Inconvenience (Dalton Rapattoni)

Chapter 3

The concert was over, and I said bye to Evan and Aidan after we swapped numbers.
I was sitting against the brick wall of the venue taking a breather. The October air was comforting. A tour bus was parked across from me. The word 'Nobody' printed in big bold letters on the side of it.
The concert ended probably thirty minutes ago, I knew it was time to text my mom.
Arabella: The concert is over now.
Mom: Honey, I'm sorry I had to back home because the baby sitter had to leave, and I had no one to watch Cher. Can you find another way home?
Arabella: yeah

Well isn't this inconvenient? I was over three hours from home and I had no way to get home. Everyone had long since left. I slowly sank down to the concrete. I had stupidly forgot a jacket. Why are you such an idiot Arabella? My anxiety levels were slowly rising as I tried to think of a solution. I came up empty handed. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse I heard a cough from beside me. I must've been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't hear the person's footsteps. I slowly looked up in fear it would be security.
Once my eyes adjusted to the light above me, I saw his face. It was the blonde-headed guy that opened for Blue October. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
He didn't say anything, he just stared down at me, his head slightly tilted in confusion. He kinda looked like a dog when you call it's name. I silently laughed at my joke.
His eyebrows were drawn together in confusion. I don't blame him. It's not often you see an eighteen year old girl sitting on the concrete in mid-October with no jacket at 9 o'clock at night.
He crouched down beside me.
"Why are sitting out here," his ruff/soft voice asks.
"Because life is inconvenient," I awkwardly state, wary of the boy beside me. He only looks more confused.
"What does that mean," he asks softly, his sea-green eyes stare at me, waiting for my answer.
"It means that I'm stuck three hours from home with no way of getting home," I awkwardly whisper, moving away from him slightly. His close proximity made me uncomfortable, he was probably harmless, but you never know.
"Where do you live," he asked as he sat down on the ground beside me.
Why couldn't he just leave me be? We were strangers, I didn't even know his name for god's sake.
"That's none of your business, now is it," I awkwardly whisper, scooting farther away from him.
"I was just trying to be nice," he grumbles under his breath but I heard him.
"Why? I don't even know your name, why are you being nice to me," I warily ask.
"You don't know my name," he asks confused.
"Why would I know your name if you never told me it," I ask suddenly uncomfortable.
Realization comes over his face. Why would he think I would know his name? Is he that conceited?
"Hello, my name is Dalton," he happily says grinning, sticking his hand out for me to shake.
"Now that makes sense," I said, face palming.
"What," he asks confused, cocking his head slightly to the left.
"I thought the band name was Dalton," I said, chuckling at my stupidity.
"Why would you think that," he asks.
"On the drumkit it said 'Dalton', I just assumed it was a band name," I said, laughing at myself. I heard him chuckling from beside me.
"Nope, that's my name," he says grinning down at me.
"Why would I know your name," I ask, genuinely curious of his answer.
"That's not important, you know it now. So what's your name," he asks brushing off my question.
"Arabella," I awkwardly reply. I never liked my name, it was such a strange name.
"Are you Italian," he ask.
"Half, how did you know," I asked shocked, nobody knew I was Italian unless I told them, and this boy just guessed based off my name.
"Because Arabella means Adorable in Italian," he said in a duh tone.
"You are one weird kid, Dalton," I said, shaking my head at him.
"You have no idea," he whispers to himself, but I caught it, "by the way I'm not a kid, I'm twenty, thank you very much," he playfully adds.
"Really? You look the same age as me," I said, shocked, he really did look only eighteen.
"Which is how old," he asks.
"Eighteen," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Aww I see, so your the kid here," he says playfully, bumping his bicep into my shoulder.
"Oh don't start that I already get that enough from my twin brother," I grumble.
"You have a twin brother," he asks shocked.
"Sadly," I sigh playfully.
"That's so cool," he says excited as he bounces up and down.
"I guess," I shrug.
"So where do you live," he asks again.
"Stalker much," I playfully say, bumping my shoulder into his bicep, causing the sweet sound of his laugh to ring in my ears.
"But seriously, where," he asks as soon as he stops laughing.
"Dallas," I said, wishing I could go home, but at the same time didn't.
"I could take you home, unless you're uncomfortable. Forget it was a stupid idea," he rambles, getting quieter the more he talked.
"It isn't a stupid idea, but I couldn't ask you to do that," I said, softly, smiling up at the taller boy.
"Nonsense, it's not even a thirty minute drive from my house," he says, flashing me a boyish smile.
"Wait, where do you live," I ask confused.
"Stalker much," he laughs bumping his bicep into my shoulder again, causing me to laugh.
"I live in Sunnyvale," he says smiling down at me, "it wouldn't be a problem since I was going home tonight anyways," he continues.
"Okay," I said, I felt comfortable around Dalton, I know he wasn't going to hurt me.
"Well let's going, it's getting late," he says standing up and stretching.
I try to get up, but I fall back down on my butt, causing Dalton to burst into laughter.
"Here," he says reaching down and grabbing my hand and pulling me up with ease.
Suddenly a breeze blows past causing me to shiver. Dalton must've noticed because he took off his flannel and placed it on my shoulders.
"Dalton, you're gonna be cold now," I state stubbornly.
"I'll live," he says, before pulling me to his car by my hand.

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I'm sorry it's really long. So they finally met. I'm sorry the past chapters sucked. I didn't know how to go about it as far as dialogue. Anyways Night guys!
- Hannah