Steps {Sequel to Patience} | Charlie Jones

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The American sunlight streamed through the windows, a bright light occupied the floor, brightening up the entire room.
The girls weren't up yet, and I was still trying to work out the time difference. Throughout the night I lay awake, due to the time differences, or my insomnia.
I thought about Reece all night, and I couldn't help myself, but I needed him. I wanted to talk with him and explain to him about how I'm worried, he'd make me feel safe, I know he could.

I dawdled into the minuscule bathroom, tugging the light open. I stood in front of the greasy mirror, close to tears. I wasn't enjoying myself here, I was completely isolated from everyone. I'd left all the friends I had, bar Charlie, back at home. Even though Charlie was here, I shared two lessons with him, and even at dinner time and lunch he wouldn't be around.

I undressed myself and hopped into the shower, where I was drowned in my thoughts yet again.
Shortly after drying myself there was a loud knock at the door, and I could only wonder who was knocking at 7am in the morning.
As quietly as I possibly could, I opened the door, terrified of who may be lurking behind.
Need I not of been scared as it was only Charlie, who had too suffered last night.

I refused to let him in, considering the girls who I shared the room with. I didn't want to wake them and get on the bad side of them, I needed as many friends as I possibly could here.

I clasped onto Charlie's hand and tugged him into the corridor.
"I couldn't sleep." He spoke quietly as we both perched down on the maroon, patterned carpet.

"Neither." I agreed with him.

"We should do something together today." Charlie admitted, looking over and smiling at me, his innocent eyes seeped right into me. He looked adorable.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, breakfast seemed like a great option, and I honestly could not wait to try all the American food, as unhealthy and fattening it is.

"Well breakfast first!" Charlie exclaimed, laughing. His whole face brightened, his pristine teeth were on display, his nose wrinkled and his cheeks glowing rose.

"Definitely." I agreed, returning his happiness and smiling back. It was impossible to be sad with Charlie around, for he made the most depressing things in life cheerful.

"There's a diner on campus, I guess. Well anyway, there should be one close by." He spoke, I nodded. The clothes we were both wearing were okay, but it made us look like the typical, haggered, college students, which we both were. There was no doubt about it, but neither of us were going to be walking out of the college looking like this.

"I need to get changed." I bluntly replied, speaking for the both of us. "But that'll be lovely." I smiled.

"Meet me down in the main reception in let's say half an hour?" Charlie inquired and I nodded, that should be enough time for me to get changed.

"Okay." I smiled heaving myself up off of the ground and dusting myself off. Charlie mirroring my actions.
I gave him a small wave before returning back inside to my dorm to get ready.

The girls were still sound asleep when I returned, none of them had budged.
I lunged over to my suitcase to get the first top and pair of jeans I could see. I grabbed the both of them and went to change in the bathroom. My hair was a tangled mess and still slightly damp, I would risk it and dry it, but again it was only 7am and I didn't want to wake anyone.
I squeezed into my jeans and placed my over-sized, thick top on.
The only shoes I had were some old faded converse, and they were beside the door.
I smiled at myself in the mirror, before sighing and walking out to collect my make-up. At least that's the one thing that can make my face look decent.
I drew on a thin layer of eyeliner, and coated my lashes in mascara. I applied some tinted lip balm onto my dry lips and combed my eyebrows, I mean that's as good as I was going to get.