Begin Again

CHAPTER 17

I finish my make up and run to my room to get my bag. I put inside my wallet, my keys and my phone. I get to the door and walk so fast to the stairs that I feel that I'll fall down any minute. Once I am downstairs I am welcome by the emptiness of the living room. Something that seems pretty normal considering that it is Sunday morning.

When I reach the dining room I look around to find Joe but he is nowhere to be found. I get my phone out of my bag to call him.

-Don't call! Here I am!

I hear someone behind me and I turn around to see a familiar face.

-Good morning Joe.

-Good morning!

-Let's get our breakfast, shall we?

-Sure.

I say and follow him.

Each of us takes a tray and move towards the buffet. I take a croissant and a glass of apple juice. On the other hand Joe fills his with almost everything. We then sit in an empty table by the door.

-Do you always eat that much?

-Do you always eat that little?

I smile looking at him straight inside his eyes. I take them away after a bit carrying on with my food.

-Are you excited?

He asks me.

-I am. I really missed London.

-Are you excited only about London?

-What else?

-Nothing. Never mind. I am full. Are you done?

-Yeah. Let's go.

He seems strange. I should have said that I am excited to go with him. That's what I should have said. But it never reached my mind seconds after I had already spoke. I am stupid. I really have to say something.

We are walking towards the parking lot to meet his dad. He is taking us to the train station. He isn't there yet when we arrive though.

-Joe?

-He'll be here any minute.

-That isn't what I wanted to say.

I say and he turns around looking at me.

-What did you want to say then?

-I am not coming because I want to walk down the London streets. I am coming because I want to do it with you.

I can't believe I actually said that. Oh my God. He is so going to think that I am crazy. Or maybe that...

But his hand is reaching my hair taking it out of the way from my eyes interrupting my thinking. He comes closer but I push him away.

-Joe... Your father is coming.

-What?

He says never leaving the piece of hair from his hand before turning around to see his dad coming. I put that piece of hair behind my ear after he leaves it and take my backpack off my shoulders holding it in my hand to open the car door but Joe does that for me while looking at me straight in my eyes. Whenever he does that I just feel like I won't be able to control myself and...

-Good morning.

-Good morning Anne. How are you?

-I am really good sir. Thank you.