His Princess

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

A year ago, telling me that I had to go outside at night in the freezing cold of winter would’ve resulted in me laughing in hysterics then proceeding to slam a door in their face. I wasn’t really the outdoors type of person; I mean someone would’ve believed they could win the lottery if I just stepped out of my house willingly.

Tonight, though my dad was telling me repetitively not to go and that I should stay home. And of course, I wasn’t going to listen, because the point was that I had to go to get medicine for him seeing as we conveniently ran out of them. Another problem was that, I didn’t exactly have a car or anyone who could give me a lift at this time of the night.

So, as fate would have it, I found myself in front of a certain person’s door with 4 layers of clothing on to keep warm and still debating whether I should ring the door bell or listen to my dad and get the medicine tomorrow instead.

I mean, it would’ve saved me a lot of embarrassment from admitting that I needed help from someone who was basically a stranger. In addition, I didn’t really know which number to press at the intercom because I didn’t know which number he lived at.

Suddenly, I wasn’t given the option to wait and ponder any longer though, because now a voice broke through the intercom. And it was a female voice.

“Hello? I assume I am speaking to the girl who has been standing outside in the cold for a while now. Are you lost, dear?” It was an elderly voice and I guess I was kind of thankful it wasn’t someone else, because she seemed nice.

I fiddled with my fingers a little before answering. “I’m really sorry to bother you, I’m not lost. I was just looking for . . .” I paused, looking down now. “. . . A friend of mine who lives here. His name is Evan?”

Time seemed to stretch on a while before she answered again. “Oh, yes, I know Evan. He lives at Number 8, just press the number and it should bring you right to him.” She paused. “Oh my, I’ve never seen Evan with a girl here before, that boy is growing up.”

I knew the elderly woman hadn’t mentioned anything Evan and I being in a relationship, but either way, I felt a need to defend that fact that we weren’t together in that way. “I’m not Evan’s girlfriend or anything; he just owes me some favors. And thank you, for telling me his house number.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re the one he loves or not, he never bring any girl up here; only his best friend I’ve seen around,” she told me. “But never mind what I have to say, I’ll hang up now and let you talk to him instead.”

“Thank you!” I quickly said, though I was probably too late because the intercom beeped again and the line went out.

I mentally noted to get Evan’s phone number so that it wouldn’t have to be so awkward next time. And when I said “next time”, I meant only when I really, really needed him, like right now.

Oh, and when I said “really, really need”, that was tough to admit because generally I hated to say out loud that I needed help from anyone, because generally I didn’t need the help. I mean, of course some situations are hard to overcome, but most of the time you can do it on your own. Humans just tend to lean on each other.

So, biting down hard on my lips and overdramatizing the situation, I pressed Number 8 on the intercom and hoped the elderly woman was right, because I didn’t need any more awkwardness for the night or even the week for that matter.

I waited a few moments and nobody answered. I pursed my lips as I pressed Number 8 again and was really hoping that he wasn’t playing games because I wasn’t exactly a patient person.