College And Other Drama

Part 2

Alex is pictured above

Alex was confused. In his world, sleeping beauties didn't exist and definitely not on the front step of his relatively modest home in Marblehead, Massachusetts. He wondered for a moment if he should attempt to wake the brunette sprawled across his front porch with a kiss- like sleeping beauty of the stories- before shaking off his silly thoughts. This was strange. This was not normal. This situation would have to be handle with caution. He reached out a hand to shake the girl's shoulder when a hand clamped down on his, effectively stopping him.

"Wha-," he started saying, but was shocked when he looked down into a pair of piercingly green eyes, so bright and clear he could see specks of grey surrounding the pupil. The girl had woken up. And it was she who had stopped him. 

Suddenly finding both of his hands in a shockingly tight grip, the girl stared at him coldly. 

"Who are you?" she demanded in a lightly accented voice. "And what do you want with my grandparents?" 

He found himself unable to speak. The whole situation was just so bizarre. These kind of things didn't happen in his small neighborhood, and definitely not to him. 

"Well?" She glared. "Do you not speak English? I can try in Hebrew and Arabic if necessary." She proceeded to speak a language that sounded fairly Middle Eastern but he couldn't place it. He stared, confused. 

"Who are you?" He finally blurted out. "And can you let go of my arms? I mean you no harm, I swear." 

"Why should I believe you?" the clearly foreign stranger replied. 

"Because this is my house and it's my front porch you're holding me hostage on." Her grip relaxed a little on his hands before she looked back at the house in clear confusion. 

"I was so sure I had the right house..." She mumbled to herself. 

"Who is it you're looking for? Maybe I can direct you to them." 

"Do you know the Cahana's?" The pretty girl asked, looking slightly distracted. 

He smiled. "I sure do. They live right next door. What do you want with them?"

"Well...They're my grandparents. They were supposed to be picking me up from the airport but my father must have misinformed them on what time or day because they never came. So here I am."

It was all starting to come together. This girl, whoever she was, was on the wrong property. Or maybe for her it was but for him it was starting to feel meant to be. 

"Let me help you grab your stuff," he offered, picking up her surprisingly heavy duffel and swinging it over his shoulder. 

"No need," she stated and he found himself on the receiving end of another one of her glares as she gripped her bag and pulled it off him. She grabbed her other duffel and made her way across his front lawn before ringing the bell to the house next door.

"Sapir! You're a day early!" he heard the joyous shout of 65 year old Mrs. Cahana as Sapir disappeared into the house. He sighed, unsure what to make of the whole interaction, before going into his own house and attempting to forget about the incident altogether. He was unsuccessful. Sapir Cahana remained on his mind for the rest of the day and night, for that matter, until he ran into her again a week later.