He looked up in surprise. Shit- I don't even know him, but he didn't either until he asked me for coffee, so I guess that's a good sign right?. Shit I shouldn't have asked. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Hey I'd really like to, but I should actually get going, call a car or someone".
Of course, what the hell was I thinking of? He does not look like the type to fall in love and go on a romantic adventure and that's good because I'm not that type either. And I've got a pretty tight schedule tonight, and no time for boys who don't know what they want in life. Okay play it cool.
"That's cool I was thinking you didn't have anywhere to go so you could just.. yeah anyway that's good. So where is it you live?". WHAT. AM I TRYING TO LOOK LIKE A STALKER? My mouth needs to shut the hell up and let my brain take over. Now.
"Huntington Beach WOOOT! " He laughed and I couldn't help but smile at his excitement, "It's about an hour from here so I'm not sure the city cabs would take me". Finally I understood what all the hysteria and phone calls were about and was kind of relieved, to be honest. Reminding myself of how dark it had got outside I snapped back to reality and jumped out of my chair.
"Well it's pretty dark so I should heading home. So um nice meetin-" I reached out to shake his hand, but before realizing it, he jumped in front of me and before I could finish my sentence and almost whispered the words, "do you want me to take you home?". I froze, staring up at his eyes. This is so confusing, what does he want? I knew he was just wasting time, messing around, but something in his eyes was so genuine and I couldn't help but let my guard down and trust him. Just looking at him, took my mind off everything, and I hated that impact he had on me. No one was ever able to make me let loose like that and I hated not being able to control myself. BUT there was no harm in letting him take me home. So I didn't even answer, continued staring into the big brown eyes which were staring back at me and slightly nodded.
The air outside was now less and the night was calm. I wanted to avoid the main street commotion so I lead him through the small streets. It was not as safe, but I knew that I had nothing to worry about. His phone rang once again and he made a face looking down on it. I couldn't help but smile wide as he picked up. "Yeah? Yes finally! Um can you pick me up from.. hold on a sec". He turned and asked me my address, giving it to the agency for them to come and pick him up.
"That is no way to get a girl's address you know!", I teased as he hang up the phone.
"Works for me" he winked and I froze, realizing we were almost there. Shit. My apartment literally had two pieces of furniture and food all over the kitchen.
I stopped at the building door and searched in my bag for the key. Please don't find it, please don't find i- there it is. Okay, I'm just going to have to lie in order for him not to understand what a complete mess I am. I reached for the lock, and as he pushed the door open a strong smell rushed out.
"Sorry about that, my neighbors are rebels so they probably burnt their house down".
When we reached my apartment I couldn't help but play with the lock before we got in. It was all coming to me now. I barely knew this boy and I had had coffee with him, shared almost all my life experiences and now letting him into my house. This has been such a surrealistic day.
"Cool crib!" Apparently he didn't mind the lack of furniture or the choking smell of spilled coffee. I think this was the first time I stepped into my apartment and actually felt okay- as in not-completely-hating- life okay. Unfortunately, feeling okay made me see what an actual hell my apartment looked like, so I don't know where he got the 'cool' from. I rushed and opened the two windows, and sighed as fresh air came in. I had forgotten how good it feels to just let go. I closed my eyes and leaned out, breathing in deeply the air that flowed along. I heard an engine stop by downstairs and elevator boy's phone went on. I can't believe I still call him that, and I can't believe I still can't remember what song that is, every time his ringtone goes on. But I couldn't be bothered at the moment because I finally felt so peaceful. Apparently, I was leaning a little too far, and I felt my foot slip and my heart stop as I lost balance. I tried to reach out with my hands, tried to grab something, but as my head leaned down, there was nothing to hold on to. Holding my breath and letting out a scream, I shut my eyes terrified.
Two arms grabbed my waste with so much force I thought my spine would be broken. I opened my eyes and I was floating in the air, feet in the apartment, head out. I could feel his hands still holding on with all strength, softly pulling me inside. I ducked my head and he let go as my feet were back on the floor. I was still trembling from the shock and he looked at me with concern.
"Thanks" I muttered and collapsed, sitting on the floor. He kneeled and whispered that he had to go, and quickly turned. I could tell from his tone he was upset. This stupid fairytale had gone too far and I was mad at myself for allowing that to happen. I wish he would just be gone already and stop messing around. It was fun while it lasted but we're not children, and I'm not about to start acting like one. This was all going to be forgotten tomorrow and I was going to get back to my unfinished business. What actually mattered, and wasn't some kindergarten game. I stared down, waiting for him to shut the door, but the door remained open and I looked up in curiosity, to find his eyes stuck on mine. I couldn't help but pucker my lips in anger, but I knew he had done nothing wrong. It was me, I was the one who fell for his stupid game. I calmed myself and looked down and then back up for a final goodbye.
He smiled faintly and changed my whole world as he closed the door, "I'll call you". I questioned the words as the door slammed shut, and turned to look at my phone, which was laying open on the bed. .
Oh my God. He took my number.
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