Serenity

three

"I just don't get it," I say before shoving a handful of buttered popcorn into my mouth. "It's been three days already, why hasn't he texted me?"

I have always hated to be whiny, but I never knew how much waiting for something can make you want it even more. It is only three days but these past three days have felt like three weeks.

It's strange — after the day of meeting Harry at the library, I have begun to see him almost everywhere. The hallways on campus, the local bookstore, and even the small frozen yogurt shop I went to yesterday with Kathleen. Neither of us said anything though, just a smile and a wave. Elmswood is a very small town — of course I would see him — but it baffles me how I hadn't noticed Harry all this time before.

I hear Cyrus sigh next to me and I don't need to look at him to know that he's rolling his eyes. "You could make the effort too, you know. Although, I don't blame him." He says, smirking.

It's my turn to roll my eyes now, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm sure no guy finds it attractive when a girl sloppily eats sticky popcorn at almost eight in the morning. Who eats popcorn at this time anyways?"

I take my attention away from the television screen as I grab another handful and chuck it at Cyrus — which just goes through his body — and scoff, "I do. So, if you're sticking around, you might as well get used to it." I fill my mouth with the buttery and salty flavor once again and return to watching the rerun of How I Met Your Mother.

These past few days with Cyrus have been alright, I would say. It's fun to tease him and make jokes. Some days we annoy each other with playful insults, and other days he sits at my desk chair staring out the window while I silently read a book. Although I am still not used to his presence showing up randomly out of nowhere, I actually enjoy his company.

It astonishes me how even though I have only known him for a few number of days, he shares only little information about himself, leaving me in wonder of how Cyrus was before. That is, if he had a life before. I know nothing about him whereas he knows everything about me.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for class?" Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Cyrus crossing his arms.

"Uhm, I am ready," I reply, pointing a sticky finger down at my black Nike sweatshirt and black leggings. I was never the type of girl who dressed to impress anyone who I would cross paths with any particular day. I liked to dress in whatever I was comfortable in.

"Still not attractive," he mutters.

"Hey, at least I can actually change my clothes," I eye his everyday dark outfit, remembering he had mentioned that he isn't able to change his attire.

"Yet, I still look better than you."

I ignore his comment, "Don't you ever sit down? You're kind of freaking me out by standing all the time."

"You would think you would be freaked out at the fact that you're talking to an angel," he says.

"If we're being honest here, everything about you freaks me out," I smirk, "No offense."

He tilts his head back as he laughs, "None taken."

This is the first time I have heard Cyrus genuinely laugh. It was a pleasant sound — soft and smooth like silk — that I definitely wouldn't mind hearing again. There is something about the way he crinkles his nose when he smiles that makes being in the presence of an angel a little more real.

"Well," I stand and place the now empty bowl on the small rectangular coffee table in front of me. "I guess I should be headed to campus now."

I only have two of my four classes today, which are Calculus and English Composition. I don't particularly enjoy the two but I excel easily in the topics to find it decent enough.