For Your Heart

Chapter 7

When I was younger, my parents  took me to the fair. It was so bright and fun filled, a kid wonderland, we had such a wonderful time, my father rode every ride with me. I was only six, there was one ride that dropped you, that was the entire ride, It was dropping you, it took you so high and dropped you. It wasn't the one that stopped and brought you back up and dropped you again. It only dropped you once, and the ride was over, you got off with the wild tight feeling holding in your stomach, the unawareness because it only happened once, and so fast, you didn't blink, and you won't forget, but it was so fast. It took you as high as it could, and dropped you, and you got off on wobbly knees.

Looking at Leo, his icy blue eyes, they were so full, full to the brim with...me. I remembered that feeling, the feeling I was feeling once again, my knees wobbled and my heart pounded, and my thoughts scattered, because here I was falling, or was I still on the ride up? I felt my own hands tighten at my side, staring at him, taking him in.

He lowered his head, making me stiffen. He chuckled in my ear, making me shiver, as I stood there still in his arms, "Don't pull away from me, Tally". He stepped back letting me go, he took the tablet and waving and went into his office shutting the door calmly. I stood there looking at his door, before flopping down in my chair, I let out a gasp of air, before biting onto my thumb nail. That ride was called the Bullet...

For, the next five hours, we co-existed as secretary and boss, it was nice. It was unreal, but Leo didn't seemed frazzled from earlier, when he held me in his arms. I was trying to forget it, as I wrote sticks for the storyboard for tomorrow's meeting. "Tally" he buzzed, making me jump. Inhaling, I slowly calmed myself before answering, "Yes?" "What are you doing?" he asked. Looking at his closed door, I picked up the phone and connected to his line,  "Making the storyboard for tomorrow" I told him. "Is that all?" he asked. Looking up at the clock, I looked back to the sticky, shaking my head, "Yes". "Do you like Roses?" he asked. I dropped my pen, then gripping the phone tightly, "No, but I'm sure that Ms. Forthwright will". The line was silent for a second and then I could hear him laughing. He was laughing so hard, like I made a joke or something.

"Are you jealous?" He finally said.

"No, I'm just trying to better assist you, which is in my job description" I told him, picking my pen back up.

"So you are jealous"

"No"

"It's cute"

"I'm not jealous"

"But you are"

"It wouldn't matter if, I was, because you are just my boss"

His tone changed, to one more serious, "Tally, I will never 'just' be anything to you".

For the rest of the day, that what chased my thoughts, the fact he was never going to ever "just" be somebody to me. He was very annoying the way he went on and on about something, that was made clear, even now, if everything was to drop and stop, it would be me hurt. He wouldn't 'just' be the man I served coffee, or 'just' the man who like me, or 'just' the man who gave me butterflies. Leonardo Abello was the man who I served coffee, he was the first man to like me, the first one who gave me butterflies, and the first man who was going to break my heart. I never wanted to forget that I knew that the end was coming before it got here, it gave me a sense of reality.

I went home and let Tristan do my hair, she flat ironed the hair and combed it down around my shoulders, "You don't want to part it down the middle, everyone does that". She sided parted and pinned it so the long lock swopped something like a bang, but didn't stay in my face. She put on a light eyeshadow, that kind of casted a gold color, and mascara, and eyeliner, that just brought out my eyes, but nothing fancy. "Don't over due it" she told me. She had added a light pink to my lip, "You're too young for the dry stuff, you want to point out your youth, because that's all you got compared to Mandy Forthworth" she told me, honestly. "That didn't hurt in the least" I mutter. "Good, it wasn't meant to" she said closed the lip boom. "You actually look nice" she said, walking out the bathroom. Getting off the toilet, I glanced in the mirror, and for once, a smile appeared.