house almost naked, but, to be honest, I really didn't mind. I actually didn't want him to put any clothes on.

I pressed my hand to the cold golden door knob, and twist it, only to open the door to my room. It was opened before, but he pushed me on it aggressively, at one point.

I felt a warm vibe going through my body, and I suddenly felt energized. Maybe it was him. I bit my lip in happiness.

I lead him through another white wooden door that lead to a quite big hallway that divided itself into more rooms. The doors were all colored of a bright fuchsia, and the walls were decorated with hand painted canvases. What can I say? When I get inspiration, I draw it out. Like, literally.

I didn't dare to look back, but I assumed he was there. I reached for his hand obliviously, and waited for him to take it. It's not like my house was a huge labyrinth, but I did get lost for the first few weeks when I moved here.

I felt a muscly grab, and our hands were hooked. I felt like there was a link, and I widened my lips into a huge grin.

I passed through the door that lead to my yellow living room, past the tv and large unmatched striped sofa. The feeling of my puffy white rug under my bare toes felt very cozy, and I added some extra rubs.

I took the second door (the other being a small bathroom) that lead to my kitchen. I opened the door an gazed into it. There was a huge window that lot the room instantly, bringing out the bright green colored walls. I painted some extra white curling flowers on the empty parts above the sink that stretched to the stove, and some next to the small fridge. There was a small red table that was just big enough for two, already prepared with napkins and everything.

Now I know that it sounds like the perfect little apartment, clean clean clean, but it really isn't.

The dishes were all piled up in the little sink, and the dishwasher door was all opened (presumably for the whole night) which left the room with an odd smell. The garbage wasn't taken out so there was a weird black bag hanging in the hallway next to the main door.

My room was full of dirty laundry, only that I stuffed it in one of my spare boxes and threw it in my wardrobe.

And I'm not even starting on what was under my bed.

"So what do you normally eat? Erm, cereal? Eggs?" I felt more like a house maid when asking that, not like the... Erm... Wait. What was I? His girlfriend? A guy I just met drunkly? I had to plan a un-awkward way to find out his name. Think Ashley think.

"Oh, I'll help you." He said, advancing to the fridge as if he owned the place.

"So... How do you find the classes?"

"Good. Good." He said, opening the door. He turned his head to me, "terrible." He smirked. "I think I'm failing Mr. Sanchese's class." Oh, so he was taking Spanish.

"Haha! Well, everybody is!" I said. "I particularly like Mrs. Tedium's economy. She's real good." I said, unsure if what he was going to answer.

"Yeah, I see you real tense when you answer her questions. It's like you are scared if her." He chuckled. "And Mrs. Dermasly? Oh, she's... Severe. Too many notes." He said, taking some green peppers out of the fridge. He's taking the same classes as me?

"So then mister Smartey pants, what are you going to major in?" I said, slightly tapping his shoulder.

"I," he said "am going to go with music. More precisely, drums." He continued, drumming a tempo with his knife on the table. "Tada!" He announced, taking a bow. I playfully clapped, setting the frying pan on the stove.

"And you, you are taking art." He said, wiggling his eyebrows as he inched slowly to me.

"As a matter of fact I am." I set my hands on his chest, and have him a little push as his lips smooched together.

"Well, Miss Underwilt, you have got yourself a very promising job." He said in a dull low British accent. I laughed hard a he shook his finger from left to right.

"Why thank you Mister...." I raised my eyebrows, "Sorry, what was your name again?" I put a hand to my chin playfully, mimicking a person who forgot. He bought it, hopefully.

"Haha, very funny." He said, putting a hand to his chest. "Why I am Mr Syfer, Mr Jess Syfer." He said, smiling, going back to chopping his green peppers.

Whoa. Little Jess just got sexy. Was that really him? I couldn't believe it. I kept in the tears that were going to spill. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. I felt the nausea come back to me, and in a small moment, everything went black