Wanderlust [ editing ]

3. House Of Balloons

"Thanks for walking me out." I smile.

"No problem." Abel says back.

Then there was about a 3 minute silence that felt like it lasted 3 decades. The cold air gives me goosebumps. And the sky was clear and ominous despite the stars that were here earlier. He probably thinks I look like an idiot for staring at a blank black sky. But I honestly don't know how to speak to him. I'm not a very social person plus he's still a stranger. 

I still feel a bit sick to my stomach and frankly the smell of alcohol wasn't making my headache any better. I feel dizzy but the cool air is making me feel a bit better.

"Well anyways I'm really sorry for your dress. And its white! Let me buy you a new one or-" he says but I interrupt him.

"No no. It's okay. Don't worry about it." I begin to say "it's just a silly dress not the queens bath robe" I chuckle. Wow. That was totally lame.

He smiles. And another awkward silence that kills me. I just continue to look at the sky. I can see him in through the corner of my eye. He isn't dressed like he was just in a club 7 minutes ago. For starters he's wearing only black and gray. He also has a long sleeve shirt on and on top of that he's wearing a big jacket even though it's only September. He seems kinda awkward and shy. When he spilled my drink all over me he seemed kinda cocky, but I guess people surprise you.

"Well anyways" he clicks his pen which seemed to come out of now where. "Text me if you want to take up my offer." He winks and I have a nervous look on my face.

  "The dry cleaning, I mean."  he writes his phone number on my hand, smiles at me and I blush.

Once again for the 100th time there's a silence between us. Did he just hit on me? Maybe he's just being friendly.

I see him smile wide and I can't help but chuckle.

"Well I need to get going. My friend is waiting for me." I finally say. "It was nice meeting you" is the last thing I say to him.

  "You too. I enjoyed the dance and conversations. I hope I see you soon." He puts his hands in his pockets and walks back into the club.

I begin to walk towards Emily's car. Suddenly I don't feel sick anymore. Talking to him for those few short minutes made me feel better. He's such a nice person and he seems amazing. I'm not sure if I should call him again. It seems weird talking to a guy again. It's been so long since I've liked anyone.

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Sunlight shines through my window and I finally wake up. I look at the clock. 1 pm. I groan. Images from last night fill my head. What an unpredictable night.

After 10 minutes of being incredibly lazy I finally drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom where I find a note:

" Met a nice guy last night. Going out with him for coffee. Didn't wanna wake you! xoxo Emily."

  I can't snatch the note off the bathroom mirror, crumble it and throw it in the small metal trash can.

Once again I'm left alone. I turn on the faucet to wash my face and hands and I realize Abel's phone number is still on my hand. I'm not really sure if I should give him a call or text. I have enough stress to deal with. With school, work and friends I barely have enough time to breathe. Plus I met him at a club. It kinda gives me an idea of the type of guy he is.

I'll save his number just in case.

Besides, he'll probably forget all about me and last night. I'm really nothing special.

It's Sunday afternoon and I have no plans. That's just the way I like it. And after last night all I wanna do is relax. I plop myself on the couch and turn on some cartoons. This is the kind of girl I am.

I hate having drama in my life. Which is why I left my city in the states. I'm tired of it. I just want a peaceful life in Toronto.

No stress, no worries and definitely no boys.