RESTLESS || JÜRI POOTSMANN
I laid awake in my bed for the fourth time this week. My eyes stared up at the ceiling as I tried not to think about it. Once you think about how you really have to fall asleep, it's not going to happen anyway.
Lost cause.
At least I didn't have to wake up early; tomorrow was a Saturday. Or better said, today was a Saturday.
The loud music that emerged from my neighbour's house was what I liked to blame for this particular restless night, though deep down I knew that I would've laid awake if they hadn't thrown party too.
Sighing, I ran my hands over my face, the loud music continuing to make the walls shake. How people could even enjoy music at that volume, was beyond me.
Every time I was home and a party was thrown by the neighbours, I regretted staying with my parents during that weekend. I came home, thinking I could finally get some rest. Seeing as my parents lived in a –usually– quiet neighbourhood as opposed to my hectic student life.
Ever since their new neighbours moved in, that changed and my only place of quiet was now no more.
Houses around here were close to connected, yet on the bigger end. It was a wealthy area; nobody would deny that fact. How three young boys ended up here, was still a mystery to me. One that I wouldn't like to unravel.
The alarm clock read 2AM, which meant the party probably wasn't going to end soon. They usually lasted until the early hours of the morning. I have no idea how my parents cope with it; I would have gone crazy by now. Then again, they were probably used to it and just slept through it.
I realised I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight anyway, and decided to get up. This room was a mess and could do with some cleaning.
I felt a shiver run down my body when a whiff of air swept past me. The slight moving of the curtains indicated the window still being open. I drew them open and caught a glimpse of two people in the room across mine, before slamming the window shut andquickly drawing the curtains close again.
That was something I most definitely wasn't interested in seeing.
***
The next morning I am up early; around six AM. I decide to take my parents' dog out for a walk. Though as I get outside, I am not alone. Someone emerges from the neighbours' house. He looks around and spots me.
Surprisingly, he approaches me.
"Mind if I join you for a walk?" He asks.
"Not at all."
At six AM on this winter morning, everything is still dark. In the litttle light that comes from the lanterns, I can vangualy see his face. He's not one of the guys who live there, that much I can tell.
Despite the dark circles and messy blonde hair, he still manages to look handsome.
He makes an inhumane sound and runs his hands down my face.
"Had a rough night?" I chuckle.
"I guess you could say that." He laughs, but stops and brings a hand back to his head. He inhales sharply.
"So, you live next door?" He asks, trying to make casual conversation.
"My parents do. I only visit during some weekends." I explain. I want to ask him what it is for him, but I have no idea how to say it.
"My friends live there." He then says, as if he read my mind. Just when I open my mouth to say something he speaks again, "You didn't ask, I know, but you wanted to."
He smiles at me. "What's your-" We both start to say at the same time, and end up laughing about the situation.
"You go first." I say.
"What's your name?"
"Natalie." I answer, "I was going to ask you the same thing."
He smiles, "Jüri."
We walk along side a lake with the dog. I let him off the leash so he can run around freely.
I can feel Jüri keeps glancing at me, though I can't help but do the same to him. He looks mysterious and interesting, which makes me unable to keep my eyes off him.
We walk along the lake mostly in silence and stolen glances. We get back to the houses sooner than I'd like to.
Even if I don't like to admit is, I am intrigued by the mysterious blonde guy walking next to me.
So, I take the shot.
"Let's go for coffee. Might help your hangover." I suggest.
Jüri chuckles, "I'd like that."
I check the time. "It's seven-thirty. We could meet in an hour, so... at eight- thirty?." I suggest and he nods.
"Sounds perfect." Jüri smiles at me and we part ways.
***
I attempt to sip my coffee that is still a bit too hot, burning my mouth every time I try.
"So, Natalie." Jüri starts with a mischievous smile. He folds his arms over each other in front of him on the table and leans forward. "What is your worst fear?"
I nearly choke on my coffee and he just sits there laughing, "What kind of question is that?"
Jüri shrugs his shoulders, "Just plain interest."
"Oh so you're not going to use it against me someday when we're old?" I ask sarcastically.
"Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me, making my face go red. I look at anything but him.
"You'd have to tell me what you were thinking before I can either confirm or deny that." Taking on the same position as he.
"That we should meet again and call it a date." He smiles triumphantly, probably proud.
I chuckle, "Not exactly." I nod my head, "But alright, let's do that."
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I should change this to "Jüri Pootsmann imagines" because that's much more accurate at the moment hahah but here is another one! :)
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also I started a new Jüri Pootsmann fanfic (I now have two, if you hadn't read the first one yet which is completed, feel free to read/vote/comment!) so please check that out, thank you :)
