I paced the floor of my bedroom, my heels knocking the wood floor in a continuous beat. Each step was like a second ticking by, but as my footsteps grew more and more frequent, the minutes began to linger. I gripped my phone in my hands, subconciously hoping that if I wished hard enough, and held the phone tight enough, it would ring. I could still see him winking his green eyes at me before he had left, and relinquished his invisible grasp around me. What was it about him, with his emerald eyes and carelessly ruffled brown hair that made him so captivating, so fascinating? Why was it that he had stood alone in the courtyard today, when anywhere else, he would've been surrounded by needy, underdressed females? Most of all, why had he wanted my number, to talk to me?
I was interrupted from my thoughts by a churlish trill, echoing from the rectangle of white plastic my fingers had clasped themselves around. The fingerprint-covered screen read the name I had been waiting all day to read; James. I stared at the five black letters, trying to make sense of them. I took a deep breath before picking up.
"Hello?" I said into the phone, trying to sound as casual as possible. I crossed my index and middle fingers in a habit of luck, attempting to suppress the smile that was inching it's way across my face.
"Yeah, hi. This is James Marloe. Is this Taylor?" His deep voice rung in my ears, like velvet almost.
"Mhm." I responded, walking over to sit on my bed, just in case I might faint from excitement.
"Hey, I promised I'd call you. And besides, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out Friday. A couple of my friends were hitting up downtown and I was wondering if you wanted to come with."
"Excuse me." I choked into the phone. Sliding the telephone into my back pocket, I laid down on the bed, face-first into my pillow. I let out a long scream, thrashing my arms wildly. Hoisting myself back up, I straightened my back and took a few breaths before taking out my phone again. I cleared my throat before responding.
"Sorry, about that. Yes, I'd love to." I tried to sound as careless as I could, like it was no bid deal, and that I got asked out by adorable older guys all the time.
"Cool. I'll pick you up at eight. Talk to you tomorrow." He said before hanging up. I continued to hold the phone to my ear, silently praying to hear his voice one more time.
Once I was sure our conversation had ended, I tossed my phone on my bedstand. Flopping down on my bed, I let me down comforter engulf me as I let out a blissful sigh. James Marloe had asked me on a date. Could this be any better?
