White Lies

White

Tuesday @ 5:40pm

       Heads blaring with soft indie tunes.
A dimmed room, being only lit by a vanity table, scattered with makeup and cigarettes. Hypnotized by Nicki's delicate hand smearing lipstick on her plump lips, her signature red. After touching it up, she messed with her brown tussled hair, running her fingers through it a bit. She caught me staring and winked at me, giggling. I snap out of my trance, feeling my corners tug upwards. She took a drag off her cig, and laid back in her chair blowing it towards the ceiling fan. We sat, taking in our surroundings, wondering if there was any meaning to this life.
       Well at least I was.

Next thing I know, I'm in my old chevy nova, racing down the way too familiar, busy streets. We pull off down the usual alley, veering to the left at the end, to an old, lonely train tunnel. Once out you see a slowing decaying, abandoned house lit up with lights on the inside. Walking in, your hit with the aroma of alcohol, cig smoke, and sweat-the usual. Nicole somehow always finds someone to kick it with, while I spend my nights alone. I make my way to the kitchen, to grab a bitter- sweet wine cooler. When I turn my head around mid sip, I see Scott kicking it with her. I silently sneer at the girl who he cheated on me with. I quickly feel my stomach churn, so I walked out of the kitchen to the couch in the far corner; the crowd was less dense there. With dust cascading around me from sitting on the beat up couch, I slam some of my drink to hopefully make me feel numb. Let the pain drift away, along with all my memories, leaving me with just the high.

The world was spinning, everything was in slow motion. I don't remember what I did, but I knew it wasn't good. After feeling like Alice, falling down a deep, black hole that never ends, I escalated into darkness.

My sensitive eyes open to a white room, white sheets, white walls, white everything. I look out the window and squint my eyes in pain, the light was not my friend right now. Where was I? I look down to see myself in a over sized T-shirt, who's? I attempt to stand up, wobbling a bit, I make my way into the hallway, which led to the living room. Once again the pattern of white walls, white couch, white curtains. Am I in heaven? I look to my left, an arched doorway, with a kitchen on the other side of it. I stumble into it, laying my eyes on a tall male, cooking-what smelled like- eggs and toast? His jet black hair was a mess on his crown, his shoulders were broad, his bare torso had lines of muscle, his strong arms were covered in tattoos, and he had a really nice ass. After snapping out of my stare again, I clear my throat, causing him to turn slightly around to glance at me. His oh so light blue eyes fixed on my grey ones, he smirked the slightest after going back to stirring the eggs. "How did you sleep?" His deep raspy voice echoed. "Okay I guess, " I say slowly. He comes back with, "Better than with some dirtbag at that party," he muttered. "You and I?" I asked. He shook his head chuckling under his breath, "No. You looked like a damsel in distress -unconscious distress-," he paused laughing at his own crude joke. I folded my arms slightly glaring at him. "Oh c'mon take a joke -," I rolled my eyes grinning, "Stephanie." "Stephanie- take a joke," he playfully smiled, continuing to stir the eggs. As if he was reading my thoughts, "By the way, my name is Dylan." We, momentarily, caught eye contact; he turned away smiling and all I could do was attempt to hide my burning cheeks.

   The food was delicious, the talk never had a dull moment, but I knew that there was something about him that made me want to know more. He only let on little, but left lots to wonder. His voice gave my body chills, and his smile set off fireworks in my stomach. After I finished eating, he offered me a ride home.  I hummed softly to The 1975, glancing over at him, seeing a smirk planted on his face. I turned back out to the window and smiled to myself. Within minutes, we are stopped in front of my apartment complex. I slightly smirk, "Will I see you around?" He ran a hand through his hair, "You might," he replied back with a devilish grin. I thanked him for the ride and started up the steps to the main lobby, but turned back to see him watching me closely from the window. I wave slightly, while he returned it; I watched his black car disappear down the long street.  

    I walk in the apartment door, Nicole was on the worn out terrace-smoking. "Hey Nic," I say cheerfully. She turned and smiled at me, "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Who's slumber party did you crash?" I laughed, "I didn't sleep with anyone, if that's what your implying. I just stayed the night, no biggie." She rolled her eyes, "Yeah ohhh-kay," I laughed dryly. But little did she know my mind was far off, thinking of piercing blue eyes, ones that said more about him than he did himself. His entire being was a mystery, and I was determined to solve it.

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