100 Days Before
I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, I must of gone over the way I looked a thousand times. My body was covered by black skinny jeans, a white top and a leather jacket. I didn’t want to over dress as I didn’t think he’d like that, although my outfit could be a little bit too much like his. I left the house in secrecy and made my way over to where we agreed to meet. Once again he was leaning against the movie theatre wall with a cigarette alight in his mouth and exhaling the smoke into the cold nights air. He raised his arm and gave off a slight wave to catch my attention although I was kind of staring at him before he even took notice of me.
“Hello again” he said with a slight smirk.
“Hi” I said, blushing. “So do you wanna go in?”
“Oh no, i’m not actually taking you to a movie, the movies at my place”
“What?” I said, very confused.
“I actually don’t have any money but I do have an apartment and a DVD player. So therefore, the movies at my place” He spoke the words complimented with a laugh at the end.
“Okay, lets go then I guess...”
“Don’t be so hesitant, take my hand”
I took his hand and he guided me to his apartment. As I stepped inside, it smelt of the perfect mixture of alcohol, drugs and cheap aftershave. There was a half smoked joint resting in the ashtray which I automatically assumed he smoked before he came to meet me as the stench had clinged to his coat. I sat on the sofa whilst he walked over to his fridge which seemed to be only filled with alcohol and leftovers. “Do you want a glass of wine?” he asked me to which I replied with a “No thank you” which was rather pointless as he handed me one anyways. He sat next to me and our our bodies molded together as we sunk into the sofa. I asked him what we were watching and he told me that he’d like to show me his favorite film which I politely agreed to. The film we watched was True Romance and we hardly talked throughout any of it as his love for the film was so content. After the movie had finished we talked about ourselves for hours and ate cold pizza during the conversations we had and drank a whole bottle of wine until we found ourselves laughing at completely and utterly nothing. He stared at me in silence for a while then caressed my face gently. He was beautiful and his beauty was driving my desire to kiss him but I didn’t have to make the first move as he did. His soft lips met mine and I instantly never wanted to stop kissing him. He pushed my body down so now I was lying on the sofa with the reckless boy I was highly attracted to on top of me. We made out to the Michael Jackson vinyl he had playing on a continuous loop. His hands slowly moved towards my boobs and thats when the instinct had arrived and I pushed his body off of mine. I used the time as an excuse to leave because I knew if i had stayed any longer, I would be waking up here the next morning. Naked.
“It’s late, I think I best be going” He said nothing. He just looked up at me. I grabbed my bag and made my way to door until he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest and began kissing me. I pulled away with regret and whispered “Goodbye” into his ear.
I entered my home and was greeted by drunk my father with the angriest expression a man could have on his face and he was full of so many questions which I really could not be bothered answering.
The obvious questions I was prepared for: “Where were you?” “Who were you with?” “Why did you leave without letting me know?” “Why are you back so late?” So I just responded with the lies I created in my head before I even left the house.
