Don't trust yourself.

The will

The next morning was a very gloomy one. I didn't get any sleep last night because I was too scared that man would come back. Roland even offered to camp out in the living room, but I quickly declined because having a boy spend the night, even in a different room, is quite embarrassing. Though I have spent the night at his house, but his parents were there and I was upstairs and he was downstairs so it was totally fine. UURRGGGGG my head hurts from thinking too much about this. "I need coffee." I let out a huge sigh and got up to head to the kitchen when I started hearing something really unexpected, someone was snoring really loudly in my living room. I crouched down in my kitchen by the counter and peaked over. I didn't see anyone in the living room, but I defiantly heard him. I grabbed the closest thing I could reach on the counter and it didn't disappoint me: a frying pan. I crouched my way into my living room and started looking around, I found a big lump on my couch, but a blanket was covering the intruder from head to toe. I quietly tip toed my way to the chouch and gently started to remove the blanket to reveal who was underneath. I was so close to getting it off when the person underneath started to roll over and scared me so bad I kind of maybe hit the person with my frying pan.....
"Ooowww!! That freaking hurt! What did you hit me with?! Indie?"
Huh? Is that who I think it is?
"R-Roland?" The figure slowly sat up, with a hand on the left side of his head. "Yeah it's me." I gasped and sat down next to him and removed his hand, on his head was a bump. It wasn't huge, but it sure as heck wasn't small. "I'm so sorry! I thought you left! why are you here? Wait! I'll get you some ice for your head!" I quickly jumped up and ran towards the kitchen, tossing the frying pan on the other couch as I ran by. "Yeah I did leave, but I came back and not to my surprise the window was still unlocked." He scowled me and followed me into the kitchen where I was filling a ziplock bag up with ice. He sat down on one of the stools and I handed him the bag and sat by him. "I could have sworn I locked that window." He sighed and shook his head, "Don't you know you're supposed to double check those kind of things?" I looked down to my hands that were in my lap. Roland patted my head and stood up, holding the ice pack to his head. "You're not wearing that today are you?" I looked at him confused. I was wearing a Barcelona sweatshirt and Adidas shorts. "What do you mean?" he looked at me surprised and chuckled. "Your parents will is being read today." I jumped out of my seat. "Oh gosh! I almost entirely forgot! I have got to get ready! and if you're going you absolutely can NOT wear that!" he gasped in shock, "what do you mean?" Roland was wearing jeans and a collared shirt that was so wrinkled it was hard to look at. "Look I know this sounds insane and I know it is, but wait here a moment. I ran into my parents room and into my dad's closet. "Roland!" I waited a moment "What?" he yelled back. "What's your favorite basketball team?" There was a pause and then he yelled back "Lakers!" I smiled and pulled out a lakers jersey and a pair of nike basketball shorts. I walked back into the kitchen and handed Roland the clothes, "they might be a bit big, but I think they should be fine." He looked down at the clothes then back up at me," Are you serious? we're going to a reading of you're parents will." I nodded and smiled. He chuckled and shook his head, "You have got to be joking!" I smirked and started toward my room. "Wait, you cannot be serious!" I giggled and shut the door to my room.
I got dressed and walked out of my room wearing a Miami heat jersey, a pair of Adidas basketball shorts, and a pair of Jordans. I brushed my hairs until it was smooth as well. I walked into the living room to find Roland wearing the clothes I brought him, but he was wearing black dress shoes...
I made a face of disgust at him and he laughed, "What? why that face?" I shook my head in disappointment, "You cannot wear dress shoes with that outfit." He laughed a bit, "Well if I was wearing the clothes I brought then these shoes would be the perfect match." I sighed, "What's your shoe size?" I asked as I walked towards my parents room for the second time today. He hesitated before he answered, "14" I nodded to myself and pulled out a pair of nike basketball shoes and nike socks from my dad's closet. I walked back into the living room and handed them to him, "They're a size 15, but hey shoes are better bigger then smaller, right?" He nodded and smiled as he sat on the couch leaving the melting ice pack on the counter. He hummed to himself as he put on his shoes, I sat next to him. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the couch and listened to him hum. I smiled when I realized he was humming 'You Are My Sunshine'. I began to sing as he hummed and Roland smiled and hummed louder. He finished putting on the shoes and socks and he leaned back on couch like me. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, he had really big dimples. "I didn't know you could sing like that." I blushed a bit and turned my face, "You don't know a lot of things about me." He nodded, "But I wish I did." I looked towards him, he was already looking at me and smiling, "I wish I knew everything about you so you wouldn't be such a mystery to me." He pushed some of my hair behind my ear. I almost turned away, but I knew I shouldn't, I know I have to keep eye contact and talk, "B-but you know quite a lot about me like how I'm clumsy and how awkward I am and where I live, like nobody knows that." He chuckled and shook his head, "No, not like that. I mean like what's your favorite foods, what's your favorite songs and genres, even what's your favorite colour." I smiled and looked up towards the ceiling, "Ah, the old 'what's your favorite colour' question that's a hard one." I looked over at him a little and he chuckled, "Yes I need to know, it could save my life some day." I laughed , "What if I told you my favorite colour is the colour of your eyes?" I looked back to the ceiling. There was a pause of silence.
I messed up.
I know I did, I probably sound like a giant idiot. I closed my eyes tightly and waited in silence. Roland finally chuckled after a minute or so, "That's good to know. and what about the other questions?" I let out a breath I had been holding and smiled. "Let's see, my favorite food would have to be pineapple pizza and my favorite songs would have to be anything by 'the beach boys' or 'the Beatles' or maybe 'Dion and the belmonts'." He turned his head towards me, "Who in the world are 'Dion and the belmonts'?" I giggled and stood up. "Follow me." I turned and smirked at him as he got up. "They aren't like a metal group are they?" I busted out laughing, "No, no nothing like that at all!" I opened the door to my room and plugged my phone into my speaker then opened up my music and put my album for 'Dion and the belmonts' on shuffle. The song 'A Teenager In Love' turned on and I smiled. Roland rolled his eyes when the lyrics started and I started singing. "This sounds like something my mom would listen to." I laughed,"Well your mom has great taste in music then!" I started dancing around my room and Roland joined me in my crazy dance. Roland stopped a minute and picked up my phone and scrolled trough my music, he stopped at smirk and looked up at me, he clicked the song and walked towards me, "May I have this dance?" I smiled and nodded, noticing the song was from this generation and that I happened to love it, it was 'Thinking Out Loud' by Ed Sheeran.
We started to dance, my head resting on his chest and his on my head. The words enveloped around us and the music shallowed us up as we danced around my messy, crapped room. Roland hummed the song and I sang to the lyrics.
It felt an eternity of dancing, but it was only four minutes and forty-one seconds. He smiled at me when the song ended and rested his forehead against mine. I was lost in the moment, lost in his big, beautiful, green-blue eyes, until the doorbell rung and we had to leave our little neverland. I sighed a little and looked up at Roland who was smiling at me. "You know you still suck at dancing right?" I started laughing and hit him in the shoulder, "Oh shut up already!"