After taking a break from dancing with Chelsea to Sky Full Of Stars by Coldplay, I needed a drink.
"Hey, Chels? Grab me a drink, will ya?" I winked at her as she rolled her eyes, but willingly went to go fetch me a drink.
I puffed as I walked to the edge of the rooftop, only a half wall of cement pressed against my abdomen to stop me from falling to my death. What a thought.
I let my elbows keep my balance as I leaned forward onto the low wall, looking out into the busy city.
I loved Sydney. Actually, I loved Australia as a whole. All the people in this city were lovely, and the scenery was beautiful. There wasn't anything to hate about the place. And I wondered why anyone would ever move away.
I played with my thoughts for a couple moments before someone came to stand beside me, placing a delicate hand on my waist. Oh god, this must be one of those typical creeps that I always seem to attract on nights out. Lovely.
"I've got a boyfriend." I used my common get-away-from-this-awkward-situation line, one that I most oftenly use when a creepy, older man approaches me to ask for a dance or my phone number. Ugh.
"You wish." The voice laughed. I turned to look at Michael.
"Rude." I deadpanned at him, embarrassed that I'd mistaken him for a stranger, or a pervert even.
"Hey, you're the one who mistook me for a thirsty bugger!" He snickered to himself.
Before I could come up with a sassy retort, another male strolled over to Michael, going in for a bro-hug.
I watched the two of them greet each other as if they'd been lifelong mates. I was kind of excluded as they chatted amongst themselves, up until Michael decided to introduce me to his friend.
"Oh um, Rach, this is Calum. Calum, this is Rachel." Michael explained awkwardly.
I had to raise my head to get a view of Calum's face, since he was a fair foot taller than me.
His complexion was golden, and a bit darker than mine. His hair was ruffled effortlessly, blonde streaks just noticeable amongst the dark locks. With wide eyes, he stared down at me. His eyes were gorgeous, the perfect shade of chocolate.
As our eyes met, wrinkles of joy appeared at the sides of our faces.
My eyes then raked his body, as his did to mine.
He was dressed in a dark green oversized flannel, some black skinny jeans and some black converse. He had nice style.
I then became self conscious of my own outfit. Would he find my clothes too revealing? I mean I was wearing a bralette/crop-top and a mini skirt, but my cardigan covered most of my skin.
I snapped back to reality. I looked amazing, and I didn't want to doubt myself about that. Positivity is what I live by, and I wasn't going to go against that.
"Nice to meet you, Calum." I swallowed my nerves and held out my hand for him to shake.
He shook it gently and then replied with, "You too, Rachel."
If his looks hadn't sold the fact that he was practically a god, than his voice did. Who was this guy? How come I hadn't seen him around before?
Calum's lips parted, words almost falling to create conversation between us, but before he had the chance to spit his sentences out, Chelsea rushed up to me and grabbed my arm urgently.
"Rach! It's our song! Dance with me!" She squealed, ripping me away from Calum and Michael, and dragging me onto the dance floor once again.
