Husband of My Dreams

Chapter Two

After a few weeks, we were back to seeing them at a different park. I set my chair up near the stage so I was in the front row, yet still under the tent in case it rained. My sister set my moms chair on the right of me, placing her own chair next to that. I sat as the intro for the band played, everyone clapping and cheering. I'm gonna regret sitting so close to the speakers. Elijah ran on stage, once again wearing shades. Damn. "So during the show, I'm gonna go down by you guys and sit in one of your laps. I'm talking to you." He pointed in my direction before lifting his glasses and winking.

"He's talking to you." My dad poked me in the back with his cane.

"Shut up, no he's not." I blushed, looking down at my hands.

"Don't look away." I looked up to see Elijah staring at me. Well, my direction. Damn sunglasses!

Elijah hopped off the stage and my heart started to race. I leaned away as he got closer and he went to the lady behind me, sitting in her lap. Sighing in relief, I leaned back to the position I was sitting in. As he walked past, I felt his hand brush against my shoulder. My eyes slightly widened and I looked at him. He just smiled. That boy...

"Promise me something." He said as he got back on stage. "Let's have a fun time even if it r-a-i-n-s. Let's hope the weather-man can't spell." He chuckled. "That's what I do with my four-year-old." The chords to Centuries by Fall Out Boy met my ears, but I spaced out. Four-year-old? But he looks like he's 20... Maybe he's married, too. Screw maybe, he probably is. I looked up to see Elijah staring at me... Well, my direction, still singing. He rose his eyebrow and I rose mine. The song came to an end and a guitar pick landed in my lap. My eyes traveled to the guitarist and he smiled at me. I slightly smiled back, tucking the pick in my pocket as another pick flew over my head to someone behind me.

We packed our chairs and I looked around for my notebook and pen.

"Looking for this?" A soft voice spoke behind me.

I turned and looked at Elijah, who was holding my notebook and pen. "Uhm... Yeah..." I put my hand out and he handed them to me, softly smiling. "Thanks." I smiled slightly and left to catch up with my mom, my dad lagging behind as usual.

As I wrote in my notebook, my iPhone vibrated next to me, jerking me from my thoughts. A number popped up along with a simple hi. My eyebrow rose and I slid the notification to open it. "Who's this?" I texted, going back to writing about the band. My iPhone vibrated again as a picture came through. I nervously slid the notification, curious yet frightened at what the picture could be. Elijahs' face appeared, his sunglasses off. Chocolate brown eyes... I stared at the picture. Someone could have just taken this and pretend to be him.

I jumped again as my phone vibrated for the third time. "Don't believe me?"

"Why would I?" How could anyone get my number, including him? My thoughts traveled back to when my dad was lagging behind. Could he...? FaceTime started to go off with the number appearing. I bit my lip and tapped accept, making sure the phone was at an angle where I looked good, my heart racing at the thought of talking to anyone.

"Hi." Elijah smiled.

"So it is you, huh?"

"I think so; let me check." He started pulling at his cheeks and I giggled. "Yup, it's me."

"Don't your cheeks hurt now?"

"A little." He shrugged. "But do you believe me?" I nodded. "Good."

"How um... How'd you get my number?"

"Your dad gave it to me."

I groaned, rolling my eyes, my heart pace slowly returning to normal. "Of course he did."

"So when will I see you next?"

My cheeks got hot. Why did he want to know? "I'm not sure. Tomorrow, maybe?"

"Tomorrow? Already?" He rose an eyebrow, smiling.

"Yeah, tomorrow." I whispered. Something changed in his voice, but I can't tell what. Did he not want me there? "Why, not want me there?" I half-joked, yet was curious.

"It's not that... I-It's just..." He looked around before the call ended. I shrugged and put my phone on its charger, going into deep thought before falling asleep. Weird boy.