After I looked up his address on the internet, I prepared myself for the ‘visit’. I put on a comfy oversized sweater and some skinny jeans. I slid my feet into my pair of black TOMS and I walked out of the door. It was a 20 minute walk, and right now the clock read 1:32 PM. I would probably arrive early, and I already know right now that he would make some inappropriate remark about it, but whatever. I let it slide and just started walking.
I walked into his street after walking for a good 15 minutes. The number of his house was 65 and right now I stood in front of a house with the number 265. Still 200 to go I guess. (AN: Sorry if this system is different in the country where you live!) At 1:50 sharp I arrived at the house of a boy who gave me serious chills. I was 10 minutes early as expected, should I wait in front of the door? Or should I take a quick walk? No, I’m going for it right now.
I walked up the front porch, took a deep breath and rung the bell. After a minute, the door swung open. The sight in front of me was breathtaking:
Romeo. Yes Romeo, more beautiful than ever. He was wearing sweatpants, a muscle tank and a red beanie. Simple, but oh so effective.
When he smiled, his dimples emerged. Well shit.
“Good afternoon, Alice” He said to me, still smirking.
No witty comment? Hey, that’s an improvement here.
“Hi” I said shyly.
He gestured for me to come in so I took a few steps forward and entered his house. While doing a quick 360 turn, I saw that it was cozy but small. Too small for more than one person.
“Do you live on your own?” I asked confident.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He asked, still sporting that smirk that I was already familiar with.
I blushed. Of course, why would he tell me? It was pretty rude to ask him something like that.
“I-I’m sorry… I don’t know where i-“ I started to apologize but he cut me off.
“Yes, I do live here alone. No parents, no rules, just me”
He probably noticed the astonishment on my face when he chuckled.
“Pretty amazing, isn’t it? Bet you want to know where my folks are”
I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Suddenly my shoes became a very interesting subject to look at, until I felt a finger under my chin.
“Oh baby, there’s so much for you to discover in this world. You’re so… Innocent. Pure. You’re too shy, and it kind of annoys me. Do something about it. Let the world know about your presence.”
He let his hand fall down his side, turned his back to me and walked away to another room. What the hell?
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Teen FictionWhat happens when you meet a boy, and you immediately can't stop thinking about him? What happens when you are sure he's the one? What happens when he doesn't give a shit about you? What happens when he's your Romeo, but you're not his Juliet? • thi...
