Live a little! - Noah Centineo Story

Part 4 - Curly hair guy

The next two days passed by pretty quick. This little heat wave hit Prague so I didn't really have much choice what to do. I went to do some sightseeing in late afternoons but yet again I didn't see much because it was just sooo crowded.

Today I slept like a baby, the rain came and cooled down the air a bit. It was still raining after I ate my brunch at the hotel heading out to see some museums.

I went to see this Franz Kafka museum. He was an author, he wrote mostly novels and the people said he was a very important figure of 20th-century literature. I bought one of his books, just a little souvenir to take back home. Man, I should call my mom and maybe we could rearrange this big closed balcony at grammas/our new house into a sunroom with this beautiful couch by the window and loads and loads of books.

When I was walking back to the hotel at around 5 pm, I received a phone call from Jay.

" Hey Soph, how are you?"

" I'm good, thanks for finally replying." I said sarcastically.

" I'm so sorry, I really am, I had two trainings in a day plus a gym session and whenever I had a free time to call, well it was late at night and well you were sleeping and well this time zone change." I heard someone giggle next to him. Ugh, him and his excuses.

" Jay I really don't care if you didn't call, you could at least replay on the text, I really don't wanna argue right now, I'm out walking back to the hotel from museum and I don't want drama." the rain started to pour again, just great really, I started to run as fast as I can.

" I know I know,  I should've at least reply, I said to myself that I won't bother you on vacation."

I reached my hotel soaking wet, I couldn't wait to get back to my room but he just kept on talking.

" I really wanted to talk to you, because we drifted apart so much lately, I don't wanna make you sad or just suffocate you with all our drama and shit. I want you to be happy, but not with me."

" I wanted to talk too, but we agreed that when I come back home from Europe I will come to visit you. But what, are you just trying to break up with me over the phone, you're not serious. Are you?" I whisper yelled, tears started to stream down my face as I started to run back to my room.

"Yeah I'm, I'm sorry Sophie." he said with an angry but sad tone.

"Oh fuck you, you couldn't at least wait for me to get back and we would have this talk in person u coward !" I scoffed with my raspy sad, mad voice.
While I was running down the hallway on my way back to the room I bumped into someone and dropped my phone on the floor.

"Can you at least look where you're going." I yelled at him, with my tears still streaming down on my face.

"I'm sorry." he said softly, he picked up my phone and returned it to me. I quickly hung up the phone call and looked at him.

His beautiful brown orbs were staring at me, he had messy curly hair everywhere. He looked familiar. I grabbed my phone and ran to my room slamming the door behind me. I collapsed on the floor, punching the door hard behind me screaming in pain. I sobbed so bad.
I knew that this day would come, I said to myself that I won't be hurt, but throwing away our eight years just like that? You get attached.

I heard a little knock on the door. I slowly stood up opening the door. And there he was again, the brown-eyed boy.

" I know it's none of my business but, are you okay?" he said softly.