I didn't know how long I sat on the stairs until he came up.
"Excuse me." He mumbled as if we hadn't ever met before.
"Wait, I'm sorry" I said looking at him.
He stayed silent, I'm guessing he was waiting for a explanation and honestly maybe I can just start over or give him the short version instead of telling him I kill people. I shiver just at the thought of it.
"Look, I've had a long day, actually a long couple of years. Its really complicated and honestly I don't want to tell you right now. Sorry, and thanks for saving me on the subway and for trying to help." I said quickly.
He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "It was no problem saving you I wanted to. Honestly when I first saw you I thought you were pretty and just kinda got a vibe that you were cool. I understand rough days I have a lot of those but going off on someone is just....." he trailed off and put his hands in his pockets.
I blushed slightly because I had never been called pretty before. Unless you count someone say I was pretty ugly. I chewed on my bottom lip like I did when I was nervous or thinking or just kinda standing in awkward silence. He chuckled a little bit and I looked at him. He was smiling a little bit. I looked at him confused.
"So you always do that?" He asked.
"Do what?" I said confused still
"Chew on your lip like that. Its cute." He said and smiled.
"Eh, depends on the situation. And you gotta stop complimenting me." I said and picked up my bag.
"Why?" He offered his hand to help me stand up but I didn't take it.
"Cause its weird." I stood up and hauled my bag over my shoulder.
"Whatever you say." He said and shoved his hands in his pocket.
"Start over?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah." He smiled and rocked on his heels.
For the first time in a long time I smiled thinking now I had a friend. It was never like this. No one tried to be my friend. It was always forced. The only time people wanted to be my friend was when my family died and they just felt sorry. He didn't know anything about me. He didn't know I've killed before he didn't know it'd still continue. All he knew was my name and that I have a short temper. I could start over and hopefully not kill him and not let him know. We walked out of the subway tunnel and I breathed in the polluted air of the city.
"So I still don't know were your headed and its-" he looked at his watch. "Almost one in the morning." He said with a tone to his vice sounding like it was a tragedy that it was that late.
"I got kicked out of my apartment and I was looking for a hotel. Where are we anyway?" I asked.
"Harlem. If you need place to stay you can crash at my place."
"No thanks, I still don't know you to well maybe after I get to know you a little better. No offense." I said. He nodded.
"So tomorrow would be great to get to know each other?" He asked and looked at me.
"Yeah, and do you know where a hotel is?" He pointed to a small motel 6 that was right across the street. "Oh, thanks."
"I'll pay. You probably had a rougher day than me anyway." He said and we walked across the street.
We checked in and he paid. "Here ya go. If you need anything else don't be afraid to ask." Said the sarcastic person behind the counter as she handed me my room key.
"Thanks, for everything." I smiled and looked into his bluish gray eyes.
"No problem, anything for a friend." He smiled. I hugged him and he seemed a little shocked but hugged me back. He smiled and waved as he walked out the door.
