Get Back

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Nicks pov

I need to get Jess back.

No I dont, Yes I do. I feel conflicted.

Darn I'm absolutely insane

But, How could I contact her?

Stupid Nick you don't have her phone number dammit. I shouldn't have bothered, But I need to see her. She was so beautiful Her eyes were the most beautiful eyes that I've ever laid eyes on!

I need her right here right now!

God! Please bring her back to me. Let us meet in this fine evening.

Why am I being like this sudden religious guy...Maybe I shouldn't do anything

Yeah that sounds good, procastinate err day.

Lazy ass

Okay okay I'll just get myself something to eat.

But my feet was not responding I just want to sit down on my couch, doing nothing, regretting the things I did and cry myself to sleep.

I got up from my IKEA couch and went to the kitchen

"Where are my chips, chips chips chips! Andd errr guacamole, where the heck! Oh there it is!" I mumbled to my self while getting myself a guacamole dipped chips.

I sat back down on the couch getting real comfy and turned on the TV.

Maybe guacamole can make me forget about her?

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Two hours later

I'm all out of chips, I better go to whole foods to get something

I put my leather jacket on to look even manlier, grabbed my car keys and went down the elevator.

The elevator came to a stop letting a petite girl in. She was alone. To my surprize her hair looked like Jess from behind. She turned around to face me.

She studied my face like a was a lunatic.

It was Jess..

She was here, could it be that she lives only several floors from me? Could it be possible? If so why haven't I see her before?

I blinked my eyes several times

Trying to focus. And clear my throat.

"Are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that? You are starting to creep me out. Just stop!"

That voice, I didn't recognize it at all.

It was like reality pinched me on the cheek. It was not Jess.

"I.. I'm sorry... I thought you were someone else, you look so familiar though"

"I haven't met you before", she chuckled

but there's something about that laugh that is frustratingly familiar.

Maybe I'll just let it slide.

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