June came. First day of the holiday. Two weeks of holiday starting from the first day of the month. Freedom. Finally. Dad is out of town for the holidays because of work stuff. Juliette never replied. Nor called. I never saw her after the kissing incident. Bruises were gone. The car's at home. It's so quiet. It was raining as well. You can hear the raindrops coming down like bullets. I have nothing to read or do to let the time pass by. So I put on my Storm hoodie and took the car keys out. A white '92 sedan Honda Civic with over 10,000 miles of mileage.
♪ Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful, Did you know? You know I love you so. You know I love you so ♪
Yellow by Coldplay was playing from my mix CD in the car. I went to Hills to get some novels and just my luck, there was only a handful of people there. Times Bookstore. The inside of the bookstore was radiant. So I went in and search for thriller novels and got myself a Stephen King's Dreamcatcher and Tom Clancy's Dead or Alive. I was considering to get another book as I thought to myself that those two weren't sufficient. As I was walking searching for the other book, someone knocked me down. "Ouch! Watch where you're going dude!," I said scornfully. "Oh my, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!," a girl about my age who is repeatedly saying sorry. I was getting annoyed so I just said, "Okay geez. Just watch where you're going okay." She then said sorry again and offered me lunch to make up for it. Who says no to food? I paid for my books and we went for lunch.
"I'm Alexandria. I'm such a klutz sometimes." "I can see that," I replied with with a nod. We got our lunch at Old Town White Coffee. Seems like a nice place to chill. I ordered sandwiches and a hot cup of coffee. She on the other hand just ordered a cup of mocha. "So how old are you?," she asked trying to start the conversation. i simply replied, "16," and checked on my books. "You read Tom Clancy's? I love his books!," she responded when she saw my Dead Or Alive book. We continued chatting about other authors and novels and it went well I guess.
"Hey maybe we should meet up again. Can I like, have your number?," she asked. "So you can buy me lunch again? Haha. Just joking. Sure thing," I replied. We exchanged numbers and for some reason, I really think we will really meet again.
Went down to the parking lot and got into the car. A text came as well. "Alexandria: Hey nice knowing you :)" Wow that was a fast move. I replied, "Did you really knocked me down to get my number? Haha." "Alexandria: Maybe ;)"
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