No one ever goes down to the lounge. Our complex is full of adults who work all day. Of course, I guess they probably do pop down here during cocktail hour. I get kicked out by then. No ID means nowhere near alcohol. I have a fake. Sometimes at night I run my fingers over the glossy surface and look at the smiling girl in the picture. I went on lots of adventures with that thing.
Now, I am getting ready to sit on one of the pleather armchairs when my phone buzzes in my back pocket.
Of course he's calling now. I've only been pining for a message from him the past two days. I keep reimagining the way he looked at me. Was it all in my head? Sparks of nervousness roll over me as I tap, 'answer.'
"Hello?" I say, trying my hardest to sound pretty. As if you can sound pretty on the phone. Can you? Somebody please tell me I'm so out of touch with this junk.
"Hey. Is this Shilo?" Nope. Question answered. You can sound attractive over the phone. I can hear his smile and it's contagious.
"Yeah it is. This is Noah, right?" I grin.
"Yes, this is the handsome stranger you met the other night." He teases. His joke is awful. I gag a bit. Oh well, we've all got flaws, right? Those flaws aren't as important when you're as beautiful as this kid.
"What's up?" I ask.
"I was just thinking about you. Is there any chance you're free tonight?" He muses.
I glance at my laptop. Before I can stop myself a blunt, "Yes." Slips from my lips. Embarrassed, I scoff. "Sorry. That wasn't very smooth. I meant to say. Hmm... I think I might be free tonight."
He laughs on the other end.
"It was cute. I was hoping you'd want to come over. I know you like art and I just found a documentary on Frida Kahlo." He chuckles.
I've seen it. I've seen it so many times I've begun to hate it. But when a cute guy invites you over to his house, you go.
"That sounds great." I proclaim.
"Rad. I'll text you my address." He decides.
"Okay. See you in a bit." I promise.
//So funny story. I totally don't even remember writing the last chapter. I like to write later at night, because it's when I have a spare minute, and suddenly I logged on here and there was a chapter. So, that's why it's completely irrelevant to the story. Forgive me. Now that the story is sort of laid out, things should be a bit more engrossing from this point on. Thanks for sticking with me so farXD//
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Museums
Teen Fiction"we are all museums of fear" -charles bukowski Shilo has always faded. Like a small detail in a large painting, she considers herself insignificant in the universe. Noah is full of confidence. He's always been on exhibit for the world to see. When...
