Calum Hood storms out of the studio. He stares at the ground while he walks his way to a palm tree just outside the studio in downtown LA. He looks tense. The frustration of not finding the right words for his song is noticeable in his face. You watch him as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of black jeans and places one between his full lips.
You can't seem to recall where you've seen his face before. He looks familiar. That's all you know. A musician maybe? Should you take a picture?
Maybe. But not now. All you wanna do right now is look at him. He is hot. You immediately know he is your type even though you've never really seen a guy that fits your expectations.
Slowly he guides the cigarette to his mouth, inhales then leans his head back. His eyes are closed. 4,5,6 seconds go by when finally he exhales the smoke.
He lowers his head and looks in your direction. As he takes another hit you ask yourself if he noticed you staring the whole time. You check the time on your phone. 2 more minutes then you have to take your bus home. It's late and you already missed your first bus home cause you're always too late.
You open a few new messages, check instagram and twitter as you feel like someone is staring at you. In the corner of your eye it looks like him. You look up to see this guy looking right at you as he has no shame. Even though you're not very close you can clearly see his dark brown eyes inspecting you. Nervously you look away. You are too shy to further take part in this intense stare down so you text your best friend Mariah.
Right in the middle of your heated - only capital letter - conversation with Mariah you hear your bus from a far. There's no way he's still looking so you take a chance and look over one last time before you leave. To your surprise and regret you see him watching you carefully with a smirk as if he knows you don't really wanna leave. And he is right.
The bus door opens. Your friend is practically screaming at you via text to stay there. This is the last bus. It is not typical for you to take a risk but somehow you cannot move from that bus stop bench. The bus drives off. You see Calum chuckling to himself as if he had won. His face structure soften up a bit. His angriness seems to be all gone now. What a prick. He knows you were staring. Somehow it seems to amuse him that you purposely missed your bus. You call your mom.
"Sweety, where are you?!" Your moms voice sounds worried.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't make the last bus. Can you pick me up?"
You hear someone walking towards you. Sounds like elevated boots.
"Sure where are you?" The steps are getting closer and finally end right beside the bench.
He's right there.
"Okay, see you then."
You abruptly hang up. You don't want him to know that that bus was your bus and that you're practically stranded with no way of getting home just cause you were so fascinated by him.
"I'm sorry -"he presses his half smoked cigarette against the trash can next to the bench you're sitting on. "- didn't mean to interrupt you."
"No, no I was just -"
"What are you doing here all by yourself?"
He didn't even let you finish your sentence.
Who does he think he is.
"Oh, no. That's okay -"
You try to come up with an excuse as quickly as you can. It is hard for you to focus cause his eyes seem to follow every move of your lips while you speak them as if they were utterly important.
"Uhm, I'm actually waiting for my boyfriend."
You don't even have a boyfriend.
You are surprised you said that with so much sass and even more that you just made up this lie out of nowhere.
His eyes get sharp. "I see.." He mumbles. "When is he gonna come?"
You never told your mom your location ad there is no next bus for you. "5 minutes" you reply.
"Oh great, do you mind if I wait here with you?"
Without any word from you he settles himself right beside you on this rusty bus stop bench.
"So, what's his name?"
"Who?"
"Your boyfriend. What's his name?"
"Alec"
"Oh, cool." He doesn't even try to hide his sarcastic undertone.
"Let's see if he's on time." He says that as it was a bet between him and your non existing boyfriend.
Now there's silence between you. It's that kind of silence where you know he is thinking about this silence between you, too. It is not awkward though.
Every other second it sounds like he is about to say something but he plays it off.
With his upper body leaning forward, his elbows are resting on his thighs. His hands are folded and his head down. You notice tattoos on his hands. They look like initials. He seems to be genuinely worried for you. After all it's almost midnight.
3 minutes go by and you forget that no one is actually coming. You remind yourself that you have to get out of that situation or he'll know you lied.
"Hey, don't you have something to do in there?" You point to the studio.
Without taking his eyes off of you he replies "No, I'm not in the mood right now, anyways."
"Not in the mood for what?"
"Writing and stuff." He seems stressed out.
"My boyfriend will be here any second -" You still don't know why you keep on lying to this hot guy. "- so it's okay. You can go back in. Thank you so m-"
He leans his upper body back and looks at you.
"Well, I hate to say this -" he smirks at you. "-but your Prince Charming is late."
Why is he making fun of your non existent boyfriend?
"I know, but trust me it's oka -"
"Okay to come inside with me and wait there?"
