After numerous glasses of wine, I stumbled back to my apartment downstairs after Sammie waved me off. Struggling to find the right key, I took my time in getting through the chain that made a racket of noise. When I finally found the right one, I slid it through the lock and pushed my way into the alone apartment. For some reason, thoughts swirled my mind about how this didn't feel right. I had a good friend, but what else was I here for? Myself?
I questioned my whole life, before I fell drunkenly asleep on the sofa.
Those thought will scare me in the morning.
I woke up early refreshed after many hours of sleep. I decided to get up and get a coffee to wake me for the day. I sat up and scrunched my hair into a bun and wandered to my closet, stretching and scratching. I found my loved pair of black disco pants and a baseball shirt that could easily tucked into them. They worked a pair. I grabbed my vans and chucked them all on. Instead of worrying about makeup, I put my hipster glasses on, they were stylish without making and effort. Feeling comfortable, i grabbed my Zara big black bag and walked out locking the door behind me.
I decided I would walk to starbucks, getting some fresh air and all. I pressed the worn button for the elevator. It came fairly quickly and there was a man in it already. He was clean and lanky. He brushed up well with a suit that seemed to look a little big on the blazer, his brunette hair was gelled back very slick and he was in the middle of sorting his tie out. Business man in a rush. Ia stepped into the lift on the other side to where he was standing and pressed the button to take me to ground floor. I hated the awkward atmosphere between us strangers, but he was busy doing his own stuff like sorting out his top button. When we arrived at the bottom he rushed out and I walked at a normal pace, making sure to wave at the receptionist. I always just felt obliged to.
I loved walking about in LA, there was palm tree's everywhere. I just felt so posh, living here and telling people where I lived. I'm glad I moved here. There was a group of jocks that passed me, they were dark skinned toned and had many chains of gold necklaces around their necks. I remember when my dad was alive, he used to look at people like that and say.If you have nothing to see, don't advertise it. Now I felt sad, thinking about him. Just a mixed up memory like Aria. Just a childhood pain. I blocked the pain out and I carried on walking. The early sun left me dehydrated, I was really looking forward to getting to starbucks. Putting my earphones in I blocked out the world and didn't come out until I reached the city center.
When I arrived, the chaos was there. People pushing and shoving and getting their way to work. Good thing i didn't have to go so far into the town. Starbucks was right here. Luckily without a large queue. I glanced through the window at my reflection whilst walking past. I strides in and stood in the queue that was pressed against the counter. In no rush I fished around in my bag for my purse that unfortunately blended in quite well with the other things in my bag. I was really digging for it.
"Next!" The lady said arrogantly behind the counter. Luckily I found it in time.
I orded my drink and sat down. I hid away in the corner sipping my frappe, I went with this instead of coffee, it was much more cooling. I decided to play a little temple run as always. Lost in the game, I couldn't look up as I heard the chair move opposite me. Pausing the game, there he was. The straight face Jaime. He sat down and I remain in the same position stunned at his presence. I didn't want to talk to him. His hair was messy and his eyes looked bigger than usual, as in an apologetic way. I guess I'll wait for the apology.
"Amelia" His voice soft and gentle
"Jaime!" I shot back. H e leaned forward getting comfortable. Taking his time to look for his words. I wasn't in no mood. Silence passed. "Listen, I have no time for this, how about I leave before you do" I say feeling sorry for myself and I immediately grab my belongings and power out the door.
Bursting out behind me, Jaime finds his courage. He grabs my arms and wastes not time.
"Okay, I understand you don't want to talk, but we really need too!" His voice was rushed.
"I don't care Jaime, you could of called or texted but you didn't, we could of talked then" I say walking away. He keeps chasing me up.
"Please, let me apologise." This time, I remain silent. "I'm sorry for leaving you, but you can do so much better than me. I didn't sleep that night for over thinking. I got scared and ran out."
"So thats what you do now? Get scared and run. I went to sleep that night so peacefully as I was happy and safe with you. We got to know each other... But you know what it went too fast"
"No, it didn't it was perfect."
"Oh shut up, it wasn't. 4 days I waited and now I give up!" I fling my arms down in despair and walk away finally by myself.
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One Hundred Sleepless Nights [A Jaime Preciado and Pierce The Veil FanFic]
FanfictionAme starts of making famous friends influenced by her nieces obsession for them. She puts her self out there but anxiety kicks in and gives her painful flashbacks. How can she stop them and who will help her along the way?
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