Meant For Heaven

Chapter 7: Part 1: Colorful Mop

So, here with the next part. I realized this hadn't turned out to be as climactic as I thought it would, so I published it as just one part.

I have to will myself to really write more exciting stuff in this chapter (and of course the following chapters).

Wow, I'm sorry for taking so long to post this. I have never been this busy before! 

*Dedicated to my chimp brother ^.^ !! I miss him so much and I wish he could read this already.

Anyways, hope you guys read and enjoy =) !

 **Chapter 7: Night of Liberty

Part 1: Colorful Mop

When we got out of the doors, he put his jacket on me. His jacket was thick and long- it was warm and down to my knees- covering the whole dress I was wearing. I thank him softly. I was freezing.

We’d been walking a few corners away from the bar. I was staring at my feet the whole time, the way I do when I get nervous. He apologized that we had to walk. He said his car was parked at this area instead of at the bar. “Where are we?” I asked when we finally stopped walking. He opened the door to a bright-lit place full of giggling children and their parents.

I hear him chuckle as he run his hand through his hair. “Look around, we’re at the candy parlour. I just think everybody likes sugar, so here we are.”

I’ve seen him before.

But it weren’t his blue-green eyes- more like teal, his kinda long thick brown curls, or his pointy nose that seemed familiar. It was his smile. He had two thin lines that outlined his lips. When he smiled, one side of the ends of those lines furled into a curve- what a smirk.

“So?” he asked. I realized I had been staring at him for more than just a few seconds.

“Excuse me?” I coughed. My throat felt dry and itchy.

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? I’m buying.” I knew he was trying to calm me down.

For a moment, all that left my mouth was “oh,” and “uhm”. There were a lot things running through my head. After I notice my eyebrows were furrowed, I willed to keep myself composed and answer before things get more uncomfortable.

“Vanilla.” I finally said. While waiting for our order, he asked me what my name was. To which I answered, “Sierra Collins.” I know- lame answer. And my name’s Sarah Nichols, but I didn’t want to tell him my real name.

In a few minutes, I had a bowl of ice cream in front of me, a cold metal stuck on it, and million questions in mind. “Who are you?” I asked, just before taking my first spoon of ice cream.

“I’m Kevan, a guy from a bar, who’s bored as hell.” Another smirk rests on his face. He probably sensed how uneasy I was feeling, he continues. “Oh, I didn’t mean it that way.” What way? 

“Okay, I just brought you out of that place because I figured you didn’t know your way out of that mess. I’ve never seen you around before and you really looked troubled. I just thought you needed a hand, and don’t worry. I’m no pervert.” He raises his right hand in oath.

“Thank you for your intentions, but my sister’s still there. I have to get her. I don’t know what to do without her.” I said as nicely as I could. My hands were shaking. I feel so embarrassed by what had happened.

“You seriously wanna go back there?” Good point.

“Well, not really. Okay, I’ll just call her.” Why haven’t I called her yet? I seem to have had mentally panicked, I didn’t think things through as well as I should have.