Layla Webster
I'm nothing special, you know. All I am is this girl in her early 20s that decided to chase a dream with her best friend, sitting here reminds me that I'm nothing more than a person sitting in the same room as other people. I am fine with that, I like to observe.
I felt like I was the one watching, never the one being watched. When I'd sit alone in a room with Alex it's almost like he was trying to please this invisible audience. I didn't mind listening, pretending that I cared. It's what I thought I was made for.
Though, as I sit here in this lightly crowed bar on a Saturday evening. I finally feel like I'm being watched, by him. He doesn't even seem to care about the other people around us, his eyes haven't left mine since we entered the bar.
"You think too much." Jake says, he had a huge smile on his face.
"There's nothing going on in my brain, lights are on but nobody's home." I say before taking a sip of my drink.
Jake playfully rolls his eyes at me, then taking a sip of his drink. This bar is flooded with all types of people in their own world, I wonder if they could feel how nervous I was. The alcohol was starting to get to me, and I wanted to kiss him.
"Aren't you afraid that your viewers might catch us out together?" I ask.
Jake laughs to himself. "Most of my viewers are to young to even buy lottery tickets, let alone get into a bar."
I roll my eyes, Jake smirks to himself bringing his hand towards my neck, fixing the cross on my choker.
"I think I could pull one of these off, what do you think?" Jake asks, still softly touching my neck.
I look up at him, smiling to myself imagining how pretty he'd look in my chokers.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like, what?" I say softly, leaving my hand to rest on his shoulder ever so slightly playing with one of the many waves in his hair that fell down to his collar bones.
Jake smiles to himself, quickly looking way then placing his hand over his mouth. His cheeks were becoming red and you could see his dimples becoming deeper, lord, save me.
"What?" I giggle, Jake looks at me, then wrapping his arms around me, pulling in for a tight hug.
"I can't contain myself around you." Jake whispers into my ear softly, so soft that you could hardly even hear the words from his mouth escape his lips.
I feel like a teenager again, the nervousness of being around a guy that you like is something I never thought I'd feel again. The innocence of blushing, giggling at everything they say, the awkwardness that was so awkward it was cute. I needed to feel this again.
Pulling away from the hug I smile at Jake, he smiles back. "Are you drunk?"
"Maybe a little."
"I think, we should go for a cigarette." I say, then interlocking my hand with Jake's
Jake nods at me, then guiding the two of out towards the exit so we could go smoke.
Once we both made it outside, we almost instantly light up our cigarettes. You could still hear the music from inside playing, it sounded like Drake. There were other people outside too, almost obnoxious from the alcohol talking a bit too loud.
"It's so warm, even during the night. I don't think I'll ever get used to it." I say.
"What do you mean? are not from here." Jake asks.
"Nope, Canada." I say nonchalantly, Jake looked absolutely in shock.
"Canada? what the fuck, I've never seen you chug a bottle of maple syrup."
