The Brown Eyed Boy

Chapter 4

I stared directly at him, my hand slipping out of his. Jesse's falling for me? He just met me. "You barely even know me," I sputtered.

"I know," he breathed, "but there's just something about you. You're not all over me like every other girl. It doesn't make sense, but I'm attracted to that. You're hard to get," he rambled.

Different from other girls? Yeah, like I didn't know that already.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I questionned cautiously.

Jesse's eyes hardened ever so slightly.

"Don't think I'm fucking in love with you, alright?" he spat, sitting back, "I'm just attracted to you. There's a difference."

I couldn't tell if he was angry at me or the fact that he liked me. Probably both. I stood up but didn't dare say another word, considering the fact that he seemed angry.

He stood up too, his height towering over mine. He looked me right in the eye, those brown eyes cold and dark.

"I'm going to go," he growled as he swiftly turned on his heels and began to walk away. I don't know what caused me to run ahead of him and put my hands on his chest, pushing him back so he wouldn't leave, but I did exactly that. He looked just as surprised as I was. I mean, why shouldn't he be? Just a second ago I wouldn't say a word to him, and now I'm bascially begging him to stay? What the fuck's wrong with me?

"No," I whispered. "You're not going anywhere; not without me." What the hell was I saying? I'm practically scared of this boy. But I guess I was just running on this random adrenaline which continued to make me do non-Desi things. I grabbed his hand and stared him in the eye, mumbling a quiet "follow me" as I pulled him along.

I turned and walked out of the alley, my hand still gripped around Jesse's. I wasn't sure where we were going, but I just kept walking. He didn't say a word, though his hand was still in mine, so I was taking my best guess by assuming that he was right behind me.

I stopped when we got to the street across from this little diner. I'd never been there, but the name "Dynamo Diner" seemed to ring a few bells. I think this is the place Blake kept telling me I had to go to. I smiled to myself at the thought of my brother rambling on about how great a little pink diner was.

I felt Jesse's arm brush against my shoulder. I refused to look up at him, but I'm not sure why.

"Are we going to Dynamo?" he nodded towards the diner. Again, I didn't say a word. The walking-man light flashed on as I dropped Jesse's hand and began running across the street.

"Hey... hey Desiree!" I heard Jesse call out from behind me. "Hold on Desi!"

I could hear him shouting loud and clear, but I kept running until I got to the other side of the longly extended crosswalk.

I opened the door to the diner and instantly, and smile began tugging at the corners of my lips. It looked just like this little diner we had back in Seattle. I was greeted cheerfully by this middle-aged woman dressed in all-pink.

"Hello sweetheart!" she beamed, "you can sit wherever you'd like!" I did as I was told, and sat down at a booth in the window. It honestly looked so similar to the diner back home, and that made me so much happier than I was ten minutes ago.

The waitress in pink came back with a chocolate milkshake.

"It's on the house, sweetie, don't worry!" I smiled and managed to squeak a simple "thank you" to her.

"I'm Susie, by the way. Call me over if you need anything!" she boasted as she turned to head off once again. As soon as she left, Jesse bolted into the diner, coming to an abrupt stop. Turning his head left and right, he searched for me, I assumed. Susie greeted him with a cheery "good afternoon, Jesse!" He returned her smile and added a simple, "hey Susie," as he spotted me and began walking towards my booth.

"What the fuck, Des?" he whispered-shouted, I'm guessing so Susie woudn't hear his foul language, which caused me to smile cockily in response. He frowned and sat down across from me. I drank a bit of the milkshake, amazed at how good it was. It reminded me of home. Jesse watched me closely. I smiled to him, pushing the milkshake towards him. His jaw finlly loosened, as he took the milkshake and drank some of it.

Susie skipped by and stuck another straw in the milkshake, and I noticed her wink at Jesse, which caused him to roll his eyes. I leaned forward and used the straw Susie had just given us. Jesse looked around the room and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I love this place," a smile crept up on the corner of his mouth, "I used to come here as a kid." He dropped his head down and a bigger smile made its way onto his lips.

"We have a place just like this back home," I finally spoke. "I loved it, I basically grew up there." I smiled as well. Jesse looked up at me, almost surprised that I actually said something, which made me frown at him.

"What?" I spat, "I can talk, you know." He rolled his eyes jokingly. God, those eyes. They were a lighter brown again. I prefered the lighter brown to the harsh, cold brown.

I slid the milkshake back over to me and brought the straw to my lips, staring down into the glass. I glanced up slightly through my eyelashes and noticed that Jesse was watching me, fingers interlocked with his own, with his lips pressed to them. I stared at him with a questioning look.

"We got off to a bad start, and I'm sorry," he sighed, "I'm really not as much of a prick as Blake thinks, if you get to know me." He kept his eyes locked with mine.

"It's fine," I lied, "but I was wondering if you wanted to get to know me better..." I trailed off.

And with that, we sat in the little pink diner for at least two hours, talking about eachother; explaining our lives. And for the first time since I'd arrived got to this god-awful state, I was happy.