Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

Messing With His Head

I woke up the next morning with my hair on my face and rolled out of bed. The memories from last night, not leaving even my dreams, lingered on my mind until this very moment. I couldn't put my finger on him, no matter how much I tried. The man was unpredictable, weird, but unpredictable nonetheless.

I stared at my face in the mirror.

“Well you gotta be grateful for the fact that he filled your fridge and cupboards with necessities,” I reasoned with the bored expression looking back at me.

But he still imposes himself on me. The whole reason I moved here in the first place was to be independent... Jeff and his little “I will take care of you,” talk yesterday defined DEPENDENCE. And I will not depend on anyone! Let alone Jeff.

“What if you're making too much of it?” I challenged myself lifting one eyebrow.

Making too much of it? I was astonished with that one! To be frank, a woman can't really make too much out of a man breaking into her apartment whenever he pleased.

I needed to talk to Raimondo. Not because he might know something about Jeff... but because despite the fact that I was having trouble with Jeff, he was constantly on my mind.

Cleaning myself up took one third of the time it usually takes. School didn't start for another thirty-five minutes. I hurried out of my apartment.

Then there I was standing in front of Raimondo's door with my hand slowing going for the knock. I knocked three times simultaneously. Then another three when he didn't answer. I was about to give up and head to school until I heard movement from behind the door. I straightened myself out as the door opened.

“Hello,” I smiled taking the sight of him.

Composure.

Composure.

Composure.

“Hi,” he slightly frowned.

He was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His hair was a mess and wet... it looked like he just come out of the shower.

“Aren't you going to let me in?” I pushed past him and entered before hearing his response.

So this is the plan I came up with. Pretend I know him. It's not a very difficult plan, there's nothing to do but exactly that. The only problem is my lack of acting skills.

“I'm sorry?” He asked looking confused.

Composure.

“Apology accepted. I mean you still have,” I looked at my phone for the time, “thirty minutes left. I'm early.” I grinned.

“What?” hesitantly he made his way towards his nightstand.

“You promised to take me to school today. Don't tell me you forgot?” I feigned disappointment.

He frowned shuffling through the yellow papers, “ofcourse I didn't forget.”

His 'to-do' list didn't carry the errand I just told him about. Confused and then angered he threw the papers on the bed, stomped off, and disappeared into a room slamming the door after him.

I took the time to observe his apartment a little more diligently than I did the last time. I rummaged through his drawers first, there was nothing of importance. Laying on the bed I looked up and there was his photo. Despite knowing about his problem I still found the photo a bit narcissistic.

Stretching my hands over my head, I accidentally knocked the yellow papers off. I rolled over the bed to the other side and bent down to pick them up. The first two were the same but their were new directions on the other ones.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets as I read through the new page. Suddenly I heard the nob on the door and I instantly dropped the papers on the bed.

He came out of the room dressed in white.

“Getting married?” I joked.

“Married?” he asked confused. “I don't think so.”

Oh wow, he really didn't know.

“So, how did you sleep?” I jumped around the room as he sat on the bed kneeling down to put his shoes on.

“What's today?” he asked, “you're exited like something good is going to happen.”

I smirked at him. He was talking and for some reason that made me happy. His accent sometimes peaked out and sometimes was hard to figure.

I decided to mess with his head. “You don't know?” I tried to restrain myself from laughing.

Abruptly he stopped tying his laces and looked up to meet my gaze.

“What?”

“You're taking me to school!” I smiled.

I heard a faint sigh of relief escape his lips.

He picked up the yellow papers again and skipped to the back of the second sheet. After a few moments of reading he patted his pockets. He turned around and searched around his bed. Not finding what he was looking for, he snatched open the cabinets looked inside each one. He searched around the apartment until his eyes landed on the drawer at the other side of his bed. Next thing I know he's jumping on the bed to the other side with both of his shoes on!

I wrinkled my eyebrows at that. Imagine all the shit and garbage he stepped on before jumping on the bed.

“Yugh.” I frowned at his carelessness.

He stopped searching and looked at me confused. Raimondo opened his lips like he was about to say something but stopped. Quickly he jumped on the bed again and made his way towards me.

I freaked, and felt my face heat up.

Closing one eye, I waited for his next move but he passed me and walked straight ahead to the wall, my eyes followed.

“Here we go.” He grabbed the keys that were hanging on a hook.

“You could've asked for my help!” I shook my head when I realized he was searching for his keys.

“You knew?” He asked confused.

I nodded.

He shrugged. “Come on lets get you to school.”