Simple things like watching LT

Chapter six - part one

"How long have you been dancing?" A simple question asked since its just the two of us in this bathroom - a girl with a busted lip and a guy that helped her. Both of us doing nothing now but taking in our presence. An awkward place for company, I'm not even sure why he hasn't left yet, surely he have things to do - people may be thinking something is going on.
"Uh... Long time. Since my broth'a an' me bebe's"

Such a cute response from a grown man. The way he uses his hands to show how tall they were as babies, also showing me that his english isnt that good but it is good enough to hold a conversation. I must be showing a smile or something, because he's smiling at me - just from him smiling sends butterflies through out my stomach. He is adorable.
"What you do?" He's asking what do I do in life?
"Oh-..." I have to lie. "I'm an artist. You know, drawing and painting?" It's okay to lie, we don't know each other and I don't do that anymore. The fact that I felt inspired to rush home and do what I use to love - shocked me. I wanted to illustrate the two of them while they were in motion, dancing. As much as I felt the need to do it, I know I won't be able to.
"Tha's cool, you no look it. You model too?" This isn't like me to blush off of a question. "N-no, but you don't look like a dancer, more like a player "
I can hear him chuckle through his perfectly parted lips, I'm soon to speak again but on the inside of my peacoat, my phone vibrates. I drop my head down to my chest, using both hands to undo a button from my coat- I know he's watching me. Maybe wondering what I'm up to? I wrap my fingers around my black and blue cased Iphone. On the screen, a picture of a almond colored  woman with honey brown hair, her eyes chinky and smile is effortless, we look nothing alike. The name reads mom. I slid to answer.

"Hello?" As I answer my eyes come in contact with Larry, his eyes so deep and dark, mesmerizing - watching me in silence. I divert my eyes quickly, licking over my busted lip, the pain vaguely there as I lean back on the wall that is behind me. I focus my hearing on the noises coming from the other end, laughs and music. She's out. "Kiera?!" Mentally I roll my eyes. " Yeah, I'm here." I respond in a mellow tone.

"Great! I called the house but you didn't pick uo so I figured you was out. You should go home though, it's nearly twelve." She wants me to come home to an empty house. Great. "You should come home too. Y-" "Oh hush, I'm actually coming home." Cut off by her lieing. She won't be home no time soon. "A-alright, I'm coming home." Our conversation ends, no 'Good bye' or ' I love you'. We don't do that anymore. Personal reasons.

I decide to place my phone on the counter, thats the lazy in me kicking in. My body begins to tingle, one cigarette won't hurt before I go. This wil be my last for tonight, although it is my fourth one. I dig into my left front pocket, pulling out my lighter that reminds me of a Japanese Kimono.  On my right front pocket- my thumb and index finger tug on the lid of the carton of Newports. I begin to rush myself, practically snatching the cig out of its carton; examining it for a second - I realized that with my rushing, I have bent the tip. I exhale the little air inside my lungs, ready to inhale what this cigarette holds. I can almost taste it - the taste of bitter coffee at the tip of my tongue.

"You smoke?" My attention is brought back to Larry. The look he's giving me - Like he knows me. His face reading ' I didn't know you smoke?' "Yeah, you want a pull?" I question as I ignite the the tip, my eyes never leaving his. "No, is no good fo' you. Kill you lungs, get you sick" I smirk at his response, ofcourse he doesn't smoke - when he was finish dancing, he didn't look an ounce out of breath. I continue to put the filter in between my lips, inhaling.

    "I know what smoking can do to me."
I reply while exhaling the smoke. "So why you do it?" Larry takes the scarf from around his neck and pulls it over his mouth and noise. I should respect him, he's not a smoker and second hand smoke is even worst. Removing it from between my lips, I drop the cig into the sink, letting water run over it - putting it out. I should get going. "I don't know why I smoke-" I pause, another lie - "Sorry Larry, but I have to go now" I turn, heading towards the exit. "O-Okai" Glad he doesn't stop me, I would've thought he had interest in me by the way he helped me. It figures though, hes one of those nice people. Leaving him there, parting ways and back into the packed room of partying people. Once again I struggle to walk through the crowd, the music over powering their senses - its like they're living in the moment. Having the best time right now, while Im not.

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I finally made it to my building. Containing seven floors, I am thankful to live on the third; exhausted and a bit hungry - already invisioning myself in my white pajama pants snuggled under my green and white comforter with a slice of yesterdays pizza in my hand. I begin to search for my keys; I can't believe I never took them. I'm locked out. I have to call her, I dig into my peacoat, I begin to panic, my phone - is gone. I forgot to pick it up off of the counter! how the fuck did I forget my phone?! I sigh out of frustration, Slumping onto the floor infront of my doorstep, the fluorescent lights from above dimly light, flickering and buzzing. Like in those damn horror movies, the hallways quiet - I shouldn't have left that party so soon. I'm locked out and phone-less. I'm such a jackass.