Help Me

Chapter 3

     I'm not even three chapters in and I'm already struggling with updating quickly. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next  chapter.

     Who would've thought so much joy could come from one conversation with a stranger? I wouldn't even call him a stranger anymore.
     Brandon jumped right into a conversation as if he's known me forever. He told me what his name is. Michael Brandon Melley is his full name, but he goes by Brandon. I told him my full name, Amber Heather Brooks. I remember the conversation vividly.

I told him my name and he laughed. After noticing how confused I was, he laughed more.
"What?" I asked?
"Your parents must have been pretty infatuated with colors."
I smiled, still confused.
"Amber is a gem known for it's orange color. Heather is a way to weave certain colors together to create a new and alternative color, usually grey. You can do it with every color though."
"Oh..." I said.
"They basically named you 'orange grey weaved fabric'" he laughed.

That's when he told me about his job as an interior designer. He explained the importance of knowing and recognizing the difference between shades. He told me how he graduated a year ago at the age of 23. His 24th birthday is only two months away. I explained that I'm still in school and have two more years to go. I told him that I turned 22 just three months ago.
     The conversation took a turn when he started talking about Donovan. He explained that Donovan told him I had an interest in his lifestyle, which is the same as Brandon's. His words took my interest even more than Donovan's. He told me about when he first heard of it about a year ago.
     "I took around six months just to learn, and then I found a partner. Our relationship continued on for about 7 months, but it didn't work out. She wanted children, I didn't. I still don't," is what he told me. I smiled and told him that I don't have any interest in kids either.
     It didn't take long for us to finish eating. He reluctantly let me pay half of our bill before we walked outside. I thanked him for taking time to talk to me.
     "This is my phone number," he said as he slipped a business card over to me. "Hopefully I'll talk to you soon, Orange."
     I shook my head and smiled on the way to my car. The drive home was filled with silent thoughts and loud music. That's how I got here, sitting in my bed wearing an oversized white T-shirt and leggings while reading a text from Brandon.

     The conversation had started with me saying thank you, again. It continued from there.

     "No problem. I didn't tell you this earlier because I don't want to make you uncomfortable , but I think your name is gorgeous. You are, too."
     Heat rushes to my cheeks and I tell him thank you.
     "Please let me know if you have any questions about my lifestyle. We can have dinner again if you would like. Sleep well, Amber."