Chapter thirty three
Stage three: Indecision and Secrecy
" We just kissed "
" Ahuh"
" And we like each other"
" Yeah"
" So what now?"
" I don't know" I replied
" Want to grab something to eat? " he suggested to my frown. " This is serious " I told him.
" I know I was there"
He seemed to notice my concern " Would you like to go to Dunkins with me"
" You mean a date with you?"
" Yeah sure"
" No"
" Ouch"
Okay now is time to be serious " Would you have wanted to go out with me ?"
" Yeah" he answered honestly.
Two weeks ago I would have laughed in the person face who said I'd travel with Troy and end up liking him as a boyfriend except God I don't want to do this.
" What's wrong? " he asked.
Lie
" I don't... want to date you"
You have a serious problem and need help.
The color in his face drained for only a second I would have missed it had I blinked before he wore a stoic look
" Why?"
" I honestly don't think you're ready for one at least not one that I would want"
" Okay how about you give a chance just one date a really one not one at Dunkins"
" Troy no I can't, a real relationship will only run you thin I can't help you this is something you'll have to do on your own" I told him cupping his face.
He was devoid of emotions I couldn't stand seeing him like this so I got out the truck hid and cried.
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Red letters in the headlight spelt out flood zone on the sign at the lane. Troy was currently asleep. I shifted on my seat right before I spotted the mall.
Thank God !
With the grace of a ballerina I got into the underground parking lot of the mall and waited for Nick.
The common acquaintance exhaustion greeted me before a beefy tall brunet in flannel shirts and trucker cap walked up to the driver door.
Troy woke up and we gazed at each other through the drive through mirror before he got with his backpack rubbing the sleep from
his eyes I gently stroked the dashboard of Impossible remembering the memories the nostalgia kicking in.
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I got into the cabin breathing the new truck smell gazing at the sleeper checked a few compartments then turned on the ignition.
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The list was tossed way before I stepped on the accelerator and made a turn to the left when an idiot rolled to the street splayed on the road about to become road kill. On instinct I stepped on the brakes responsibly skeptical soon enough since I felt a bump.
'Aaaaah' I yelled in my seat of the halted car.
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" What do you think?" I asked Impossible.
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" Hey! Hey!" I cried as I dashed outside to run after Impossible who ran out of the exit despite it so I sprinted to it only to gasp painful oxygen as my brain stormed for an idea.
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Impossible looked good as new both afar and up close. The new window panes glimmered the scratches were covered in a fresh coat of crimson paint that irritated my nose or it could be the sodium bicarbonate.
" Here" I aired out before the keys dropped into Nicks' palm who darted into Impossible. I felt nostalgic pressed against the wall of the lot. Happy since I've finally reached and Impossible was in one piece sad because of all the memories we shared even with Troy.
I watched Impossible back out of mall then head out west from where we came from.
Good bye Impossible
There I trudged along the sidewalks and palm trees pulling out my phone to stay on track.
I kept on walking looking at the names of the buildings then my phone Runyon Park.
Wait Immediate neighbour then that means.
There were stars of Celebrities in front of the building which low and behold " Walk of fame" I muttered under my breathe.
I was about to just walk in through the front door except I saw a few people stand at the other side of the door.
There's a line ?
Readjusting my backpack I walked past the front door and went to the line to stop dead in my track. This is the most travellers I've seen to get in a hostel at the same time.
Slowly I went to the back and then proceeded to sink and sit on the ground before pulling out my laptop I smirked surprised I got a reply from father to my email.
Just as I spotted Troy in the line halfway dead, three people in dark blue uniforms.
" We did it we're early" the golden haired one heaved. I believe I was next to the couple of the brunet and red head that throw caution to the wind displaying alot of PDA.
I unfroze to gasp at my laptop that crashed.
No!
No! No! No!
" No!" I uttered shifting my gaze to the bandana kid that stared at me.
" Hello" I chirped rebooting the infernal thing that refused to be fixed.
I slammed the laptop shut as the line commenced to move at a great speed with a bored face I shuffled in the single file line into the building climbing upstairs to the reception.
" Good evening Miss and welcome to Walk of fame hostel could I have your name please ?"
" Ferdinand Tenga"
" Oh it's okay already checked in with..Troy Stewart"
I didn't dare to remove my backpack until I got to the storage room meeting a few people in and the three from the line.
"Hey" " Hi" I replied to the Indian guy that left his bag and got out. I held my rolled up blanket against my hip ignoring my phone again before climbing to the second floor with dorm 6. I darted my eyes from left to right gazing at the rooms in the dorm till I got to the last room sort of empty.
A smirk crept on my face when I plummeted on my lower bunk. Good matress for a hostel.
There was loud noise from the streets I thought the window was opened turns out I was wrong plus there's an odour in this room I had a message on my phone again.
Now I know why it was free. At that the two girls in the blue uniform I later found were from monterey aquarium walked in.
" What's that smell?" the golden haired one asked. I decided to ignore them and lay down a little bit when I gawked at the number of messages I got.
Eighty messages! I noticed somebody else walk in the room decorated with band instruments.
" Oh God I got the upper bunk" she stated resting her head on the bed.
At that I got a song. A sick one.
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Surprise surprise new stage and parting ways with Impossible.
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