W.A.T.D

Chapter 9 Soup - her perspective

Estimated reading time - 4 minutes 40 seconds

In my room, staring at the ceiling. What just happened? Not a clue. My face is hot, and my heart is pounding, did he really kiss me or was I just imagining it?
If so it was a very vivid dream, and if so why would I think about that? Ray broke me, my mind is focused only on him, I have to see him, feel him, t- no. I can not be thinking about that!
It was just a kiss i shouldn't be expecting more I mean, he practically ran away from me!
He could have regretted what he did and left, maybe I tasted bad?
It could have just been that he needed to leave, but why so fast?

After a while of contemplating, I decided to text him. Then I spend another thirty minutes trying to decide what to say. I eventually settled on
"Can I come over tomorrow? We need to talk." which may have sounded a bit aggressive but it's too late now.
I sent the text at about eight, and he didn't respond. He didn't even read it!
I know I shouldn't worry if he hasn't read it, but this is pretty early to be going to sleep.
Maybe something is wrong? Maybe he never wants to talk to me again? Maybe his house exploded?
Who knows, but whatever it was I'm going to think about is until he responds, the curse of being 'romanced' by that emo fuck boy...

I got up around seven, I always get up early on the weekends.
He still has not responded, He is most likely asleep, so I need to stop thinking about it.
So I try to distract myself, by making food, eating said food, and working on homework.
Three and a half hours later, just as I was starting to forget about it, my phone buzzed and I pounced on it, abandoning my work immediately.
He finally texted back, only fourteen hours and thirty-two minutes after I sent it. Ok, maybe I didn't forget about it, but still! I did something other than waiting by my phone for his text, and I'll take it as a win.
"im sick steer clear :(" Perfect, just perfect, he just had to get sick. You know what? I'm going to see him anyway. A little sick never hurt anyone! Well it did, but not in this instance.
"Perfect, be there in an hour" I send back, throwing my phone on the couch and leaving to go make him some soup.

I grab my keys, container of soup in hand.
"Mom I'm leaving!" I call out to the house, no idea where she is but she has a phone, she can text me if she doesn't hear me and goes looking later.
When I get in the car I text him that I'm on my way, he responds with "cool sys :p"
what does sys mean? Guess I can ask when I get there.

When I get to his house, I knock softly, he opens it immediately as if he was waiting for me at the door. He is wearing a mask, I know I won't be able to hear him well with it on.
I hand him the soup, reaching up and pulling his mask down. I grab a fistful of his hoodie, pulling him into an aggressive kiss.
He leans into it for a second, before pushing me off. I wipe my mouth and he yells at me.
"What the fuck Eliza! I'm sick!"
"I know, now you don't have to wear the mask around me." I say happily as I walk inside past him, he is frozen in his spot, dumbfounded as to what I just did. It makes me smile to see him be the flustered one for once.
He finally closes the door, taking off his mask and stuffing it in his pocket to be forgotten.
"Shit this is hot, how did you hold this for so long?" he asks, putting the soup container down on the counter of his kitchen.
I look around his house, it's bigger than I expected. Very high-quality furniture and an absolutely huge TV in the living room. With how he dressed, I kind of assumed he lived under a bridge.
"Are you rich or something?" I ask casually as I pick up some weird decoration on a side table. Is this supposed to be art?
"No, my parents are. Let's go to my room," I quickly put the... thing back down on the table, and he grabs my hand, leading me through the house, telling me where the bathroom is on the way.
He opens the door dramatically, bowing as I walk in like I'm royalty. It's obvious he scrambled to clean before I got here, sweet gesture but shit job.
"This would be my room." he said as he walked in with me, closing the door. WHY did he close the door? What is he expecting is going to happen?
I drop my bag by his bed and flop down onto it face-first. It smells like him, I love that smell. I flip over so I'm facing the ceiling, looking up at everything he has up there.
It's surprisingly well decorated, and the only room that looks like his own, everything else is so bland and contemporary. This room feels like I'm looking in his brain, messy and... well... kind of just messy.
I look over to the left, seeing his cluttered desk, then I spot his small bottle of expensive-looking cologne. I immediately get up and scurry over to look at it.
It's heavy, glass, crystal maybe? I bring it to my nose and take a deep breath, yep that's definitely it.
I hear him chuckling slightly behind me, and I turn around, glaring at him.
"What! It's cute, am I not allowed to watch you?" he said with a big crooked smile, his eyes briefly glancing over me. I scoff and turn back around to his desk, looking at all the little trinkets and... paper swans?
This guy is so random, I mean one day he's holding a knife to my neck and now he has a collection of tiny paper swans. I pick one up and I feel his hand on my shoulder.
"Be careful, they're delicate." he says, guiding my hand to put it back where it was.
"You are, so weird," I say softly, turning around, finding him leaning against the edge of the desk, his face inches from mine.
I'm kind of trapped right now, his hands on either side of me on the desk's edge, I can't tell if this was an accident or if he is trying to torture me.
"Raymond..." I whisper, my voice barely audible over my pounding heart.
"Yes, Eliza?" he responded with a big smile, He was teasing me. So this was on purpose! Sneaky little fucker...

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HAH GET CLIFFHANGERED <3
(Also sorry I took so long to write this...)