I wake up the next day to a text that reads, 'hey, i never got your name!'
I immediately respond, kind of excited, the texting actually goes on for a good half an hour.
He and I texting:
'oh, yeah. that may be important. hi, im aria!'
'oh, well. hello, madam! i am the one and only justin. but you can call me Jc. i like the 'c' little'
'okay, then jC.'
'hey, watch it! dont get on my bad side.'
'oh dont worry ill try'
'shes really nice dude! i wanna meet up with her!'
'huh?'
'oh, um. wrong person. hehe. that was for my friend kian.'
'well, just for the record i dont know much about Los Angeles *wink wink* maybe we could hang out in a little. and you could show me around!'
'well, doesnt that just sound splendid! meet me at the park in orange county, in say, two hours?'
'sounds great! see you then!'
I get a shower and throw on my rope, to head downstairs and find my older brother, Quinten visiting and eating breakfast.
"Well hi sis." he exclaims.
"Hi Quinny, out for your morning run?" I ask.
"As always, just popped in for some breakfast. Just finishing up. I cant believe im going to Paris soon!" he has been saving up for Paris since he was 15, he is now 20.
"I know. Im going to miss your morning pop ins!" i say going to hug him, with a puppy dog face.
"Gosh, sis, i wont be gone forever. Just about three months." he points out, while pushing my hug away and putting his dishes in the dishwasher. "I made you breakfast too. It's in your room on your bedside table. Made it while you we're showing." he winks, and smiles.
We say our goodbyes and i go upstairs to get dressed. I put on high wasted, sun bleached, blotchy shorts with seven buttons. I then threw on my maroon bralette top to match with my maroon Vans, and my white laced cardigan. Im going to be honest, i looked really good. Except for the makeup and hair i didnt do.
I realize that justin was picking me up in and hour! So, i do two long french braids down the back of my head, very quickly. I look in the mirror and im really impressed of how good my black, 'down to my ass' long, straight, hair, looks in french braids.
I do my make up with a nude lip, and a light gold, shimmer, smokey eye, and some smoked out black eyeliner. As well as, a pair of spread out, long lashes, on top of my already long eyelashes. After i am finished with my makeup and hair i realized that i was late by five minutes already.
But i don't have to really worry because im pretty close to the park considering i live in orange county. I hurry up and grab my keys, and head out to the car and drive to the park. I was so excited and not shy, nor nervous at all. Which is weird for me because i am a very shy person until im really involved with a person. That's why I don't get out much. But, with him its different.
Everything is different with jc, and i've only known him for less then twenty four hours. But there's something about him.
