Life is an ocean. It'll crush you with a wave exactly when you don't expect it. Some people just don't resurface.
What the hell had he meant? Coming over? Over where? HER HOUSE. He was coming to her house. Of course.
She frantically ran around the fairly sized room. The wooden floor slapped against her bare feet as she rushed to clean up the room. It wasn't that she was messy. She just had a series of 'fits' the night before. Her aunt wasn't home thank god. She had the night shift and wouldn't be returning home until around 3:30 in the morning.
Fully satisfied with her job she nodded looking about the room. Looking down she frowned. Still in the same clothes as the day before...Dang.
Striding over to her closet she quickly changed into a random t-shirt and some jeans. So comfortable .... Letting out a sigh she walked to the bathroom across the hall. In the midst of brushing her teeth a knock sounded at the front door.
Who knew he could be that formal.
Not her.
Cringing slightly the put the tooth brush away rinsing out her mouth. Breathing in the walked to the front door. Unlocking the latch she swung open the door, and there he was.
All six (and a few inches) feet of his blonde haired brown eyed glory. The setting suns light flittered through his hair darkening his face. She stood back looking at the hardwood she motioned for him to walk in to which he gladly did so. His dark gray and black long sleeved shirt clashed so greatly with his jeans and black vans. So she didnt over dress?
Time to endure this most likely torture. Yay.
(Author here,sorry this is short AGAIN im writing in the car on me way to leh school . Gotta over dose on that knowledge right? Id love yalls feedback on this! Dont be silent and comment,add, and vote!)
