We both panted, lying on a random street. We had ran until we could no longer run and in no particular direction. So, typically, we ended up lost on a street somewhere.
After a while we looked up and Cleo said, "Any idea where we are?" it was a valid question.
"Um.. probably?" I looked around but it was dark and no-one was around.
Cleo sighed and stood up, "Let's find someone and ask them" But after glancing around she didn't seem convinced.
"Let's just walk. We're bound to either find our way or find someone soon!" so we walked. It took a while but we eventually found someone.
"Oh, hello sir!" I shouted at him as he was on the opposite side of the road.
He turned to me and one word left his mouth. Mate.
It was a beautiful sound. His voice was silky and seductive and his lips curled around the word making it even more perfect. For a while I couldn't say anything. I was staring at him and he was staring at me too.
Cleo cleared her throat, "Um.. sir?"
After she said that I felt a blush creep slowly up my face and I looked at my suddenly fascinating shoes. I felt him approach but I didn't dare look up.
"Uhum, yeah. Sorry about that, can I help you?" the words flowed from his lips. I blushed even more furiously and my heart beat sped up.
Cleo flicked her eyes towards me then back to him and then spoke, "Yeah, we got lost... do you know how to get us to Main Street from here?"
He chuckled slightly, it was heavenly. "Main Street? You've come far. Main Street is an hour away on foot"
I felt his eyes on my head and I finally dared to look up. And I loved what I saw. He wasn't perfectly sculptured but he was tall and had a little muscle to him. And when I mean tall I mean really tall! I'm not very good at heights but my guess would be 6 foot something.
I moved upwards to his beautiful, wild hair. It defied gravity and was a beautiful black. It looked untouched and fluttered slightly in the wind. Then I got to his eyes. They were brown but they were so dark that they looked black. I could easily get lost in those eyes.
I was snapped out of my reverie by a sharp gasp. It was him and he was looking into my eyes. "Your eyes..." he whispered, "they are so... beautiful"
Cleo cleared her throat. Again. And said, "I really hate to disturb this little love fest but we really need to get back. Plus this bag is killing me" as she said it I saw her smiling at us. Loving the fact we had met someone who stared at me and not her.
"Yeah, yeah. Of course" he had visibly relaxed and was smiling at me, "I can give you a lift back if you want?" I could only smile back and nod.
The walk to his car was quiet and I'm afraid to admit that I took the opportunity to admire his butt. And let me tell you, it was lovely.
It didn't take long to get they but it was cold outside so we hurried to get into the car. Cleo jumped into the backseat so I had to get into the front. To not be rude. Though, I was secretly grateful.
He turned the engine on and looked at me. He just as quickly turned it off and make a noise in the back of his throat. It was halfway between a whimper and a growl. It was terrifying and lovely at the same time.
"What happened to you?" he choked out. And that's when I remembered. The bruises.
"Oh... this?" I gestured to my face, "It's nothing. I just got into a little... fight"
"A what?" he roared, "Who was it? I'll.. I'll.." he didn't finish his sentence. He started trembling. It was so bad I thought he'd bust but he just viciously cranked the engine on and started driving. Fast.
In the flurry of hand movements his hand grazed mine and it was electric. It was exciting and soothing and I saw the tension in his shoulders lessen and he stopped shaking so much. He glanced at me but didn't say a word.
The ride seemed but too long and not long enough. And when we got to Main Street goodbyes were mumbled and Cleo and I stumbled out the car.
I looked into the car and we shared one last, long gaze before she smiled slightly and drove off.
I watched him go. Filled with a sadness and sense of emptiness I'd never before felt. I watched him go long after he was gone and eventually Cleo tapped me on the shoulder.
"Katrina? I think he's gone. I also think we should go home" I turned to look at her and the sadness in her eyes were for me, "He meant something to you, didn't he?"
I shrugged and forced a smile, "Yeah, I don't get it though. I just felt a connection... it was weird. And exciting but I guess it wasn't meant to be!" I paused, a frown on my face, "That was so cheesy! Where did that even come from?"
We both laughed and started the short walk home.
* * * * *
Once we got home my four brothers grabbed us and hugged us.
"We were so worried!" My oldest brother, Michael, said.
"Yeah!" The twins, Charlie and Shane, said in unison.
Michael is 6 years older than me, which made him 21. He stilled lived with us but we had such a big house it didn't matter. Plus, he was going to college after the summer. The twins, are 20. They are basically hormonal idiots that would do anything for a snog. They all had black hair and blue eyes with sculptured bodies and a sweet, caring nature. This made them 'dreamy' and I've had many girls try to be my friend just so they could get close to my brothers. It never worked.
And finally is my youngest brother. He's called Kyle and he's a huge jerk. He has black hair, brown eyes and a nasty attitude. He's equally beautiful but he knows it so his vanity gets in the way and makes him bitter and manipulative. He's three years older than me and we've never got on.
"Well they were worried" Kyle drawled. Putting a fair amount of menace and bitterness behind his words.
"Shut up" Cleo said, a frown on her face, "We've gotten enough abuse from my dad. We don't need any more from you!" She shouted the last but he just scowled and walked off.
Michael sighed and wrapped me in a hug, "It'll be fine. No need to look so upset"
"Oh, it's not because of my dad that she's upset" Cleo said, a wicked smile on her face and a chant in her voice, "It's a boy" the way she stretched out the word boy made her sound like a 5 year old me smile.
Shane cracked his knuckles and said, "Carry on" with a fake menace in his voice. We all knew it was incapable of hurting anyone.
"Oh, it's not like that!"
"Just tell us about him!" Charlie blurted out.
"Okay, fine. Well his name is-" and that's when my face dropped and I realised. I didn't even know his name.
