My Party Life

Beauty Is All I See

Saturday, morning

You feel your pockets and realize that you don't have your phone with you. "MYSTERIOUS GUY!!" You call out. He comes running upstairs. "Mysterious guy?" He said, laughing. "Shut up.. It's not my fault you didn't tell me your name" You said, pouting. "It's not my fault you didn't ask" He replied, crossing his arms. "Ugh whatever" "Where's my phone?" You asked him. "Downstairs" "It fell from your pocket when I carried you" He answered. "Wait...." You look at your clothes. This wasn't what you were wearing yesterday. "Who changed me?!.." You asked, surprised. "I did.. But, goddamn that body was beauty" He said, winking. "YOU CAN'T JUST KIDNAP A LADY AND THEN CHANGE HER CLOTHES WITHOUT HER PERMISSION!!" You shouted. "True.. Well anyway, come downstairs for breakfast" He tried changing the subject.. Again. "I can't move!" You scoffed. "Let me pick you up" He replied. "NO!.. Ugh, fine" You said. That was the only way. You had no choice. He picked you up and took you downstairs for breakfast. The foods' aroma was so good. "Mmm!! It smells great!" You said, closing your eyes. "Thanks, I cooked it" He replied, smiling. He placed you on the chair and you began eating. There were pancakes and bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs. It was all so good! He made you coffee too. "Wow, thank you!" You said politely. "Did you think I'd kill you?" He asked, raising one brow. "Well.. Yeah, I did." You replied. "Why did you take me anyway..?" You asked. "I took you because I wanted someone to take care of" He continued. "I lost someone very close to me, and I lost my mind.. So I grabbed you because you looked like her" He went on, stuffing food in his mouth aggressively. "Aw, I get it.. But I still have friends that must be worried sick for me right now" You replied. "This isn't the right choice for you to make" You said, trying to convince him to let you go. "Stop it. I will lock you up in that room if you ever try to escape!" He replied, hitting the table. You sit quietly. Tears fall down your cheeks. You try covering it up with your hair. "Oh come on. Don't cry! I didn't mean it like that!" He says. "Then HOW did you mean it?!" "You made me cry, and now you're telling me not to?" You replied, pushing the food plate away. "No wonder women are so sensitive to every little word." He replied back, rolling his eyes. You scoffed.

Your thoughts

What was he trying to say? That women are not good enough for men? Or that women are cry babies? Is he trying to tell me I'm not worth kidnapping?! I am worth kidnapping! Wait.. I don't like being kidnapped but.. Here I am. Life is crazy.

9:34 AM

"Are you alright?" He asked. "H-huh? ... Yeah, I'm fine." You replied, looking down. "I'm sorry" He says, looking at you. "Whatever.." You say, shaking your head. "Alright" he replies. "Wanna watch TV with me?" He asks. "Why not..? I have nothing else to do" You replied, sighing. "Wait! You didn't tell me your name" You say. "Call me Trayvon" He replied, giving you a wink before he heads off to the TV. ... "Hey! Pick me up!" You say, waving your hands. "Oopsies, I forgot your legs were broken" He said, laughing. "MY LEGS AREN'T BROKEN, IDIOT!" "You're the one who hurt me" You scoffed. "Whatever" He replies.

10:15, watching TV

"What channel you wanna watch?" He asks you. "I don't know, you pick" You reply.