Wings

Chapter five: the park

“ What are you doing here? " I asked.

“ You said last week that we were going to have a sleepover. " Soph replied, stepping in though the front door and dropping her bag as she sat legs crossed on the couch.

Well shit.

“ I'm sorry, I must have forgotten, " I said, rubbing my face with both hands. Sighing, I continued on, “ I'll just tell James that we'll have to hang out another- " I couldn't even finish my sentence before Soph bolted up from where she was seated and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me back and forth.

“ Hold up! James, JAMES, asked YOU to hang out?! " she practically yelled, still shaking me back and forth.

“ Um, yes? " I responded, squinting away, afraid that she was going to screech.

Soph started bouncing up and down, hands clasped with mine, lurching them to and fro as she jumped. “ Oh my God Maryah! It's practically a date! "

“ No it's not! " I retorted. Suddenly the doorbell rang and Soph ran to the door, almost slamming into it, she flung the door wide open as I picked myself off the floor where she pushed me.

“ Hi James! " she said in a high pitched voice.

“ Oh, hey there Sophie. " Jeez his voice is beautiful. It's like God himself created him and his voice... it's so angelic.

“ What are you doing here? " Soph asked. Please don't be rude Soph, please.

“ We were going to hang out, but if you guys are busy... " He trailed off.

“ Oh no, it's fine. You can have her for a few hours. " I step into view as she says this. My eyes scan James's toned body. Jesus Christ, he's gorgeous. He was.wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a blue V-neck long sleeve and his hair was perfect, wings even all around.

“ H-hi James. " I nod my head slightly, my face heating up. What's wrong with me? Um, duh. You're totally infatuated with this guy! Thanks for the reminder, Maryah. After having my internal battle, I realized that both Soph and James were staring at me. Shit. I cleared my throat and shoulderd my bag. “ I'll see you in a couple of hours. "

“ Yeah, yeah. Have fun you too, " She practically kicked us to the curb. Once we were about two houses away we heard her shout, “ DON'T GET HER PREGNANT, JAMES! "

I spun around. “ Soph?! " I was completely mortified while James was snickering to himself. I've blushed more in the past month than I have in my life. I immediately apologized on Soph's behalf, “ I'm really sorry. Soph likes to embarrass me often. "

“ I think it's cute that she does that. It makes you blush which I like." James's lips twitched into a small smile. I could feel my cheeks warming up even more. “ Just like that. " He lifted his hand raised and a few of his fingers caressed my rosy cheek. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a butter knife. He quickly cleared his throat and turned his attention forward. “ Um, my apologies. "

“ It's cool. " I muttered, kicking at a pebble on the sidewalk. We continued towards the park which took a few minutes, leaving me to have a battle with my thoughts.

Maryah, you saw how he acted, he's totally into you. Pfft, yeah right. He's way out of my league. That is no excuse as to why you can't at least appreciate the little things. It was just a compliment, nothing to be worked up about. Ugh, you're extremely stubborn.

My inner banter was ended when we arrived at the park. We both headed to the swings. We had some mindless chatter about family and hobbies. I learned that he lives with his sister, who is twenty years old and he plays the guitar. I told him that i lived with my mother and I had a pet cat named Hibiscus and that I had been drawing since I was four.

“ I'd love to see some of your artwork sometime. "

“ Actually I have my notepad with me, I take it everywhere. Here. " I said, reaching down and fiddling through my bag. Once I finally found it, I handed it over to him. “ You can look through it all. "

As he shuffled through the pages ever so slowly, it gave me time to stare at his strong figure, chiseled facial features and soft brown eyes. The way his eyebrows crinkled in the middle when he focused as well as how he licked his lips every few minutes. As he neared the latest piece of work, I started to get nervous. I had based most if the picture on him, minus the main detail. He finally arrived to the page and he just stopped. He didn't move a millimeter, he just kept staring at the image I had drawn. He slowly placed his finger on the tip.of the wing and dragged it all the way.down to the back.

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, into my soul. He slowly started to lean forward. I began to lean as well, our faces a mere inch apart, his minty breath mixing with mine. After what seemed like forever but was probably only a couple of seconds, he closed the gap.