You can do no wrong in my eyes. [Goldberg x Montrose]

Ive Got My Eye On You

"Wait what? You're leaving?--- you're not a burden, won't you stay?" I hear Jonathan plead as I put on the new sweater he gave me.

Smells like old books.

He has such a desperate look in his eyes that it's hard to tell him no. His eyebrows raise in a last desperate attempt to make me stay.

"I'm sorry Johnathan. I wish I could, but I have a packed day tomorrow. Full of work from sunup to sun down" I explain to him

He looks disappointed and it kills me to see him this way.

I walk over to him and rub his shoulder.
"Maybe another time then?" I offer.

He nods with little energy, but I can tell he truly understands. 
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Maybe I did jump the gun a little by practically begging him to stay.

But I felt something there, in between us.

The tension was like a wall separating us with a tiny window through it that I barely looked in; at least not while he was looking through it.

I stole glances through this window as much as I could because at the very most, I admired Rhys.

He was more than a friend, he was someone I looked up to. I noticed how he sat, how he pronounces his words, how he fiddles with his watch when he's talking, and how his eyebrows raise when he is spoken to.

I admire him with every inch of my being. But- if there was tension, if something was truly there- I can't help but let my doubts and trust issues settle in by asking:

And if something was truly there, why did he reject my invitation?

My doubtful thoughts expand and grow like a virus infecting every inch of my body from my feet to my heart and head and back down again.

What if he's lying about having a busy day?

What if all of these nice gestures and subtle actions are all just a show of amusement for himself?

I decided on my own that I will not be hurt again and that I will put Rhys to the test.

I will find out if Rhys is lying for myself.
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Last night I did some research on Mr Rhys Montrose.

He keeps a video blog about his favorite spots in London.
Most notable is a little Indian food joint called "Tandoori Tradition".

Which is where I'm at right now. I've been following Rhys all morning and I'm satisfied to say so far he hasn't lied to me.

All morning he's been cooped up in his house writing who knows what, and now I've followed him out here for a lunch break.

After lunch he takes a trip to the library, and checks out a few books. I notice he favors 'whodunits' the lowest form of literature in my opinion.

With about 10 books in his arms, all varying in size and lengths, he walks out the library to his car almost toppling over.

He struggles as he opens the passenger door and stuffs his own little library inside. Then pivoting on his left foot he walks around the front of his car and jumps in the front seat.

While waiting for him to pull off I quickly get into my car. Watching him and shielding my face with my baseball cap.

Suddenly his car drives off a bit slow and in the midst of following him, I realize he's going to my house.

Why is he going to my house?

I need to beat him back so he doesn't know that I was following him the whole day.

Lucky for me, I can see Rhys is getting a bit lost because he is driving quite slow, so I take this moment to take a shortcut and make it to my apartment complex just in time.

I walk through my door relocking all my locks and sigh out of pure exhaustion. I practically had to run up my steps to make sure Rhys didn't suspect anything.

Before I could sit down on my own couch I heard a knock.

A quick knock, very rushed, like he was trying not to drop something.

I walk back over to my door and unlock all the locks and open the door with a face that doesn't reveal that I knew it was him visiting.

"Surprise!" He gushed with a grin that shut his eyes.

Up close, I can really see how many books he really brought. Almost 12 are stacked up, turning his fingers purple from holding them so long.

"Oh!" —— "Rhys!- what a surprise I was actually just thinking of you." I recalled opening the door wider.

He waddles in with a groan over to my table and plops the books down and immediately falls to his knees.

"My goodness!" He huffs "Jonathan I am fully tuckered out"

Oh I know. Is what I would have said but he doesn't know that I know the work he's done today.

He deserves a rest.

"You are very welcome to sleep on my couch for a bit." I smile walking over to him.

He looks up at me with eyes that tell me a thousand 'thank yous'. And his hands reach up to me like he knew that I  would grab them instantly.

I help him up and take him to my couch. Then I turned swiftly to grab him some blankets, but when I turned back to give them to him, he was already asleep.

I snicker to myself because I've learned two things about Rhys in these five minutes he's been here,
He is VERY dramatic
He falls asleep impressively fast

Maybe when he wakes up he can tell me why he brought all of these 'whodunit' books.