So, im sure you have heard of OurSecondLife. None the less, Jccaylen. Maybe not, i didnt either until i accidentally fell in love with him.
Garcia, Taylor, and I were walking the the crowded streets of Los Angeles. My home town for about 5 years now, but i dont really get out much. I get out to get groceries, to shop, and to eat with friends , every once in awhile. So, i still dont know much nor, my way around very well.
We walked to the main mall, or may i say one of the smallest malls ever. Yes, i know, you expect every place, and mall to be a good size, none the less even, big. So yes, this mall is actually pretty big, but i have seen bigger in Hollywood, so it isnt that big to me.
Once we were done shopping we went to eat at the food court. We all chose to buy Starbucks drinks, and to eat at Panera. We all walk to sit down at the arrangements of tables perfectly cleaned. Surprisingly, it was very empty in the exception of a restaurant. We ate and left, with me, the slow drinker, that i surely am, sill had my Starbucks, Lime Refresher.
We leave Panera and walk out to the car. I, the only 18 year old out of my two friends who can drive, considering they are only 16 and only have their permit, is forced to drive. So, i take my sweet old time getting to the car, not wanting to drive. I stare at my phone, drink my Refresher, that Taylor had offered to buy, and slowly make my way to the convertible. My friends have already made it to the car.
Im not paying attention when either I or he run in to each other and i spill my drink, of course, all over me.
"Im so sorry!" I say walking away fast, realizing im wearing a white shirt with a black bra underneath and you can see through my shirt!
"Wait!" I hear footprints running after me, "Im really sorry!" I hear a sexy, husky voice call after me, and a hand on my shoulder attempting, and succeeding to turn me around. As he gets me to turn to him, i feel my cheeks blush as he takes a step forward, realizing that my shirt is beyond see through at this point. "Ohh, Im sorry about your shirt. Um, here. I was heading to the gym anyways, i dont need it." Hes explaining while im looking down at my shirt, then looking up to see he is handing me his very own.
"Well, since its already off," i say as a take it from his hands, while heavily smiling. I slide it over my own shirt. It slides down over my shorts and all you can see by this point is my knee high socks that actually match perfectly with the shirt, and my white converse.
"Well then, a little feisty one, arent ya!" I giggle, " Not even going to comment on my abs, huh?" I smile and slowly grab a piece of paper and pen out of my purse and write down my number.
"I think you may want this." I say and slowly jog away, to the car,throwing my cup in the trash.
I hear him say underneath his breath, right as i turn around, "Damn."
I smile.
