Chances of That

Mr Mystery

I danced and drank and danced again, right through till the early hours of the morning.

Blistered feet, tired eyes and slumping shoulders drove me outside to the balcony in order to sit down away from the thumping musice from my party.

I sat down on the floor of the balcony and gazed out across the ground of the old house that had been converted into a restaurant and a hotel.

My head started to spin and I realised that I may have drunk abit too much!

"So you've finally given up dancing then, huh?" A familiar male voice sounded from behind me.

I dare not move my head because frankly, I'm worried it might roll off of my shoulders, so I keep my eyes forward and feel the guy sit down on my left side and he swings his legs through the small pillars so that they're suspended in the air. I follow suit and do the same, and swing my legs back and forth, still not knowing who the guy sitting beside me is.

"So, how have you enjoyed the party that I organised for you?" The mysterious stranger asked.

I laugh a little too enthusiastically and playfully slap the guy on the arm, "You're sooooo modest Mr Mystery!" I drunkenly retort.

"This is me being modest! I have to admit, I didn't organise it all myself, your mum and Olive helped me a bit, but I did get the location and send the invites out. Plus the fact that I made everyone keep it on the D.L! I even had to enlist the help of that French exchange student in the year below us to help make the invitations look artistic!" He explained to me.

But, in my drunk state, I still couldn't quite grasp who this guy was.

"Mr Mystery? Can I ask you a question?" I slur in his direction.

He laughs and replies, "Anything for you my sweet!"

"Kiss me." I whisper.

Mr Mystery doesn't even hesitate, he grabs the side of my face and leans in to kiss me.

This kiss seems oddly familiar. His lips are warm and soft and he smells like apples.

Mmmmmm ... Apples ....

I pull my legs up from inbetween the pillars and tuck them up to the side of me, Mr Mystery notices this (eventhough we're still kissing) and snakes his arm around me and pulls me closer to him.

His breathing becomes heavier and I feel every movement his body makes.

His hot breath feels amazing on my skin and I put my hands behind his head and pull him towards me, yearning for the feel of his lips, when suddenly the sound of someone walking towards where we are makes me pull away from the kiss, "Someone's coming." I say soberly, giving him the chance to turn away and make it look like we're just talking, but his answer took me completely by surprise

"So?" And with that he kissed me even harder than before and I knew I wanted him.

I slipped my hands up his body to find that he was wearing a tie and immediately started pulling it off him, I loosened it and ripped it over his head while his hands frantically grabbed at my body, pulling me closer. He began kissing down my neck and I started to unbutton his shirt when suddenly, "OH MY GOD! Sophie, what ARE you doing?!" Was heard through the ravishing.

"Errrrrm ... Mum?" I sink down away from the guy next to me and he reverts his head to looking as far away from me as possible.

"Why are you out here all by yourself? Get up and come back into the party." And then I realise, the curtain along the window is blocking her view of Mr Mystery, so I act quickly.

"Yepp, sure thing mum let's go." I pretty much run into her and lead her into a fairly large group of people.

After I've made sure that  my mother was preoccupied, I make a beeline for the balcony, I run out there only to be greeted by ..... No one?

Did I imagine it?

Did my mum not see him because he wasn't actually there?

Am I dreaming?

I decide to return to my party.

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At 3am, everyone decided that the party had to end. Something about too many drunk teenagers and out of booze?

So I said my goodbyes and headed out with Olive, back to my mums car.

And then I realised, "Oh I forgot my bag, 1 second." I spin on my heel and run as fast as I can - on barefoot because those shoes were torture! - and grab my bag off of the head table in the party room when I notice a sticky note attached to my bag. it read:

Catch you tomorrow.

- 'Mr Mystery' x

So he was real!

Now I definitely had something to look forward to.

I got back in the car and Olive asked me what took so long.

I reached into my purse and held my coin in the palm of my right hand and flipped it onto the back of my left hand.

Tails.

"Oh nothing, don't worry."

Guess I won't be telling Olive about this story then.