I'm Alive

Chap 3: Home sweet home

I made Florence drop me off a street before my house, and I replayed the last few minutes of the car.

* last few minutes of the car*
*florence pulled over at the side of the curb*
"You know?" He started with a clench off his jaw
"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't have to kill herself, I want you to promise me that you won't do that again? Whatever it is your going through, just stay strong!"

So now I'm beautiful? This was a line every guy must say to a girl!

"And an ordinary guy like you shouldn't have to feel the need to catch girl's, otherwise once word gets round we all will be falling like rain" I joked.

"They can if they want but i'll make sure that i catch only you"
"How many times are you willing to catch me?"
"As many times as you fall"
"What happened if I don't want you to bother with me" Suddenly I began to feel bad and regret just saying that because I felt like he was being serious.
"Then I suggest you promise me that you won't attempt to hurt your self in that or any other way again and I won't have to rescue you"

I rolled my eyes and opened the car door, he got a hold of my arm and said softly:
"IS, I'm being serious!"

How do I describe, what my body just went through? Whatever it was, all I could say is that I've never felt that effect on me before. Being with him has taught me that I don't have control over my emotions around him but it's not in a dominating way, which makes it a different kind of control if you understand me? I guess what I'm trying to say is that he has a hold on me that's gentle, so gently that I somehow I feel safe around him...
My brain, obviously, still processing the new first nickname, left me hanging, because I didn't know what to say.

Not even just because he gave me a nickname but because this was a life changing decision. Do I put up with more bullshit because of  a promise made to someone I just met, or loose a once in a life-time experience with a sincere person because I can't deal with my life.

"promise me!?" He repeated, he said those last words more quieter, and the serious sincere notes were ringing in my ears.
"I promise"

I did it again, involuntarily doing as he says.

He smiled, showing off his white perfect teeth, whilst I only half-smiled back.
What had he made me just do?
* END*

I arrived home. I have never met anyone like him. I haven't met anyone in a long time, and I have to admit that it was quite fun. He's a different kind of fun, and at first it was weird since I'm so used to feeling numb.

I like how he didn't have to pay attention to me, but he did! I like how I can't think of anything else but him right now. It's like he's my favourite topic or something.
He cared about me, which I hate and like. The level of caring he had for me was greater that any other persons for someone they just met.

See. this is my problem, Florence is nothing but a stranger, I say to myself. But no matter how many times I repeated this, I can't believe it as much as I want myself to. I feel like he's going to linger a bit longer in my life...

I went straight to my room to think more about. Well. Him.
Florence.

There was just something about him, the connection between us, was something I've never felt before, towards anyone.

He was so friendly. In his own odd way.

I sat on the floor slowly allowing my back to slide down the wall, I was beginning to nibble into my lip. I couldn't contain the heat that I was emitting and the irregular beating of my heart.