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"I-I uh.. I was uh bored and I-I"
"It's okay." the masked person says again in a numbly voice. I can tell he is mad, or pissed. Both of them perhaps. I look awkwardly to the floor and fumble with my fingers. I feel him staring at me and I choose to ignore him. A strange feeling courses through me, but I know it is not fear. I actually feel more safe now, safer than before. Probably because of the glass window. If he tries to kill me or rape me, someone will watch and he can't take that risk. "How come you're not screaming or kicking me?" he asks breaking the awkward silence between us. He's probably used to kidnap people and having them threaten him, or try to escape. And here am I, using this as an advantage for shelter I do not have in the moment.
"I don't have the energy to." I simply respond, shocked that I didn't stutter this time. He chuckles and sits on the bed I slept in.
"Oh, well." he says. I still don't know whether he is being sarcastic or actually understanding. If he'd take the damn mask off then maybe I can decipher his emotions. He's probably not the best looking fellow and he's trying to hide his face from everyone. Maybe he has a huge scar on his face that he does not want people seeing it, either way it's more comfortable being able to see his face than a black mask.
"Why am I here?" I ask curiously, still standing in the closet, I want my distance between this man and me.
"Because I was bored and wanted to prank my friend." he explains laughing. What? I'm even more confused now. "I told you to go along with it, remember?" he says like its the most obvious thing in the world.
"Excuse me. What?" I said, clearly not believing him. "I was bored and well the cashier is a friend of mine and he owes me money so I pranked him taking you. He was probably drooling over you." He says. What the hell?! This was all a rude prank made for a boy who owed him money? What kind of human being does that?! Is he sick?!
"So you're telling me that after the worst day of my life, you fake kidnap me, drug me, let me stay here, and then you tell me it was all fake? Do you have freaking mental problems?! I got into the wrong plane and landed here in New York! Without my parents! Without a phone, money or damn identification and you tell me the whole kidnapping was fake? What the heck?!" I practically yell at him. I hadn't noticed the tears falling out of my eyes, I probably look hopeless and weak, I hate it. I hate him for doing this to me.
"What? I'm sorry.. really. I am." he says, I cannot tell if he truly is though because of the stupid mask. "Take the mask off please!" I beg at him sitting in a red velvet chair. He removes his beanie and slowly, and slightly seductively, removes his mask. I can't help but gape at him. His face is what people call masculine at extremeness. His jaw is tight and muscular and his cheekbones are god-like. In fact, his whole face is god-like. His eyes are the most interesting color I've ever seen, they are emerald green but they have a hint of grey to them. And his hair is the best yet. It is curly, and dark chocolate color. I have never seen a face that perfect. His beauty is breath-taking, a playful smirk paints his perfect face. He put the beanie once more and breaks the silence.
"What is your name love?" he asks, I see how his lips move forming the words carefully. "Aideen." I simply answer. He stands up from the bed and starts walking towards the door. "Aideen." he whispers and finally walks out. Again I am left here confused. This rude, crazy, confusing boy gives me headaches and I do not even know his name.
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Seconds later, he comes with something in his hands. A phone. "Here, call your parents and tell them where you are." He says rudely and throws the phone to the bed. I'm more confused than ever of his sudden change of mood. I take it in my hands admiring its beauty. I have never held an iphone in my hands and it feels absolutely good. I may be exaggerating but I don't care, really. It is such a foreign feeling. The cold material touches my hands and I press the middle button. It turns on and the screen is what seems a sky, with many stars. I unlock it and search for the phone application. I tap the screen and worry washes through me. I do not know my parent's number or any number at all. He walks into the room and I look at him. "Uh..they don't pick up." I lied, biting my lip. I was nervous of his reaction.
"Well crap. We'll try later. Right now I have to run some errands, you can stay here. Feel free to use the bathroom or eat whatever is in the fridge, not the chocolate cake though." He says smiling, dimples showing. It makes him look even more innocent, something that doesn't quite fit with his personality. "Um.. c-can I come with you? I'll get too bored in here.." I asked shyly. "Yeah, if you don't bother me." he shrugged. "You don't have more clothes do you?" he asks half smiling at me. "No, not really." I said embarrassed, my cheeks turned pink and he let out a deep chuckle. If I had a phone I would tape that and set it as my ringtone, wait did I just think that? This boy makes me insane.
"Here, you can borrow one of my hats and my jacket." He said taking his beanie off and his jacket off and handing it to me. I bit my lip staring at his body. He is wearing a black V neck shirt that shows off his tattoos. This thing has to be warm, it is about 6 degrees out and he was only wearing this and a cotton T-shirt. I take the pieces of clothing and slip the jacket on, it looks like a coat on me. He runs his eyes looking at how the jacket fits me and laughs. "Do you have a brush?" I ask snapping his eyes towards my face and not my body. "Mjm, here." he says giving me a hair brush. I run it along my long hair, making it tangle free.
I know he hasn't taken his eyes off me. I put the beanie on and hand him the brush. I walk towards the bathroom and take some toothpaste in my finger and run it along my teeth. Disgusting, I know but that is all I got and I hated the earlier taste in my mouth. I rinse my mouth and look at the mirror and jump. He is standing there looking at me with that damn smirk. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment and he bites his lip. He is wearing a new jacket and a different shirt, it is a button up shirt and he has a new beanie on, it is black too but the material is less thick. His hair is pulled away from his face and he looks heavenly. "Are you ready, Aideen?" he asks pronouncing my name slow and seductively. "Are you ready mom?" he playfully asks and I roll my eyes and walk out of the bathroom. I walk again into the earlier room I was in and search for my item. I thank God this boy took it with him, my Polaroid camera.
"Let's go." he says walking out of the small but spacious apartment, with only two rooms and one bathroom. We step into the elevator and I admire my camera, seeing this is the only thing I have that reminds me of my parents and my only possession at the moment.
"Why did you take this with you?" I ask him curiously, I am more comfortable with him now.
"Because I saw the way you looked at it." he answers, the elevator opens off and he walks out of it, leaving me behind. I'm left again confused. I quickly follow him and get into the familiar car, he turns the heat as high as it can get and I am glad. It's freezing. Seattle is cold but not this cold. I watch the window, seeing all of the white floors and smile. I love snow. Minutes pass and we're both quiet.
"So, Aideen, tell me about yourself." He says casually still focused on the road. I think for a second what to say, but my mind is empty. "Er- there isn't much to tell really." I say honestly, he chuckles and locks his eyes with mine. "Are you sure? No sports, bands, instruments?" he asks again jerking his head towards the road again.
"Nope. Nothing." I say meaning it, "My life is a complete boring one. I spend everyday studying, reading, and then cleaning my room. I do it every single day, and I do not have any friends. All my family live in Miami and in the Caribbean and that's it. Oh and I was born in Puerto Rico." I say and he raises and eyebrow towards me. "Latina? Oh, that explains a few things." He says biting his lip and looking at my body. A slight blush creeps in, I know exactly what he meant. My body is slightly like a latina's would be, but less big. "So let me get this straight, you have never had an experience in your life? Not a single one. No rollercoasters, haunted houses, vandalizing, partying or sex?" he asks and I cringe at his last word.
"N-no.." I stutter embarrassed. I am completely boring. "Can I make a deal with you?" he asks smiling in thought.
"Depends." I answer debating what he will say.
"Stay with me, for two weeks. And I'll show you what you've been missing on for the past 17 years."
(vote and comment! Also, Merry Christmas Eve! And Happy Birthday to Louis<3 I can do a double update for you guys if you want! Idk if I should continue with the story though lol:D bye!)
