Falling For Your Antics (Editing)

Chapter 2- Sounds Like You Saw a Hot Guy and Had a Heart Orgasm

The whole car ride back I couldn't stop thinking about the eyes, and the unexplainable feeling they released inside of me. It was as if they were the source to life, or the source to my life. I knew it seemed weird, but it's what I thought and what it felt like.

I hadn't even realised we had arrived home, too consumed by my thoughts, until Angus told me to get out the car repeatedly. "Alright, alright, I'm getting out," I replied, snapping back to the real world. Truth be told, I'd zoned out ever since I caught that pair of eyes, and the fact I couldn't stop thinking about them actually freaked me out. I mean, it's a pair of eyes! Everyone has them, I thought to myself.

It was now around 4 o'clock, and I had decided to make my way back to my bedroom upstairs to call my best friend Rowan to ask her to come over, so I could tell her all about this weird encounter that was still bugging me. The girl had been blessed with me for 12 years, of course I had to get her opinion on what was going on with me.

"So let me get this straight," she chirped as she lay on her belly on my bed, head resting on the palms of her hands, "Bran finally got feelings?!"

Her long, silky, dark brown hair that was almost black was spilled all around her, tickling her olive skin toned arms, both signs of her Spanish roots. Rowan's sharp but rather petite face stared up at me.

Of course she'd say that! After my brief phone call, Rowan rushed over with a large bag of Doritos and demanded I told her the 'juicy gossip', as she called it.

"Well, I wouldn't say that-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before she piped in.

"Oh, I would!" She exclaimed as she leant back into a sitting position to cross her legs, then throw her hands in the air. "It sounds like you saw a hot guy and had a heart orgasm," she smirked, wriggling her eyebrows.

"But that's not what even-," crisps were thrown at my chest.

"Shh! I'm talking here!" I rolled my eyes at her. "Anyway, back to where I was, it sounds like this guy was so extremely God-like that you went all googly eyed and automatically assumed you were soulmates."

At this, I began to protest.

"Nuh uh uh, I'm not done yet." Rowan taunted me, and a crumb covered finger was wiggled in my face for emphasis. "I honestly expected better of you, Bran. I thought I'd taught you better than that. You know, just 'cause you see girls fawning over guys all the time, it doesn't mean you have to join the club."

"Oh shush!" I hushed her in a fluster, finally getting to talk. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of boxer dog humping every single thing that moves."

"You said it not me-," I smacked her in the face with a pillow.

"Ow! What was that for?!" She proclaimed with fake shock.

"You Know what that was for...for being an idiot," I shrugged, smug with myself. The I snatched her big bag of crisps out of her grasp. "Now, clean all those crumbs off my bed right now, or the crisps get it," I slightly crushed some through the bag, just so she heard the snapping noises.

Rowan whimpered, she was such a sucker at the expense of food. I know Rowan probably thought the whole eye thing was a bit over exaggerated, and quite frankly it was starting to seem that way as she carried on blabbing about it, but I really thought that the whole thing had meant something, like it was a sign I was going to get something good to happen in my life.

As she was leaving around 8 o'clock, she turned to me at the door. "Just think about it, if you're really sure it meant something, then just let life take its course and you'll be led to him again."

I nodded in agreement, realising I hadn't thought of it that way, then we exchanged goodbyes.

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Sunday went by fast, compacted of a combination of homework and sibling bickering, surprise, surprise. By the time it was Monday, I was glad. Not because it was school, but because I was getting out of the house away from my family, meaning my mind would be distracted from our problems.

"So...," Rowan drawled. It was currently lunch time and we were sitting in the canteen eating our food...well, she was eating, and I was more just staring into space and playing with my food absent mindedly.

"So, what?" I asked, not quite paying attention to her. My mind was filled with too many thoughts about Saturday, about my family, about secrets. It was a never ending cycle.

"I was thinking we should go out tonight, and try to find this guy."

At that my head whipped around to her so fast that a pain split at the bottom back of my head. "First of all, ow!" I stated, rubbing the back of my head. "Second of all, are you crazy? We'll never be able to find him! I don't even know his name." What plan was she concocting up in that cuckoo head of hers? I thought, then stared down at my food.

"Well that's the whole point of tonight, duh!" She smirked at me, her almond shaped, shiny brown eyes twinkling. "I'm thinking we sneak out, go to the fair, and hope for the best."

Wow. What an amazing plan. "Hope for the best?" I asked reflectively. "What's the use in that? Plus, my mum would never let me, it's way too late at night, and we have school the next day."

She groaned loudly. "Seriously Bran? The mum card? We both know you'd sneak out anyway."

She was right, what was stopping me? Was it the fear of getting too attached to hope? I hadn't even met the guy, or had a good look at him, or even had the chance to get to know him. I'd only seen his eyes, and what if that was only a coincidence? What if I was just over thinking this whole thing?

I must have said that last thought aloud because Rowan smiled at me. "Well sister, we'll find out soon enough."

Oh, what the heck. "Okay! I'm in! But if I get caught, I'm blaming it on you!"

I swear the Cheshire cat took over her face so slowly that it was actually creepy. "Sweet! Meet me at my car at six pm. We'll go for a bite to eat, and then we'll go and try to find mystery boy at this fair, because everyone knows most of the town attend it anyway," she winked at me, and I smiled sheepishly in return. I hoped Rowan was right, and that he'd be there tonight, but there was only one way to found out.