My Heart

3. Downtown

Shit, I wanted to be friends with this guy, I like him a lot, and don't want to waste him. I searched for my phone, to find about three hundred missed calls. They were from my friends, all of them. I probably forgot to tell them I left, and Calum did probably not bother.

"Hey. How are you felling this morning?" I asked Libby when I heard that I woke up. It was already past noon, so she probably stayed out for a while too.

"For fucks sake, Mila! Where have you been?" she asked, now more awake.

"I've met this guy, and I kind of need help to find him. I don't know anything about him, other than his name" I admitted, feeling stupid for not getting to know him better. I listened to Libby breathe as her frustration was slowly disappearing.

"Was that the person you were whispering to on the couch?" she asked, trying to identify him. I told her yes.

"He was such a hottie. I was about to go over to you, but then I was offered more shots. I forgot about it" she admitted, slightly less happy about herself.

"Good, cause now he's mine!" I giggled, and she joined.

"If you find him."

The day after the Friday night out, Libby and I decided to go shopping in the city, trying to spot the oh, so handsome guy I had met.

After five hours of looking for him, we sat down to eat.

"Can we please shop something now? I'm sick of walking past everything," Libby complained.

"Yeah, we can. I think I just have to give up finding him. He was too good for me anyway," I concluded, making myself sad.

"We could go back to the club tonight, though," she suggested.

"Nah, not in the mood."

"Alright, well, let your pals help you out then," she decided, not backing down until I agreed with her.

"Okay, thanks a lot," I smiled.

Because it was Christmas soon, we were out of chores, my squad found it better being at the club than doing anything productive. I didn't feel like doing it more than once, so I spent the next few days desperately wanting to see Calum again. Neither of my friends had seen him, though they had looked everywhere for him for three nights in a row.

I was so sick of staring at the television all day, so I got dressed and did my normal makeup. I then hopped in my new car, bought together with my dad. The twenty-minute drive down to the city was excessively short, so I decided I would take a trip through the neighbourhood on the opposite side of town, where I had never been before.

Libby called me up, so instead of parking the car to talk to her, I put her on speaker in the car.

"Hey babe" I greeted her.

"Mila!" she cheered.

"What are you up to today?" She asked cheerfully.

"Not much, just having a drive downtown," I answered. "How about you? Anything worth knowing?"

"Nah, I'm only slightly hungover from the past four nights, but it's fine. I've just needed to catch up on some sleeping," she giggled. I looked at the clock in my car.

"Have you been sleeping until now?" I asked, shocked. It was almost three in the afternoon.

"Uhm" she giggled.

"No?" she tried, without much success.

"Then there's no point in me coming over, because you'd have to go to bed soon," I teased her, and she laughed.

"Nah, but we're having visitors," she finished. I reached another street end, and found a place to turn around again.

"I hate these streets!" I exclaimed. "There's only dead ends over here!" I complained, while having a quick view of the road ahead of me. I saw one person walking, that hadn't been there when I drove in, but other than that, everything was the same.

"Good, then you get to practise your turning skills!" Libby said, having the ability to always find the positive in stuations.

"Yeah, I guess."

Driving closer to that bloke walking, I saw something familiar. It felt like I had seen someone with headset, flannel, black skinny jeans and leather shoes before. I slowed down to get to think a little.