psycho

"apple couch"

Vernon sat in his bed, wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt, throwing up a small ball and catching it. He had called today. And the day before. She probably was avoiding him. He was always problematic. It was something about him. But she had just met him. Did he already put a bad impression of himself out there?

He decided to call again. Maybe she'd answer.

The line rung. Ring.. ring.. He groaned and hung up. He hadn't thought about going over there. He was afraid of invading her privacy. This time, it didn't matter to him. He needed to speak to her.

He threw on a flannel over his shirt, grabbed his keys and flung open his bedroom door.

"Mom, I'm going." He yelled towards the kitchen. A soft okay was heard and he headed down into the shop. He gave a quick wave to his father behind the counter and dashed out of the doors. He went into the parking lot and ran straight for his car. He slid into the drivers seat and turned on the car.

I need to speak to her. He thought. He was having withdrawals of a girl he only had hung out with for a day.

He blasted J.Cole while on the road and pulled up to her house. He quickly turned his music down and killed the ignition. He straightened out his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair once before climbing out of the car and heading to the front door.

He gave it a solid three knocks and patiently stood outside of the maroon colored door.

Please, someone open up. He begged to himself. The door slowly opened and there she stood wearing grey sweat shorts and an a flannel identical to the one Vernon was wearing.

"Hey.." He said.

"Oh it's you." She rolled her eyes. He seemed taken aback.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I was expecting a friend who flew in from Chicago and you're definitely not her." Marisol said and closed the door.

Vernon stopped the door midway to close. "Let me in."

She scoffed. "You basically invited yourself here. Knock yourself out." She headed towards a door by the kitchen.

He stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. He followed where she went and headed down the stairs to her basement.

She sat on a couch across the room munching on an apple, one earphone in. The music blasted from the other earphone. She softly sang along with her favorite tune, The Run and Go. He watched her and sat on the other couch that was vertically across from her.

She noticed him sitting there and shook her head. What is he here for? She thought.

"I need to talk to you." He blurted. She pauses her music and made eye contact.

"About what?"

"Us."

Marisol looked at him blankly. "What 'Us'? There is no 'us'. There never was an 'us'. You never asked me out, you never even.." She trailed off. She shook her head and sighed.

Vernon looked at the floor. "I mean I want there to be an 'us'." He said and she shook her head in disbelief.

"Hmph," She said. "We met four days ago and you want a relationship. You're off your rocker if you think I'll just give in to that. If you want me, you're going to have to prove it." She said standing up.

He flashed a smirk and got up from his spot. "I know I can." He said walking towards her.

Heavy knocking came from upstairs and Marisol looked relieved and headed up the stairs and to the front door.