A Living, Breathing Bullet Through My Unsuspecting Heart

Believing After Seeing

I realize that this story is total crap so sorry if you think that you're wasting twenty minutes of your life that you'll never get returned to you while reading it. But- Not sorry.

I didn't mean to follow him all the way home. When the bus had taken us to the other side of town though, I couldn't help but get lost in thought and follow Milo all the way to his house. He never said a word about me rudely inviting myself to follow him. By the time we reached his front lawn I could form a coherant sentance and got over my flustered feeling. What had I been thinking in making that Romeo and Juliet reference?

"Sorry to stalk you to your house. I'll see you tomorrow. Take your meds. Bye," is all I could think of at the moment, so I turned around without looking at him. I took two steps before being interupted by a bakward force pulling me to the ground. 

"Hey-" I heard while ungracefully landing on top of Milo, pinning his small frame to the pavement. "Oww." He whispered, eyes closed, holding the back of his neck.

"What are you doing?" I asked still on top of him. In his other hand he held a tight grip on my sleeve. He let go of his neck and looked up at me through his light hair.

"Sorry, Its... well... I just thought that maybe...um... because you came all this way...that...well...you wanted to come inside...or, something?" His face was red again. It was most definatly because I was basically sitting on him that he was so loud in blushing and had that awefully noticeably stutter.

"I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to invite me in, I just kind of let my mind go for a second. You don't have to feel pressured. I'll just go." I rolled off of him and slowley stood up. I had to bend over though, because Milo still hadn't let go of my jacket sleeve. If anything he held it tighter to keep me in place. Pulling himself up and onto his knees he said, 

"No, just stay awhile. I can tell you want to talk about something, thats why you didn't go home alone right, and not to rush you or anything, but you are skipping your job right now." He kept looking at me from right through his bangs so it really felt impossible to say no to the tempting offer of meeting his family. I said nothing and reached out my hand to help him off of the ground. He took it and pulled himself the rest of the way up, grinning for some reason while I scowled. 

"You didn't have to trip me you know. Simply calling out my name or throwing something at my head would have gotten my atention." I alerted him. He nodded his head in response and turned his attention to multitasking in getting out his house key while walking up to the front porch. I took this time to take in  my surroundings. 

The lawn wasn't that perfect 'spring green' color that was usualy the color of lawns, it was more of a dark green/dying brown color; but then again so was mine. There wern't any decorations up yet, but the large porch held A LOT of light brown  packing boxes and garbage bags. The house its self was two stories and painted a nice sunset orange with white trim. The path to the porch was a collection of those stepping stones that made anyone walking on them OCD to step on each one and not skip around. There was a line of thick bushes where the porch didn't have the stairs and a line of ivy climbing the left side of the house all the way to the top. 

By the time Milo reached the door I had whipped out my sketch book and sat down to this proper inspiration. I blocked out the elements around me, including time, and focused in on each little detail.

"-should really look up before I DO throw something at your fat head." I could hear Milo as my hands began to slow down the shading and my thoughts shifted back into reality. 

*A dizzying process that left me seeing stars and taking asprin for headachs*

He stood at the door with another person, surprisingly shorter than he was. I would have to get up to see them properly. Ugh, How annoying...