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Ocean: Hey

I sent the text and for some reason I felt complete after that so I just left. I didn't want to spend another second in the disgusting club bathroom so I washed my hands and found the closest exit to me. Once I got outside the air was cold on my entire body. I had been sweating a lot through the entire club and to feel the air on my skin was finally cooling me off. 

I leaned against the wall and let the clean air soothe me. I hated the way everyone was cramped in their so tightly and expected to be okay with it. How could you be so comfortable around that many people? What if the person you were bumping elbows with was a murderer or worse? I didn't get the fun of it all but I was glad I gave it a shot. I tried texting Heather but they didn't even deliver to her phone.

I sat on the concrete looking like a the drunk girls outside of a club in a movie or on reality TV. I was sweaty, my hair was a mess from all the sweat, and my makeup was most likely smeared from crying. I'm sure that people immediately thought the worst of me when they saw me sitting here. I sat there for a while thinking about all the events of the past week. I hated where I was right now full of heartbreak and anger for the man I planned to marry, Ben, and I had no idea how to deal with it.

"What's a pretty girl doing on the side of a bar like this", a boy said sitting next to me,"You smell like a bath and body works, you aren't even drunk. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine", I said with a giggle. His first words were creepy but then it turned friendly. There was nothing wrong with being friendly with someone I had just met.

"So what are you doing here?", he asked.

"I am waiting for my sister", I said looking over to him to get a better look at him. He was staring me down which made me feel slightly uncomfortable but seeing how attractive he was made me less worried. He had big, bright green eyes and curly brown hair. He had the face of a charming pop star but the style of an indie singer with the flannel and skinny jeans he wore. He was gorgeous.

"Do you want me to find her?", he offered and I was shocked he wanted to do that for me.

"No. Its okay. Even if you found her she wouldn't leave."

"Oh", he said and rain started to fall onto the ground around us hitting my bare legs," Do you want a ride home? I don't want you to sit out here in the rain."

"I don't think its very safe to have a stranger drive you home", I said joking around with him. I trusted the boy right away and was more than willing to have him drive me home. I was a little worried but I had already taken a lot of risks tonight, might as well take another.

"C'mon", he said standing up, extending his hand for me to grab, and smiling. I took his hand and stood up. I smoothed out my dress and wiped the small rocks and dirt that had gotten on it off. I wanted to look nice for this boy for some reason. The tall, curly headed boy held on tightly to my hand, locking our fingers together making me feel safe. Butterflies fluttered all through out my stomach like I was a little girl getting attention from her crush for the first time.

"Thank you so much", I said rubbing my thumb over his hand, a habit of mine that I had always had. He looked down at my hand and back up to me and smiled. 

"Of course. I'm glad I could keep you safe", he smiled at me and when he reached his car door he opened it for me. He walked over to the other side and started driving. 

"Seriously I'm so thankful I could've died out there", I said and he laughed keeping his eyes directly on the road. He looked so thoughtful and determined in this moment. His knuckles were tightly and a little white from how hard he was gripping the wheel. His driving was steady and it made me feel safe. 

The road was fairly empty and clear which i loved. I hated traffic and I didn't want to be stuck in traffic with someone I had just met. It was already awkward enough so the traffic would make it a million times worse. 

"So why were you out tonight?", I asked and he looked over to me and smiled for a quick second then back at the road.

"I was suppose to be hanging out with friends but they were being dicks so I left", he said and I nodded.

"Fun." 

"What about you?"

"Like i said, I was suppose to be with my sister. She dragged me out of the house to get over my boyfriend. He dumped me."

"Why would he do that?", he asked and was extremely confused. I didn't understand why it was such a confusing topic. People break up with people all the time and it shouldn't be made into such a big deal. 

"I... I don't really know", I lied. I knew exactly why he did what he did but I hated talking about it I hated that he wanted to throw it away over something so stupid and not try a little harder. I hated everything that lead up to it and I hated everything that it was now. I was trying my hardest to hate him but I just couldn't find it in myself to do that yet.

"I can tell you do", he said," Your voice is nervous and your body tensed up."

"Well I do know but I don't think I should talk about it with someone I just met", I explained. I felt like a bitch for telling him off like that but I didn't mean it come off meanly. I just felt nervous talking about my dead love life with someone I didn't know.

"That's okay. Maybe one day you'll tell me", he said and smiled.

"Maybe", I said and he stopped right in front of my parents house,"Thank you so much."

"Of course", he said and smiled at me. I noticed him staring at my lips and looking at me with passion and desire. My heart was nervous and beating faster than I had ever felt it. I looked back at him almost the same way. He leaned over to me and placed his lips gently on mine. He let them linger for a second then moved away and smiled at me.

"Maybe I'll see you around", he said and I smiled.

"Yeah."