Serendipity

Chapter Six

It was 1:02 when I rang her doorbell the next day.

"Hi." She greeted warmly in simple leggings and a hoodie. "How are you?"

"Good, how are you?"

"That's good. Good thank you." Remi smiled, making her eyes crinkle and most of her thick makeup dissapear for a moment. "My dresser is in the garage. Right this way."

It was cold in there, filled and filled with boxes and unpacked goods. None of them which seemed to belong to her, mainly just lamps and oven mitts and everything other random thing a house had to offer.

It took a good half hour, and too much effort in order to push the bureau up the stairs. Once it was level in the hall, she easily pushed it into her room without my help whatsoever.

"Your mom sure has the temperature really warm in here." I said.

"It's my dad. He's not real big on being cold."

"You should take your jacket off. You're really sweating."

She tugged at the sleeves of her black hoodie while looking at the ground. "No it's okay. I'm used to it." She said, avoiding eye contact with me.

Instead of searching for the truth, I sat on her bed, and she followed, just like the day before.

"I start school tomorrow." She fiddled with her thumbs and stared at her bedspread.

"I didn't know uni started this late. Where are you going? Is it far fom here?"

"It's called Montclare? I think? A little ways a way I guess."

"Montclare like the secondary school?" I asked, searching for her eyes.

"Yeah." She laughed a little bit. "It'll be my last year in schooling."

"Wow." I let my body rest against the backboard of her bed. "I thought you were older."

"17. And you're 19."

"That's okay."

"That's okay." She repeated with a smile, scooting a little closer to me. "I'm really nervous."

"It's fine. Just go and get your work done and be positive. You have nothing to be worried about."

"School isn't very easy for me."

"I can help. My Lit teacher said I could of gotten into Oxford if I had tried."

"The work is fine." She said. "Making friends isn't the greatest."

"We became friends pretty easily."

Remi looked at me before scooting closer. Her eyes examined my face slowly. Gently, she leaned in and brushed her lips against mine, before kissing them sweetly.

I didn't say anything.

"Shit I'm sorry." She stood up abruptly and let the wind flow through her hair on the balcony that she stepped out upon.

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

She turned around revealing her reddened cheeks.

"Do you want to play football?" I asked.

"What?"

"Like outside? I have a ball in my garage."

She zipped up her hoodie a bit before following me outside on the street.

"You play much?" She asked.

"At Montclare I played for a while. It's fun, you should try out."

She stood with plenty of distance between us, allowing to pass the ball back and forth along Rosy Court. "Sports aren't really my thing."

"What's your thing then?" I called.

"I like music. And art, I guess."

"That's cool."

"It's not much. Nothing impressive. I don't really do anything. Have nothing interesting to say about myself."

"You've told me a lot. You travel, you paint, you know every fact about that Low band."

To what I could tell, it caused her to laugh on her side of the street. "All Time Low?"

"Yes, that one." I kicked the ball lightly back to her, before she picked it up with her own hands. "Hey! I don't know how they played where you're from, but we certainly don't do that in Beverly!" I joked running after her. She began to travel further away with me.

"You mean on Rosy Court?" She yelled back between her fights of laughter. "No picking up the ball! No touching the ball! No kicking the ball! No looking at the ball!"

Finally, I managed to hold her, the soccer ball centimeters away from my reach. She looked at me, the way I possibly could imagine before our kiss minutes ago. Her hands let go of the ball, and instead attached to me. "No kissing on Rosy Court." She joked innocently with her deep, chocolate eyes.

I leaned in a bit, cautiously and slowly.

I kissed her, and she kissed back. In the middle of the street, she didn't want to let go, but when she did, a smile had been replaced from my lips, grinning ear to ear.

"I think I'm going to like this town." She said before kissing me once more.

~This writing sucked so badly but oh well wanted to get it done hope you liked it!"