Finally Found

3

Tyler

My finger traced the outline of the mug as I sat at the table looking out the window. It's warm surface heated my cold skin and as some would think, my cold heart. And usually i would disagree for people to think I was a mean person, but in this case I understood.

For a reason I couldn't explain, I was overly mad at Justin. I knew it was stupid and he didn't do anything wrong, but ever since the whole question the stranger ordeal happened at the airport, I just have been a bit...Short tempered.

Usually I'm an all around happy person that could care less about a good majority of the things that don't work out. I mean one of my mottos is everything happens for a reason, but I couldn't explain why I was so upset about this boy. He has a hundred percent taken over my thoughts and maybe it's bothering me because I just don't remember who he is. It's almost like when you forget something but it's on the tip of your tongue.

How could someone forget a boy like that. His features are ones you couldn't possibly spend your life not dreaming about. I know it sounds weird but I've imagined what the most beautiful man in the world looks like.. Tall, Masculine, Tan with a sharp quiff-This boy was nothing like that. He had curls that draped over his forehead, A jaw line that literally could probably cut me with its sharpness and a body that I never excepted to be so drawn too. I wasn't even able to see his features that usually people fell in love with, and already I was fantasizing about him. Fantasizing? Is that what this even is? It's more like tearing myself up for forgetting him.

I can't explain how many times I've wished Justin wasn't there. That sounds rude I know, but it would have solved all my problems. I would have known who this boy was and I could go back to enjoying a cup of coffee with my boyfriend. Instead here I was, staring out the window so I wouldn't have to engage in a conversation with the one who pulled me back.

A small cough drew my attention away from outside and my eyes met with Justin's for what felt like the first time that morning. His brown eyes held mine as he drank down the ending of his drink. I watched his adam's apple as he swallowed, suddenly remembering how much my mouth used to be attached to it.

He set his glass back on the table and cleared his throat before speaking. " So what's wrong?"

Usually when he asked that question I would roll my eyes because he knew why he pissed me off, but I guess in this situation he didn't know and truly, he didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't his intention to ruin that situation. My boyfriend just simply wanted to pick me up from the airport like he did ever so often when he wasn't busy. Any other time I would be thrilled. Why was this time so different?

I sighed, realizing that I couldn't keep acting like the victim. " Nothing. I just have been a little distracted." It wasn't a lie. I was completely distracted. Distracted enough to not remember my whole work day yesterday.

" About what?" Justin asked, setting his hand in mine reassuringly. I watched his movement and took a deep breath. 'He has done nothing wrong' I reminded myself.

" Uh.." I paused, thinking about my options. I could just tell him the truth and see where his opinion is.. Or I could just possibly avoid the conversation all together. I knew which route I had to take. Telling the truth was our number one promise to each other. " The other day at the airport I saw someone. I can't remember who it is or how I know them but it's just been eating at me."

He nodded before replying " Why are you so caught up on it? Did they speak to you?"

" I have no idea and no we didn't have a chance too."

He gave my wrist a tight squeeze and soon let go. " Don't beat yourself up. You will figure it out.."

It was such a common thing for people to say when they wanted you to feel better. Saying it when they don't really understand the situation but want you to feel comforted. It meant a lot to me. I wasn't sure why, but I just felt like I was actually gonna figure it out.

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The rest of the day was just relaxing in my apartment. Most of the time Justin would come over to hangout, but he was going to England for a bit to meet up with his sister. I feel like this distance might be good for us considering I probably just needed to cool off-Just put my thoughts in line and focus on getting back into schedule.

Every other Saturday was spent out in the town when I wasn't clubbing. Listen.. I'm not getting any younger and I might as well party before it's not acceptable anymore. And being a 23 year old boy, I enjoyed a good alcoholic beverage while dancing my night away. But this Saturday was spent on my couch, cuddled up, watching probably a whole season of The Orange is The New Black.

When my phone started ringing I originally thought it was either my mom or Justin, but the number wasn't either of those. It was one of my close college friends, Hannah.

" Hey Girl, " I spoke into my cell phone, still partly focused on the screen in front of me.

" Tyler I need a favor." She asked immediately.

"Okay what's up.." I said kinda nervous on what she was gonna ask. Hannah and I were alcohol buddies. When we hung out we usually got wasted to say the least. She never really came to me for anything other then a drinking partner.

" I need you to come to a work party with me. It's super formal and I just need a plus one because Ingrid is gonna be there and I don't want to seem like a loner-" Hannah rambled but I had to cut her off.

" Han.. Of course I'll go what do I need to wear.."

She thanked me before proceeding to give the party details. " It's a suit kind of deal, but it's a masquerade so don't forget a mask."