Intimate || Imagines & Unfinished Stories

009 Panic Room | Keith Powers

I tried to minimize the amount of thoughts running by talking to get them out but everything that came out didn't sound like they were suppose to.

"What about your girlfriend? Even if I liked you too I wouldn't date you. Look how your doing your girlfriend now imagine how you'd do me."
"I lied. I don't have a girlfriend. "
"How do I know you aren't lying now?"
"Well you can come in and go through my drawers for women clothes if you want."

I looked up at his house.

"Why are we here?"
"Left my wallet. I rushed out the house to get to you on time."

I can't lie everything that he was doing was cute and thoughtful but I wasn't ready to give myself to him in that way. I wasn't ready for a boyfriend.

"Is Lassie home?"
"Of course."
"I'm only coming in for her."
"Fair enough."

I walked in behind Keith and looked around the house for Lassie. I found her in the kitchen sleeping. I left her be and retreated to the living room.

Keith grabbed a water and drank it partially while staring at me.

"Why are you staring at me?"

He stopped drinking then capped his water.

"I have eyes."
"Yeah but not your wallet. I'm going to the car."
"Why is it so bad that I like you?" He asked as if he couldn't take it anymore
"Because you're not taking no for an answer and you're trying to make or persuade my parents into making me like you too."
"What is the problem with getting to know your parents?"
"I don't want you." I said a bit harsher than I intended to

He rolled his lips and nodded slowly.

"Got it."

He jogged upstairs while I stood there drowning in regret. I'd hurt his feelings. I walked to the car and placed on my sunglasses. My foot tapped and my leg shook violently and silently. I wiggling my fingers slightly, not because I was going to freeze, I was going to cry. I'd hurt him, he walked from the house so proud and confidently. He had his wallet in hand and an orange ball.
He got in and handed the ball back without looking at me. I grabbed it slowly and squeezed it. I couldn't bring myself to speak to say thank you. My mouth was taped shut. It seemed that everytime I open it, something bad comes out.

•
We arrived to Edwards Cinema. Keith walked ahead of me almost leaving me behind. He'd look back to see if I was close, if I wasn't he'd slow down some.
He bought two tickets to The Jungle Book. I just tagged along like a child. He held the door open so I could walk in. I was feeling so bad. He kept this bad boy look on his face like he was mean mugging. I told the truth, I didn't like him but I didn't need him to know like that.
He bought me a small popcorn and a drink. Once in the theater was got to our seats and he sat a seat away from me. The lump in my throat was bigger than ever. I wasn't going to freeze, I was again going to cry.

I stood up just as the tears rimmed my eyes.

"Excuse me."

I went to the bathroom and finally took off my glasses. I wiped my eyes and tucked a couple pieces of it in my purse.

•
After the movie we got McDonald's and he took me home.

"Appointment at 11am on Monday?"

That surprised me, I thought we were passed appointments.