Finding Myself

chapter 8

Attention dear readers: I need help! >.< I can’t decide which celebrity should be Ted! If you have any suggestions for other characters that would be very much appreciated as well!

Thx 4 reading! Hope u enjoy it!

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I felt drowsy but refreshed at the same time. I opened my mouth to let out a yawn and I heard something…voices?

I opened my eyes and tried to adjust my eyes to the room. It was dark in this room. Wait, where am I?! Now it looked familiar. This was Ted’s room right? In the corner I could see a silhouette. The dark figure seemed upset and was speaking rapidly. He had something in his hand. A phone, I think, which he help up pressed to his ear. I looked out the window. It was getting dark and I should probably head home. I don’t want a repeat of last time.

The person slapped the phone shut and threw himself on the bed. I turned to look at him.

“Are you ok Ted? Who was that on the phone?” I asked. He snapped his head up at the sound of my voice.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” “Your quite strong,” he whispered the last part. If the room wasn’t so quite then I wouldn’t have heard what he said. What did he mean by I was strong?

“I think it’s time for me to go home,” I said surprising myself because I sounded disappointed. I went to get up but I immediately fell back on the bed. There was a burning sensation on my forehead and I don’t know why. Ted grabbed on to my forehead.

“What are you doing?!” I asked alarmed. After a few seconds the pain started to go away and I was dozing off once more. Blackness awaited me.

I felt my body swaying a bit. I was confused. Where am I? I didn’t open my eyes right away because I felt that if I did something would happen…again. What would happen again? I’ve no clue.

I opened my eye the tiniest bit to sneak a peek as to my whereabouts. The swaying that I was experiencing was the car. The driver of the car was Ted. I was hesitant to sit up straight because I had a feeling that I would feel sick.

I swallowed my fear and slowly rose. Weird, I didn’t feel the nauseous sensation I was expecting. Ted noticed I was up and flashed me a smile.

“Where are we going?” my voice hoarse from sleep. I cleared my throat.

“I’m dropping you off at your house;” said Ted matter-of-factly.

A slow smile tugged at my lips and I couldn’t help grinning. His house was amazing! Not only was it beautiful like the owner but it was elegant as well. I remember the whole tour and the food he cooked for me, but then I remember parts of his room. I faintly recalled that his room was blue with a nice view and a comfy bed. What happened after that or how I even got into the car was a mystery to me.

“Thank you;” I said.

“For what?”

“Taking me to your special place. I very much enjoyed it,” I thanked him. He seemed genuinely surprised that I would thank him. He began polite conversation with me and I followed his lead. In the middle of me laughing at one of his jokes I furrowed my brow in thought. Ted caught this and asked me what was wrong.

At first I didn’t want to say anything because it sounded absolutely ridiculous, but in the Ted was able to convince me to spill the beans.

“Its pretty funny,” I began, “I remember everything we did until I went into your room. Then it starts to get fuzzy.” I saw Ted slightly stiffen.

“What do you mean?” he asked gripping the steering wheel with a little more force than necessary. This made me take a step back in my mind. I had this…intuition if you must, that Ted wasn’t telling me something; something that was very important. I contemplated as to whether or not I should tell him what I last remembered or lie about it.

He saw my hesitation but he proceeded to ask the same question. Whatever I was about to say would probably affect our relationship from here on. I don’t know how or why I knew this but something was telling me to tread carefully, but still tell the truth.  

“I just remember laying on your bed. Then you touched my forehead and after that I don’t remember anything. I don’t like remembering,” I ended.

He seemed to visibly relax, which is something I couldn’t comprehend.

“Is there something your not telling me?” I blurted out. Almost instantly I regretted saying that. I felt embarrasses at my outburst but also glad that I could say what was on my mind. He seemed to calculate his next words.

“You don’t know me very well and that’s probably why you feel that way,” he shrugged. Once again my intuition was telling me there was more. I can’t understand him or my feelings! Frustrated is how I was feeling right now.

Before I could say anything Ted pulled up to my house. My porch light was on. Odd, Erick usually leaves it off. I noticed it was dark outside and I was guessing it felt cool outside. In the car I breathed in slowly relishing the manly smell of Ted. I ran my hand across the seat feeling the cool leather beneath my cool finger tips. Ted turned towards me watching me carefully. After having a little staring contest I finally broke the silence.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You actually,” he honestly answered. I was at a loss of words. I began to feel excitement at just the thought of him taking his precious time thinking about me.

“What about me?”

“Just stuff,” he wouldn’t further explain. We relapsed into silence once again. I want enjoying this particular routine.

I rang the doorbell. I began thanking Ted for today when I turned towards the door and froze. I was staring at three very unhappy people. My two parents, who weren’t supposed to get here until later, and Laney, my ex-best friend.