infatuated ➳ lily collins

Chapter III.

Sitting on the lounge with these people made me think of a lot of things. Of how much your life can change in a few minutes, hours, months but if the bond was strong, they'd stick around. It doesn't matter how long you and the other person were apart, if it was real, it'd be real when you get reunited.

Now I was alone, with the only person I could trust and I knew she wouldn't let me down, but I don't have nobody else. For so many years I tried to convince everybody that it was real, that it was worthy. But all I did was push them away and I can count with my hand's fingers how many stayed around.

I excused myself and went to the backyard to get some fresh air to keep my mind from thinking about it again. I had to live with it, it's been two weeks and it still hurts but I'm stronger than that. I'll be stronger than this.

I don't know for how long I stayed there, in the cold night alone with only my thoughts to keep me company but I knew it must have been long when I heard someone call my name.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, almost nervous as if he thought he was interrupting something important.

"It's not worthy." I answered, honestly. Who cares about the cliché story that the guy cheats on the girl multiple times and she finally broke up with him only to stay miserable in such a beautiful night like this?

"Oh, I think you're wrong." He replied standing next to me and looking up to the sky and let out a big sigh. I wrapped my hands tightly around my cup of tea to keep me warm and glanced over to see him looking up with his eyes closed.

"Shouldn't you being keeping the ladies on line?" I asked and he let out a chuckle that I couldn't help but imitate; his laugh was precious and contagious.

"Oh but I believe it's your turn, missy." He said smiling and raising an eyebrow at me.

"Oh no!" I laughed and he smiled even bigger -if that's even possible-"I'm going back inside and join them. I'm curious of how they deal with all the things after that party where your mum made my mum do the nasty." We were both laughing the entire time our mothers were talking of their memories from when they were teens.

"Why did you had to bring that up again?" He asked faking a horrified face -I'm not entirely sure if he fake it or not- "I'm telling you I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life."

It was my turn to laugh, Thomas was just like his mother. Something about them made you like them and trust them almost immediately. They were friendly and funny.

"That'd be two of us." I replied still trying to calm down my laughter.

 It started to rain harder and got colder, so we went back inside and continued talking about anything. I learnt a lot about him. He's 22, works in a publishing house in Seattle and is a senior in Uni in the States. He lives with his best friend and it's only in London because he wants to make sure his mum gets installed without any problem.

I didn't told him much about me, just that I go to Uni and I'm here visiting my mum for the holidays. He didn't asked either and I was grateful about that. I don't like talking about me to other people. I rather listen to what they have to say and not say much about me.

"I'm going to California next month to meet some enterprises. We could meet someday." He said, casually putting his arms behind his head and his feet up in the coffee table which earned him a look from his mother but he simply shrugged and smiled at me.

"Yeah, why not." I answered bitting my lip and thinking of what could possibly go wrong.

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