Wherever you are

Wherever you are chapter 2

" so I guess I was missing out on something." I said looking up at him.

" not much." He joked.

" so I'm getting hit on by a famous adorable guy?" I asked.

" you've got it right." He laughed.

There was an awkward moment of silence until he asked " do you like coffee?"

" I do." I said.

" let's go get one, I think my ass is freezin to the ground."

I laughed and got up and brushed my butt off. I was pretty cold.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs.

" I'm just gonna drop my guitar off with my boys." He said taking me down the road.

" your boys?" I asked. Am I getting coffee with a gay guy?

" not like that. Just the rest of the band." He laughed.

" oh."

He lived in a small house with cute garden gnomes and a shabby shed with a garden hose beside it.

The screen door creaked when he opened it and we walked into the front door. Then he knocked again and a boy with a goofy smile and brown hair opened the door and locked his eyes on me.

" whatcha got here?" He asked looking at him then back at me.

" it's called a girl." He snapped handing him his guitar. " take care of this we're gonna go grab a coffee."

The brown haired boy rolled his eyes and shut the door.

" sorry about him." He said as we walked.

" why? I mean at least he doesn't pick up random girls on the street." I joked.

" true." He said looking into my eyes.

What am I doing? I met a random guy and now I'm going to get coffee with him? He could be a murderer.. Or worse. Am I crazy? Is he crazy? Are.. We crazy?