Allure

9 Richard

          I find it hard to sit still once I get into my apartment, although I know what is at risk with seeing Ryon, no part of me wants to give her up, but all of me is still paranoid. My nerves are getting the best of me now because I couldn’t give into them while I was with her, not if I didn’t want her nerves to do the same thing to her. She was right part of this was stupid. And maybe I’m selfish but I wasn’t willing to leave that parking lot without knowing I’d still have a change with her.

          “Hello?”

          “Hello there, Ryon.” I smile into the phone, knowing that she hadn’t gotten my number but I made It a point to get hers.

          “Richard?!”  She’s Whispering now, her response makes me laugh.

          “Why are you whispering, love?”

          “Be- because.” I can hear the phone rattling as if she were running. “My Roomate is in the house.” She’s still whispering.

          “Oh my sweet paranoid Ryon Carter. You’re the only Student who knows my First name, And I am not the only Richard at Kaymen- U. I thing you’re okay.”

          “Don’t Patronize me.” She snaps obviously more comfortable.

          And I laugh.

          “What time do your classes start tomorrow?” No response. “Ryon.”

          “I may have agreed to take this chance with you but I am not okay with talking about it like it’s not safe it will never be safe.”

          “Look we will be fine, You will be fine. That I can promise.”

          “Yes of course I’ll be fine Richard, but I’m not worried about me.” She’s whispering again.

          “Well Don’t worry about me either. Just live it out.”

          “Mmm.”

          “I know for a fact that you aren’t listening to what I’m saying.”

          “I am.” She’s quiet

          “I don’t think so.”

          “I Hear you, Richard Williams.” She’s whispers when she gets to my name and I can hear a smile in her voice.

          “Good, Ryon Carter, Goodnight.” I smile into the phone

          “Good night.” She hangs up.

          Every part of my wanted to tell her I loved her before hanging up, and even though she already knows without a doubt that I do, telling her every night when we first started off would take its meaning away from it, the first time I tell her I want it to be real, and I want her to remember it.  Not just as me pleading my case, but as me promising my heart to her, and me promising to take care of hers.