The kiss seemed to last forever. I warmth from his lips wanted me to stay but I couldn't. I pushed him again and he let go of me. I felt really weird.
"Um... see you later."
" Sophie what I didn't mean to- " I closed the door. I was scared. What was I supposed to do. Jake likes me so does Michael... maybe. I love Arthour not them. I felt so bad.
I was in my room... thinking. I was distracted by a knock. It was the... people that run this place. They said I was moving to Arthour's room! I was shocked. I started packing right away.
After a hour or two I was ready. I walked to Arthour's room. I opened the door slowly.
"Hi." I said trying to keep a straight face.
"What do you want?" I was surprised.
"What! They didn't tell you. I'm you new roommate." I said with the biggest smile. His mouth dropped to the floor.
"Whoa! This must be a mistake."
"Nope, and if it was, I would still accept to move in with you." I started to unpack.
I got a good look around. The room was...empty. I asked him if he had a roommate before. He didn't seem to care to answer my question.
"..." The silence grew and grew. I was finishing up my unpacking.
"Why do you like me so much? I'm not even that attractive." I was shocked by this question. Is it bad that I already had an answer? I was shaking.
"Well you don't have to be attractive for me to like you. I love you just the way you are. I would never do anything to change you." Oh no. I just spilled my heart out...in front of Arthour. My face was bright red. What happened if he didn't love me back. I thought about it. That wouldn't matter, I'll make him mine. I started to giggle, then those giggles turned into laughs. I was laughing like a psycho.
I stopped to catch my breath. I looked over at Arthour. He was looking at me. Oh yeah he was in here too.
He was pointing at me.
"Don't ask." His hand slowly moved down.
Finally done.
"Well... since in here... should we go outside?" He looked at me. His gaze never ended.
"..."
"..." The silence grew.
"Well if I'm going anywhere with you, your not going to look like that!" I was confused. What does he mean? I look like this every day.
"What's wrong with the way I looked?"
"Your hair is a mess." He folded his arms. I know he isn't the one talking. His hair looks like it could hold all kinds of stuff.
"You're a girl. Do your hair." There was a problem with that. I don't know how to do my hair. I never had that support. My mom was just depressed all the time and she's the only one who knows how to do my hair.
"I-I don't know how." I gave him a awkward smile.
"You're joking, right?" I stood there eye-balling the floor wait for his reaction.
Do you have a brush?" That's his reaction!
"Um...yeah." I walk to my dresser and grabbed my brush.
"Why do you have a brush if you don't know how to use it?"
"I don't know. My mom used it."
He started doing this weird hand motions. I think he's trying to tell my something!! But what? He was moving his hand up and down by his head. This must be really important!! What is he trying to tell me?!
I started to do the weird hand motions too. I felt the brush touch my hair. OMG I know what to do! I moved the brush up and down my hair.
"No you dummy. You have it backwards." I don't know what he is talking about.
He got up and walked to me. He grabbed the brush out of my hand and started pulling my hair.
"Ow. What was that for." I jumped away from him.
"Would you stay still. I'm trying to brush your hair." That was the brush!? That hurt. I stood back in front of him. He started to pull my hair again.
"Do you have a hair tie?" I struggled to my desk and pulled one off. He took it.
This time I felt his hands move across my head. He was pulling harder than before. Everything stopped.
"Done." I turned around to see a big smile on his face. I ran to the bathroom mirror. It was a ponytail. So cute.
I ran out, jumped up and hugged him. I wrapped my legs around his body.
"How are you so good at doing hair?"
"My little sister."
"How old is she."
"She was nine."
"Was?"
"She died from some deadly disease." I was shocked. I jumped off of him. I didn't know how to react. It seemed like he didn't care.
"Don't worry. I think it was for the best. She was in alot of pain. She could only take so much. I happy for her now. She doesn't have to go through it anymore, so when I think of her... I just smile."
I didn't want to ask him anymore questions.
"Well, should we go?" I nodded.
