handle | dolan

6 - may 2nd

Tara Rayes

The rest of the day has been pretty boring. The room, my new bedroom, looks even cuter by now. It's now very personal, because of pictures and different stuff I added. I'm satisfied and ready to live the next 89 days in here.

Yes, I've counted all days.

Happily I wake up and go downstairs in my pajamas to have breakfast. My hair's still messed up from my heavy sleep and I notice that my legs are unshaved when I look down to see my too short shorts. Short shorts game on point, I'd say.

I don't care though, since I am completely alone ...

not.

Just when I turn around from the wall and bite into my avocado sandwich - they have everything in this kitchen! - I see a guy standing next to the door.

He'd scared the shit out of me so I drop my sandwich onto my plate. I inhale deeply and would've screamed if there wouldn't be food in my mouth. Quickly I gulp it down and wipe my mouth with my hands. Wow, a great first impression of you, Tara.

The saddest part is, I realize, that he's freaking hot. He looks like a 25-year-old supermodel, directly out of a magazine from a famous clothing brand with his dark, curly hair and his greenish-brown eyes.

Why is there a guy - a super breathtaking hot guy - in my kitchen? It isn't my kitchen, okay, but it is mine for these three months. Isn't it?

In these seconds I question everything. Is this my home for now? Is this the right house? Is this even the right country? Where am I? Which year are we in?!

"Um, hi?" is all I manage to say, which sounds more like a question.

"Hi," he responds confused, not as much as I am, though.

There are so many questions in my mind, I don't know what I should ask first.

"Who are you?" I look at him, up and down, as I remember how awful I look. Hopefully he ... Nevermind. He must've noticed.

"Huh?" I snap him out of his trance. My confidence will hopefully cover up my horrible looking self. "Wait a second ... Aren't you ..."

His eyes widen and he bites his lip. He looks nervous as hell.

His dark hair and greenish-brown eyes remind me of a boy I've seen in an ad. If I remember it right, it is for dog food.

"... the guy from the dog-food-ad?"

Slowly he shakes his head. He lets out a nervous laughter.

"I, I'm Ethan," he stutters and gets his shit together. The nervousness clearly leaves his body and he exhales after I don't respond anything. "I'm here because, well, I live here."

"But ... I live here," I point out, the most confused I've ever been. "Wait, like, is this your house? Am I staying in your house? Illegally?! I promise you, I -"

He cuts me off, laughing, "Hey, you're fine. Everything's just right."

I think for a moment. "But ... I don't get it. Why am I here if you live here?"

"You're here because you signed yourself in. You're still supposed to stay here for three months ... Think of us like a surprise."

Surprise? Us? What the hell is he talking about?

He interprets my look right and continues talking. "Nevermind. Just go on with ... your breakfast. All you need to know is that I'll stay here, with you."