That Boy

He came in through the bathroom window (literally)

I was sleeping on a Saturday night, it must have been 11 pm or so, not very late, but I was already tired as I spent the whole day with Kyle fangirling and jumping. We don't do that often, but he knows that right now I needed to do something in order to get Miles out of my mind. 

I was dreaming, (probably a Beatles related dream), when I heard a noise. 

-H...Hello?- I asked as if someone would actually answer.

I stood up and heard more noises coming from the bathroom. I got so scared I was about to call my mom, but instead, I took the heaviest book I found and walked cautiously to the bathroom.

One... I started to count as I opened slowly the door... Two... I held the book above my head... Three!... I stepped in and... 

-Miles?!- I asked shocked.

He was trying to get in, with half of his body out and half of his body in my bathroom window.

-Ugh, hi Anna... I.. We... we need to talk...- He said casually as if he wasn't getting illegally into my house through the bathroom window.

-Right now?! Miles, no... we can talk on Monday.

I had many questions for him though, how did he knew where I live?  What was so important for us to talk about? How did he know that this was my bathroom window and not my mother's or my brother's? But most important of them all, did he do this in propose, or he has no idea that he is a Beatles reference at the moment?

-Anna, please! Just... it will take a minute. 

I stood there, watching him, struggling to get inside. I could only picture Paul trying to get to my house, and as creepy as it sounds, I actually would help him in. So I helped Miles.

-But first, how did you know that I live here?- I asked holding his arm, helping him get in.

-I walked you home last week, remember?- he said when he fell into the bathtub.

He did. I almost forgot. He was so nice, I actually forgot that they were the same dude, the cute one that shared a soda and fries with me... and the one who ignored me and was mean to me for a whole week. 

-And, how did you knew this was my window? 

-I looked through it and recognized the Beatles and The Who on those posters... 

I blushed as I looked at the posters pasted on the door. 

-Well, what do you want to talk about?- I finally said after a minute. 

The crickets and the breeze were the only sounds in the background as Miles started talking. 

-I have been... rude... this week.

-Rude? You just didn't talk to me at all, you totally ignored me, not even one smile... 

-I know, sorry... but did you thought we were like, hum, friends or something already?

I blushed even more if that was possible.

I did. I thought he actually cared about me... I even thought that he liked me. 

-Anna... I... I am sorry, I just wanted to keep this clear...

I burned in rage as I heard those words. He wasn't going to apologize at all, he was just going to... to tell me that we are not friends... is that supposed to help at all?

-Miles, no, just... just leave, I get it... now...

Then he shut me up in the smoothest way of them all... with a kiss. My first kiss.

I had no idea how to kiss, so I guess he "guided" me, still, I just stood there stone cold, feeling his lips pressed against me. 

P..Paul. He is not Paul, but... but this looks like all my daydreams gathered in just one moment. A real kiss with Paul, (kinda).

-Still mad?- he asked with a smile.

-Actually, yes. I am. -I said with a silly tone, because that was pretty good, actually.

-I just wanted you to know that I might not your Paul, but I can try to be your John...

What does that even mean? I don't know and I don't care, because he just used a cool sentence that I kinda understood deep inside. 

I walked him to the front door on the very first hour of Sunday, confused and dizzy.

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That was kinda terrible but whatevvvvvvrrrrrr