"Nice to meet you." I shook his hand while looking at his dominant features. He had nice cheek bones, well groomed eyebrows. I couldn't really tell what color his eyes were. He had fluffy red hair and what looked to be an eyebrow piercing on his right eyebrow. He was wearing a black jacket and blue jeans. I think he was wearing a band t-shirt, but my vision was too blurry to make it out.
"Abby." I mumble, turning towards the moonlight. He sighed to himself and tapped his finger against the phone he was holding. "That's a pretty name." I smiled at his attempt to make conversation.
"So, uh.." he paused for a moment, "what brings you up here?" I looked over at him like it wasn't obvious and smiled pathetically. "I um," I wiped beneath my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. "I like the view." I gestured towards the sky that was filled with galaxies of stars. He nodded his head, pulling his sleeves over his hands.
"It's a pretty view, but you didn't have to get up here to see it." That comment made me laugh to myself.
"What brings you here?" I asked him. "Just wandering around trains at five in the morning?" He didn't say anything, but unlocked his phone to show an iOS game. "I was catching Pokemon."
He put his phone in his pocket and looked over at me. "Okay," I laughed, "but at five in the freaking morning?" He smiled for some reason, and pointed at a building behind us. "I work over there, a tattoo parlor, and I came outside to have a smoke and catch jiggly puff . I came down here to catch more when I noticed you." He glanced up at the moon .
"And I was worried, " he continued, "because who sits on top of trains at this time in the morning?"
Depressed teenagers, that's who.
"Well," I paused, not sure of what I should tell him. I couldn't just casually say "Oh you know, just about ready to down a bottle of pills. The usual, really."
"Thanks for acknowledging me. That's a first." I grabbed my backpack and opened it as he began to speak. "Would you mind coming back to the parlor with me?"
I took a pack of gum out of the bag and took two pieces out, unwrapping one and putting it in my mouth. I held the other out to him as he waited patiently for my answer. He took it and mumbled a quick 'thanks'.
"I don't know," I mumble, " my dad always told me not to talk to strangers." He laughed, and threw his wrapper off of the train. "So did mine. But I just took this gum you offered me."
I smiled to myself. "Touché."
Sitting wordlessly, I chewed my gum. I sniffled again. "Seriously. Why are you up here?" Instead of answering, I questioned him. "I like that accent. Is it British or something?" He sighed.
"Australian, actually."
"It's cute." That made him smile.
I knew he was still waiting for an answer, but I didn't want to reply. I didn't want to leave. I had made up my mind and I was set on doing this. He couldn't change my mind. I don't care how cute he was or how nice he was being.
"What happened?" He mumbled, and I'm surprised I was able to make it out. It wasn't really any of his business to ask me that. But what's the worst that could happen?
