Is Your Heart Bound To Me?

so goddamn childish.

I turned on the TV and muted it with captions. The only sounds around me were mine and Payton's breathing. I looked back over at him. It was crazy to think about. I had a stranger on my couch. 

After all of this I couldn't tell anyone, my sisters would be mad at me. They did love him after all, though I could barely tell why. He was cute. But he was also childish enough that I wouldn't be surprised if he had a temper tantrum on the ground. I really hated people like him. He had things handed to him his entire life. 

Everything my family had, we worked hard for, so hard Pops even collapsed from exhaustion for a week after overdoing himself. I wondered if he had ever known what it felt like to not eat for a few days to save money. Or if his grandparents refused to meet him because they were poor. I wondered if he even knew what it was like to just take the bad hand you were dealt and not complain. To make it into something. 

He didn't. He was spoiled rotten and a stupid celebrity. I would never befriend a celebrity or much less date one. He opened his eyes. I was laying on my side, staring at him as my black curls tumbled off the side of the bed. 

He silently looked back at me, his eyes widening a bit before he relaxed. He was laying on his side, eyes in line with mine. "Hey, Payt," I smirked and he looked at me, suddenly unimpressed. "I see we're doing nicknames now." 

I nodded, pushing the covers off of myself and sitting crisscross applesauce next to the couch. "Let's do something fun." His eyes narrowed and then he rolled onto his back, rubbing the sleep out of his face. "I'm scared at what your idea of fun might be." My eyes lowered smugly. 

"Aw don't worry, promise there is no need to be scared." I stood up quickly and ran to the bathroom to get ready. "Wait, what are we even doing?"                                                                                     "It's a surprise!" I say. 

It really was fun to drag someone around. He walked into the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth. He leaned against the doorframe of it as I spit. "Hey, you still haven't told me your name." I shrug and rinse out the toothbrush. 

"Do you really need it?" He nods. "No, you don't," I say and pat his chest, walking past him and out of the bathroom. He stomps his foot. 

"I won't go." I turned back to face him. I click my tongue. "Are you really that Payton guy? I mean, my sisters told me he was so cool and cute and powerful at commanding the room. You don't really fit the description." His eyebrow lifts. 

"Your sisters came to my show." I sighed. "Yes, they were within the many many girls in the crowd." I sat on the edge of my bed. He looked down at the cozy carpet with inquisitive eyes.

"You won't find me. So stop looking. After this, I plan to disappear from your crazy little life. Enjoy me while you can." I say and then I grab my makeup bag from my suitcase and start my application process. His eyes follow me. "What makes you think I'm enjoying it?" I look at him through the mirror while applying the final touches to the gloss on my lips. 

"You are still here. And you're staring." I look at him, smug as his face acquires a pinkish tint. He looked nice like that. But once more, not my type of nice. He rolled his eyes and folded his arms on his chest muttering, "Well where else could I go?"