Absent

Chapter 5: Not-so-his girlfriend

No one can be more puzzled than I am. I stare at both of them, expecting one of them to laugh or express in other way that this is just a planned joke to make me embarrassed of myself. But the only reason I'm embarrassed is because they seem to understand something that I'm not quite connected to... or should I be?

I mean, did he just call me girlfriend?

The man nods to himself, makes a movement with the hand to dismiss us, and murmurs something that sounded like "don't make anything stupid."

So my whole attention turns to the sexy boy, whose name is still a mystery, and I see him in a new way; as somebody close to me. As a friend, or at least, an old friend. It's hard to explain why I feel familiarized with his motorcycle, with the way he talks, with his weird way of looking at me.

I want to hold his hand and hear him say girlfriend again, but directly to me; to assure me I'm his girlfriend.

Almost as if he could read my mind, he grabs my hand gently and guides me to a door into the kitchen. A few people are in whatever their job is, but I can only concentrate in the feeling of our fingers intertwined, of the energy that flows between us. I guess some of the people around us notice, because I feel eyes on my back. I don't care.

Not even with Jimmy have I felt so secure.

Across the kitchen, and into another room, which leads to a staircase; we walk without saying a word.
Finally, we reach a hallway with several doors in each side. He takes me to one of them, and opens it, leaving me to enter first. I blush (which I don't do usually).

It's his room. And it's a hell of a room, that said. At first, you could describe it as a living room, but it's not. There's his bed. There's his closet. There's him.

This is so wrong.

He walks up to me, so close I can hear his breathing, and I understand he's about to kiss me. I close my eyes, allowing my desire to feel his lips, and his charming appearance-

"-You poor soul."

"What?"

I open my eyes, scan the room, only to find him standing in the opposite of the room. "What the hell?"

"Oh, sorry. I hadn't explained anything, have I?" He smiles and I'm almost in trance with it, but a doubt awoke inside me: who the hell is this guy?

"Who the hell are you?"

"You say hell a lot, have you noticed? Are you always this desperate?"

I get an urge to run away from him, but he laughs. Not the laugh of a villain, not a laugh enjoying my confusion, but someone that just heard an innocent joke. "Jeez, don't worry. Let me explain. I'm Alex, by the way. But you don't understand everything just yet... Besides, that's not why I brought you here. This isn't where we're really going. I only wanted to test how much you remember. Did you really believe the girlfriend story?"

I shake my head, when my heart is sinking in a flood of dissappointment. So I'm not his girlfriend.

"Well, whatever. I thought you'd remember me though."

I look at him once again, and inspect him. There is something that sparks in my memory, but I don't know what it is, or who he is to me.

"Never mind. Unless you now think I'm a guy who's going to kidnap you, which I'm not; I want you to meet someone."