New Girl - The Creatures

Chapter 7

21 Jumpstreet turned out to be a pretty good movie, much to my relief. I seldom liked going to the movie theater because I was always so worried about wasting my money on a movie I don't even like, but that wasn't the case tonight. James and Dan were making funny quips here and there, and Seamus' sarcasm was not a disappointment. When we left the theater, the lack of sunlight made it extremely chilly, and I could see our breath as we walked back to the car.

"God, it feels nice to not have a camera right now," Dan said between bites of the last of his Junior Mints. I laughed, and James proceeded to roll down the window and scream at random passerby. This took me by surprise but seemed to be the norm for the others.

Seamus turned up the radio, which was playing 'Here Is No Why' by Smashing Pumpkins. I gazed out the window as the streets whirled past us, the glow of the streetlights casting an orange haze over everything. Before long, we were back at the house and eventually sprawled out in different parts of the house.

I was back in my room, straightening things up and hanging my newly acquired poster. I was playing Bon Iver quietly on Spotify from my desktop, and I really loved the ambiance. There was a soft knock on my door, to which I called out, "Come in!" I turned to see Seamus fall onto my bed, face down.

"Hello to you too, Seamus," I said sarcastically, arranging my books by subject matter. "Mmm," came from a muffled Seamus, and I saw him flip over out of the corner of my eye.

"How many books do you have?" he asked incredulously. "Not as many as I'd like, unfortunately. I have about 35 right now," I replied, standing back to look at my shelves. "I think you have more than the entire city of Detroit," he said. I laughed and turned to him.

"Did you want something?" I asked, folding my arms. "Can I not enjoy the presence of a pretty girl? Will I be arrested?" he retorted in his trademark sarcastic drawl.

"Tch, pretty my ass. You wouldn't come in here unless you wanted something," I said, walking over to my desk and sitting down. I pulled up my email and deleted a few spam before looking at a now quiet Seamus. He looked vaguely hurt by what I said, which confused me.

He sat up and folded his knees toward him, resting his forearms on top of them. "You know, I actually do think you're pretty. I just wanted to come in here, the hipster coffee shop music was relaxing. Also, I was wondering if you just wanted to talk," he said slowly, his eyes locked on me. I raised my eyebrows, and he quickly added, "You know, just like more questions and things like that. I actually enjoyed doing it when we were going to the comic store this morning." Shit, was that really only just this morning? I still couldn't believe that I'd only been here for about 2 days, I got along with all of the guys so well.

"Oh. I'm sorry," I said, spinning my chair so it was facing him. He shrugged but seemed to be placated now. "What do you want to know?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment and then said, "I want to know about you. I asked you a few questions earlier, but it wasn't really anything invasive." I smirked, saying, "You're gonna have to give me a little bit more to go off of than just that, or else we'll be here for hours talking about my hipster coffee shop ways."

Smiling, he asked his first question. "What's your ideal fantasy? Like, if you could live anywhere in the world right now and do anything you want and have whatever life you want, what would it be?"

I let out a low whistle and ran my left hand through my hair. "That's a loaded question if I've ever heard one," I muttered. and then tried to think of a way to start.

"Well, I'd honestly want to stay here in Colorado, because I had dreamed of living here since I was 12. It was this weird sort of obsession, especially when I got to my senior year. I'd never visited here, never been any further out west than Louisiana for a school trip. But I felt a huge draw to Colorado, and I wanted nothing more than to move somewhere that people wouldn't know me at, where I could start over and people would like me for me, and not from what someone I went to high school with told them. I'm getting sidetracked though. So I'd want to stay here, but I would want to work for National Geographic. I've always wanted to travel, and I can't comprehend what it must be like to be paid to travel and photograph places and people around the world. I'd want to have a really nice studio apartment in Denver, and completely turn it rustic as far as furniture and overall design go. I'd want a corgi, and to live with someone that I loved. I want to be in love with someone so much so that I'd able to get up and see downtown Denver at sunrise, but rather look at them asleep next to me than at the sunrise. I'd want to make them chocolate chip pancakes while wearing just their shirt, and for them to come with me anytime I have to get on a plane. That'd be ideal," I finished my spiel and looked at him.

He was laying on his back, smiling faintly at the ceiling. "That does sound ideal," he said. The questions didn't stop there, but that was definitely the longest one. After a series of inquiries like what decade I'd live in, my favorite quote, my first job, what I was like in high school, I was shocked to see that it was after midnight.

"Don't worry, we can continue tomorrow," Seamus smiled as he stood up to leave my room. I gave him a small smile and fought the urge to put my arms around him again. He opened his mouth to say something but didn't speak. His ears turned red for some reason, and then he left.

I closed the door after him and laid down on the floor. This sucked. I only knew him for 2 days, and I didn't want to rush into something after knowing someone for such a small amount of time. I was more practical than that. This wasn't some stupid love story I read in high school where the girl and boy miraculously fall in love after a week of knowing each other. This was real life, where you had to be responsible and take your time.

God, I wish I didn't have to. After laying on the floor for a few more minutes, I got up and changed into my pajamas. This consisted of dark gray slimmed sweatpants and a long sleeved black v-neck. I shut off my computer, took off my bra, and brushed my teeth.

This was pointless since I knew I was too awake to be falling asleep anytime soon. I turned my computer back on and quietly walked downstairs to get something to drink. I could hear what I assumed to be Dan's snores, James watching some kind of movie from his room, and Seamus recording yet another video. I tiptoed as quietly as I could and soon made it to the sanctuary of the kitchen.

I scoured the fridge, and after deciding I was not in the mood for Mountain Dew or Pepsi at the moment, grabbed a water bottle and decided to grab an apple as well. I slowly closed the fridge, and decided to sit outside.

It wasn't much colder than it had been when we got out of the movie theater, but I was thankful for having on socks. There was a party going on at the house to the right of the backyard, and I could hear a few people arguing in accompaniment to loud dubstep. I took a few bites out of my apple and hummed Lump Sum by Bon Iver quietly to myself since it had been in my head since I got home.

Home. It was strange to think of it like that in regards to time, but I'd never felt more welcomed than I ever had in my whole life. My thoughts were punctured by the echo of a slap from next door, and a girl's scream. Due to where I was at on the porch, I could see what was going on.

The scream had not come from the girl who had been slapped but by someone who must have been friends with her. The guy who hit her staggered back a few steps, a stereotypical red Solo cup in his hand. The one who had screamed did so in a rage, and within seconds she was beating the shit out of him. Five people came out of the house, 3 of them pulled the girl off the guy, and the other 2 went over to make sure the girl that was slapped was okay.

The guy bolted into the house, and I heard a car engine roar to life and the squeal of tires down the street. The one who slapped him yelled out, "FUCK YOU!" and went over to her friend. All I heard were quiet, incoherent sobs. The others went back inside the house, but the two girls remained. A minute or two later, the slapper got her friend to laugh, and I couldn't help but hope that everything would be okay for her.

I went back inside and threw away my apple core. I ran my hand through my hair and climbed the stairs slowly. Dan was still snoring, James was still watching his movie, and Seamus seemed to be wrapping up his recording. Smiling to myself, I walked into my room, and mutely shut the door.

After playing some more of my Skyrim playthrough, I decided to at least attempt to sleep. I was not surprised to see that it was now 3 in the morning since I always lost track of time while playing Skyrim. I shut my computer off for the second time that night and climbed into my bed. I laid in my bed for a little bit, but I couldn't stand how quiet it was.

I opened up the YouTube app on my phone and plugged in my ear buds. I looked up Seamus' Twitter handle from when I exchanged my own with the guys yesterday during dinner and found his YouTube channel. I saw that he had a Skyrim playthrough going on, so wanting to maintain the theme of this very late night, I pressed play on episode one. Seamus' voice came through my ear buds, and I soon drifted into sleep with his soothing voice acting as my lullaby.

** Author's note: Hey guys!! Thank you so much for nearly 100 reads! I'm super sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been taking classes online this summer so I've been fairly busy. I will be writing more tonight and be uploading a few times a week now, but thank you all for being patient!! **