But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected.
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I dangled off the bed, my hair spread out in all directions. Peter had let- ahem- forced me to stay with him for the time being.
I was currently looking for some job openings. So far, McDonalds, Larry's, and a bunch of other fast food places. But I really didn't want to work there. Just- so boring.
I mean, in the end, it's just money and all, but shouldn't I enjoy it?
I'm seriously so selfish.
After an hour of debating between jobs, I came upon a website looking for people to work at a coffee shop. I smiled. I liked coffee. I hadn't had it in forever, but ever since I tasted it, it was love at first sight.
Or taste.
Peter knocked on the door, and I let him in. He peered over at my cellphone.
"Hey, that's where I work!" he smiled.
My eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yeah." he said, sitting down next to me.
"I should probably apply, so that we could work toge-" I said, before stopping myself.
But Peter had already heard my loose words.
"Never knew you loved me so much," he replied.
I froze.
Love was both something that we had never understood. Never felt for a long time.
"It was a joke," Peter said quietly.
I started to trace the bedspread. "I'll apply for the job."
Peter nodded, walking out the room.
Well that went very well.
I had sold my bicycle for some cash when I left. I mean, how else was I going to get going?
I silently snuck out of the window, padding closer and closer to Central Park. My favorite place. It was just so relaxing, so peaceful, so beautiful.
Everything I'm not.
I swung my legs over the bench, looking at the dimming sky. It was almost December, about the time I had left. Not much had really changed, maybe a few things.
How had I gotten so attached in a matter of a few months? It wasn't something I did often. Get attached. I was so used to the pack up and leave manner, that maybe my heart wanted a change.
It's so funny how your heart leads your mind. Even if your mind can trick your heart. But the heart's purpose will always be pounding in the back of our heads.
Pulling out my phone, I sent in a quick resume, crossing my fingers that I would get the job. Hopefully, I could move out and find a place of my own. Get back on my feet. Live my life.
