Wish I wasn't so shy

The Couch

Julian's POV

I watched her as she slept, curling up to me. The shadows made by streetlights cascaded on her legs and face. God I missed her. She looked so beautiful tonight, with that dress that fit her perfectly. She looked fit.

I loved her body. She was so self conscious about it because she thought she was "too curvy." I would always reply, "Who doesn't love curves?" I chuckle just thinking about it.

"This is your stop." The driver snapped me out of my daydream. I rustled in my pocket for a five dollar bill and handed it to him. I gently lifted Maya's head off my shoulder. I got out of the car and put one hand behind her neck and the other in the pit of her knee.

She wrapped her small arms around my neck in her sleep. I closed the door with my foot and walked to the lift that was hidden behind huge green plants.

Even under the ugly fluorescent elevator light, she looked heavenly. I was never a helpless romantic but she somehow turned me into one. The elevator stopped on the second floor and it opened slowly. I walked pass some doors until I reached her apartment.

I still had a spare key, but it was extremely difficult to retrieve from my pocket. Just out of curiosity, I quickly twisted the knob. Fortunate enough for me, it was unlocked. Maya better hope one day she doesn't get robbed. I pushed my back against the door, closing it softly and walking to her bedroom.

I gently lied her down one side of the bed and flicked her lamp light on. I pulled the sheets down on the other side, then shifted her over to there. Before tucking her in, I took her shoes off and a simple gold bracelet she had on her right wrist, finally covering her up with her sheets.

I thought about maybe changing her into her pajamas, but it seemed creepy. Not that watching her sleep wasn't. Jesus Julian, you're a slave for this girl .

I rubbed my eyes, telling myself to shut up. The clock on her bedside said 1:00 AM. I looked at Maya for a little more. I might as well if things were going to go back the way they've been. I kissed her cheek lightly before turning her light off and closing her bedroom door behind me.

I took a seat on her small couch, staring into my reflection on the television. I looked bleak and unclear, it was like staring at how I felt on the inside. I dug in my pocket, fishing out a cigarette.

I grabbed the lighter that was on her coffee table and lit it. I thought about my youth and how everything was played out.

Everyone only saw me as the rich kid who would be held by the hand all my life, but I was the scum of the earth. At least with Maya, I was the scum of the earth hanging out with the salt of the earth.

I tapped my cigarette into the ash tray and brought it back to my lips. I then thought about how Maya hated when people smoked in her house unless it was us two. Even then she didn't like having her house smell like smoke. I remember when we got high on her mattress once and nearly ate all the food she had.

Tap tap, puff, release

Shit, my birthday's in a week, 21 already. Maya was still 20, but her birthday was soon too. It was a phenomenon how she never gets carded at bars, but I guess it has to do with the fact that she's an attractive lady. I never got carded but then again no one cared, I was a regular in everyone's bar.

I stubbed the butt of my cig in the ash tray and lied down on the couch. It wasn't half bad, for a couch and all. The couch back at my place was absolute shit, even the one in our practice place was better than it.

I started to drift away, forgetting the fact that I was lying on my ex's couch. Those words didn't belong together; my ex.

Go to sleep, you'll be fine...

AN: I'm trying to update as soon as I can but school and shit :/ hang in there!