Trapped With the Memories of You

Chapter 4 Henry's POV

I woke up the day I was supposed to meet Kelsey with a big smile on my face because of the thought of seeing her. I got out of bed and opened my blue silk curtains to see the sun hanging high in the sky. I walked over to my dresser and checked the time. Oh it was only 12:54. 12:54???!!! How the hell did I sleep for that long? I ran to the bathroom and almost face planted on the cold, white tile floor. My mom always told me not to run in the house. Was this why? I didn’t have time to think about these things. I took a quick shower, and quickly towel tried my hair. I ran to my closet and tripped over the clothes on the floor, which almost made me crash into my closet door. When I regained my balance I opened it and scrambled to find anything to wear.

When I was done I was wearing a red, open checkered shirt over a white t-shirt, black jeans, and all black high tops. I looked at the clock and it was 1:10. I would have to run to make it, but I really didn’t want to make Kelsey wait. I ran out the front door and down Maple Street, made a left on Coral Drive, and ran straight for about 4 blocks. When I finally did arrive on Jefferson Street, an old woman stopped and asked me directions. Obviously being new to town I really didn’t know where the place she wanted to go was. I apologized and tried to go around her when she started beating me with her purse for “not caring about older folks.” I tried to run away but I swear this old woman worked out. She jumped on my back and put me in a headlock. I couldn’t breathe, and she kept asking me if I had had enough. I repeatedly said yes until she let go of me, fixed her jacket, and walked off like nothing had even happened. This town was seriously crazy. I continued to run until I saw the Starbucks, and then stopped to calm myself down. I was panting heavily, and I was a little self-conscious since an old woman pretty much just beat the crap out of me. When I walked into the place it was 1:25, and I was relieved that I had made it in time.

I scanned the store for Kelsey, and when I finally did spot her it was like the breath was sucked directly out of me. She was stunning. She was wearing a flowery dress thing, with a white cardigan over it, and white vans. Her long black hair was straightened perfectly, and her hazel eyes stood out thanks to the solid black eyeliner she had on. I reminded myself to breath, and walked up to her.

“Hey Kelsey, “ I said, “You look pretty.” She blushed again. Did she blush this much with everybody, or was it just me. I hoped it was just me.

“Thanks Henry, you look great too.” I think she just said that as a friendly thing. It had taken me less than fifteen minutes to get ready; I’m 100% positive that I looked nowhere near as good as her. I asked her if she was ready to go because I wanted to see everything. She got up and led the way. When we got up she said she would take me to Jefferson Square. While we were walking I started getting nervous and dug my hands deep into my pockets, while she looked like she was hanging onto her cardigan for dear life. Was she as nervous as I was? Not possible. After we finally arrived, she went all tour guide mode on me. I smiled because I could tell she was trying to lighten up the mood, and I appreciated her effort. She pointed me in the direction of a restaurant called Ronnie’s Italian Cuisine that was right next to us, and then she pointed at an arcade. As soon as I read the sign I asked her if we could please go there. I expected her to blush again but instead she said,

“Yeah, sure. I guess if we’re gonna be friends you should start losing at games now, instead of getting your hopes up about winning.” She smirked at me and I stared at her wide eyed. After I recovered from the initial shock of having such a sweet girl say that to me I replied with,

“Oh that’s cute Kelsey, how you think you can beat me.” I brushed passed her and made my way across the street to the arcade. I turned around to find her still standing in place so I called over to her, “Come on Kels, you’re not scared are you.” She turned around with a thoughtful look on her face and followed me into the arcade. I wondered what she was thinking about.