When I Put My Hands On Your Body

Chapter 5

After my encounter at the art show, I have been juggling whether or not I want the curly headed boy to call me on one hand, and school and work on the other. It's been a week since I've seen him. You don't date Simone. I keep telling myself. But the thoughts continue to flood my head about how Sophia said he only wanted to hang out.

Yeah, "hang out," that's all matt wanted to do, at first.. I flinch and the thought. I'm distracted by my own conflicting opinions, my tips at work have been getting lower, and I get less sleep from procrastinating on schoolwork because I keep waiting for him to text me. Why do I even care? When I finally decide to not think about Harry I receive a text from him on Wednesday night. So...he plays the three day game.

Hey there :0). Oh my god, his smiley faces have noses. I laugh to myself.

Hi, I type but deciding to play it cool, I delete it and retype Who's this? I send it before realizing it must look like I give a lot of boys my number. Someone hand me a duncecap. Before I can evaluate my texting any longer, my name's yelled from across the room.

"Simone, table two, c'mon!" My co-worker Jim says, handing me a tray of drinks.

"Oh crap sorry," I mumble, putting my phone away and forgetting about the text until I get off work at 9:10.

It's harry, are you free Friday? Wow, he really got to the point fast.

Yeah, totally. Whats the plan? I responded while driving. Oops, I'm breaking the law for this boy. Before I know it he sends me a text I'm while pulling into my usual parking spot in front of my apartment.

I can pick you up at your place, 7:30?

yeah, 2865 Irving ave. 912101

Don't I have plans Friday? I scan my brain. Twenty minutes later I remember my plans with Noelle and call her.

"Yeah, we were supposed to hang out," Noelle confirms through the phone.

"Alright then I'll just call him and cancel." I decide, getting ready for bed.

"No! don't do that!," Noelle says I hear her phone drop. "Whoops," she picks it up and finishes, "dude forget about it, I really want you to go out with this guy." I try to protest but she interrupts. "C'mon I'll be fine, we can do the movies next week." She assures.

"Fine," I sigh crawling into bed, "but don't expect me to fall in love, and marry the guy," I half-joke and shut the phone off. How funny, falling in love with an English artist...

I jump at a knock on my door. This is it-Friday night, 7:35: date. Hang out, I correct myself, with Harry. While walking to the door, I glance at myself in the mirror. I didn't do my hair and barely put on any make up. I didn't know if we were going out to eat, or doing something that included walking. I put on a long grey shirt, with leggings underneath, boots that reminded me of the ones harry had worn to the art show, and a long black cardigan. Grabbing my purse off the counter, I open the door.

This kid is breathtaking. He's wearing some band shirt and a grey jacket. God, as simple as his outfit was he was still the easiest person to spot in a crowd. He finishes off with black jeans, and black converse. He's standing in front of my door waiting for me to say something. Crap, this is already awkward.

"You're late what's wrong with you?" I say as seriously as possible.

"I know, its 7:37! Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" he asks, putting his hands in the pleading position.

"Just this once," I remark, starting down the steps, "Do it again, and I'll have your head." I stop in front of his car, frozen. Shit. You did not just threaten to kill him, joking or not, you're not supposed to be this weird yet. I had spent so much time just around friends, that I had forgotten how one must act around... the opposite sex. Especially one you're interested in. Wait. Interested in? Simonee? I question internally, forgetting he was there.