“You're obviously having some knee problems but what happened?” he questioned with a cheeky smile. He went to remove his glasses as if by instinct, but at the last second he readjusted them with a slip of his perfect smile before turning to me for an answer.
“Louise, and it’s a long story. You?” I asked back hesitantly.
“My names… Andy” he hesitated. My stomach turned again at the familiarity of the name, it was as though I subconsciously knew what he was going to say. “and mines a long story too, well not really but we’re not getting out of here in a hurry, sooo spill” he said with another cheeky smile and I instantly blushed, within seconds forgetting the previous wave of suspicion.
Normally I wasn't the sort of girl to swoon over a guy, but I couldn’t help it, something about him seemed innocent yet mysterious at the same time. I definitely had met him before, but hadn’t got a clue where. I couldn’t come right out and ask “hey I think I know you, but where from?” I’d sound like a complete stalker! For all I knew I could have just passed him in the street…probably…
“Well, my knee decides to dislocate randomly…great I know! Anyway, so I was at college finishing off an English assignment and before I knew it I was on the floor, and couldn’t move my leg. It feels worse than the times before so I’ve come for an x-ray just to check things… Now you spill.” I explained the back story to my injury and quizzed him back, hopeful for some clues as to how I recognise him.
“Ouch, well I hope nothing’s broken and we’ll…erm.. I was at this… gig and… got something in my eye. And like an idiot I decided to rub it and rub it and now it’s infected but burning like hell, so come to check it out.” He explained. More pauses…
He seemed really nice but for some reason I felt he was keeping something from me, did he even really want to talk to me? Well he was the one that had offered to come sit next to me so what was wrong?
“Ouch back at you. Anyway are you from here?” I decided to change the subject and find out more.
“No.. I’m from Liverpool originally, but I’m here at one of my best friends for a few weeks, and we’ve got a flat in London with two other lads.” He replied “you?”
“Yeah, lived here all my life, wow I’d love to live in London, I’ve visited a few times for weeks away with friends and loved it!” I smiled.
“Yeah it’s amazing, but it’s nice to come back up north for a bit every now and again.” He laughed. “So you mentioned you were in college, how old are you?”
“I turn 19 in August, and this is my last year. So what you doing in London?” I said. He looked older than me, not by much but still older, especially if he lived in London. That sucks! The one gorgeous guy I meet that seems to be really nice, well most of the time… and will give me the time of day and he lives hours away! Why me…
He smiled before answering. “I turned 21 in last week.” Suddenly his face turned puzzled as if thinking before he spoke “Erm…I go to…uni.. there” he paused and smiled again obviously hiding more details “So… back to you, what do you study in college?” he smiled.
“Well happy birthday for last week! And History, Law, English and I took business last year too but you have to drop one.” I reeled off.
“ Ooo academic then, not the artsy type” he chuckled “I used to like history but music is my passion”
“Yeah, I used to dance up until I was 16 from when I was really young, and I sing now and again in the confinements of my shower” I laughed.
I wasn’t the skinniest of girls, I was what you’d call “curvy” now, but up until being about 16 I was a bit more curvy. And that’s what made this little conversation even more weird as a guy as good looking as Andy had never even given me a second glance… so why was he?
