Things That Blind Us

Chapter 7

“I knew you couldn't resist” He says.

“If by resist you mean not wanting to walk all the way home in the one hundred degree weather, then yes. I absolutely couldn't resist.”

He chuckles and I find myself very proud of my response as stupid as it sounds. The next few minutes were quiet. I found myself gazing at Harry and admiring his features. It's not that I'm attracted to him even though he is very good looking.. I really don't know what it is about him.

Harry reaches out his arm and turns on some music.

As the song starts, it is a very familiar beat and memories start flooding in.

“You listen to The Ramones?” I ask him.

“Yeah, why? Is it too loud for you?”He mocks me.

“No, it's really cool actually.” I say.

“You listen to them?”

“Yeah, my dad use to have all the cd's and I would take them and listen to them in my room.” I say a little more then I meant to.

As I was talking I looked through some of Harry's CD's and noticed that he had from The Ramones, to Pink Floyd, to The Rolling Stones. If they weren't so unorganized I would've confused them for my own collection.

“Why don't you play these in your apartment instead of that other garbage?” I ask without thinking

“This is what I play at home. I guess you already had a bad image of me when you first saw me and focused only on how loud my music was instead of actually listening to what was playing.”

I didn't say anything. There was nothing I could say. I wanted so badly to disagree with him but he was right. I did judge him to soon and now that I think about it I never really played close attention to the music.

The rest of the ride was quiet until he asked me something.

“So do you wanna get a drink?”

His question caught me off guard. I thought hanging out with me would be the last thing he would want to do, but I don't want to be rude and a drink sounds good right about now even though its only 2 in the afternoon.

“Uh, sure. Where to?”

Harry's P.O.V.

“I have an idea.” I say.

I don't know why I asked her if she wanted to have a drink with me. Somehow she ended up in my car with me and we sort of bonded over rock music. I never thought she's be into this stuff. She seems so uptight and serious.

As I drive I notice her looking at me through my peripheral vision. There she goes again, observing me. I guess my tattoos and piercings are something strange to her. Its not like I'm not human. Its funny though, she looks like she's trying to figure something out and every time she is about to say something, she doesn't. She just closes her mouth and looks out the window.

I'm trying to be nice and all cause I have to admit, I have been a dick to her ever since she moved in to the apartment.

I make a turn and park outside the usual bar I always attend to get drunk and forget about my problems. I look at her and she looks nervous. Has she ever even been to a bar?

“Have you ever been to a bar?” My words follow soon after I think them.

“Not really..” She says and stares at the ground.

“Then why did you agree to come?” I asked puzzled. She's stranger than I am.

“I don't know. I didn't want to be rude, I guess.”