The Time He Saw Her

The Tenth Time He Saw Her

The tenth time he saw her, she stood at his porch with a pizza in hand.

He had opened the door without a shirt. It hadn't been his intention, he just thought it was his mother who had forgotten something. Both of their eyes grew wide as they ended up face to face with the other. Both blushed. Though, she was the first one to compose herself and form words.

"May I come in?"

He had known she was coming. After all, he had been the one who texted her and asked if she wanted to spend the evening doggy-sitting with him. He had said that he didn't want to be along with the monster. They both knew that the real reason was that he didn't want her to spend time alone with her father, since it was a Friday night and he had just gotten paid.

They hadn't brought it up during the whole evening. Maybe it was an unspoken agreement. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe they both just didn't want to ruin their horror-marathon night.

Maybe because his head was spinning with thoughts. Maybe because he was more scared of the power this girl had over him than the horrific scenes that played out on the television, even if they made her squeal and bury her head in his shoulder.