Angela

Angela- Chapter six

He lingers in my mind, round every corner I look there's his face. His adorable crooked smile that I'm so wild about... Every time I am still enough I feel his breath on my neck, once I can even swear I smelt his beautiful scent, dancing on the draughts that blow uncontrollably through my family's ancient house. I try to forget about him, to banish the replaying of the kiss from my mind forever. He's probably got a girlfriend already with eyes like that, I tell myself for the umpteenth time, and I immediately feel his amazing green eyes resting on mine, as beautiful as the snow in winter, as warm as the sun in summer. It's just a one night stand! I don't realise that I've said it aloud until I hear the echoes of my own tinny voice bouncing off the filthy walls. So small, so worthless, so unworthy of the angel that George is, he can't really love that, can he?

Yes he can, he does, he as good as said so himself, I remember our parting words like I've never remembered anything before. He loves you, Angela, and you love him. Don't hide from it, cherish it, love is precious. You have his number so invite him out, make an effort, this is the one you've been waiting for all your life. I run my fingers over the hard bulge that is my tiny cellphone, I know I should call him, butwhat if I screw up and ruin everything?
It takes bravery and what has to be every muscle in my body before I send the text.

He replies exactly a minute after I press the send button.

Hi, gorgeous, how are you. Still hyperventilating, you know not many girls get to feel the glory of my lips.

I laugh, my giggle rushing through the house, bouncing into my ears and away, then back to my ears again. I love how he makes me feel so light and happy, I like how sarcastic he is, how witty and irrevocably cool. I need someone like this in my life, I feel a rush of happiness at his words, he remembers. Still hearing the traces of my silly laughter dissolve from the musty air, I text him back.

Oh, wow, count my pulse for me now!

It's weak, its not funny, it's stupid. But its enough.  I wonder if bck in his own home he's thinking as I'm thinking, if I really love him, he's laughing a beautiful laugh but hearing it in his own ears as a weak tinny one that I'll never love...
I am distracted by the arrival of another message.

Woah, gorgeous, slow down. You don't want to scare off your lover now do you?

Oh my God. He called me gorgeous, and he's my lover! I dance around the tiny living area of my house. He really does love me, I feel a surge of pride and happiness and the same rush of love that comes every time I am or feel I am with him. I'm his love! After one night!

I've never felt so happy.