Wrong Beauty

Twenty-eight (Days)

Tomorrow finally came, the weird chick didn't call until 10pm. Jeans and a t-shirt is what I wore, all black. I took a cab back to her place back to her doorstep. A little porch light glowed warmly. I rang the cookie shaped doorbell, I stood patiently hearing muffled behind the door. The short girl answered again.

Mu: H- Oh.. Hi Angel! *smiles*

Abel: it's Abel actually.

Mu: oh. Uh, oops. Hi Abel.

Abel: *laughs* No problem, no problem. So you called?

Mu: mhm. *nods* One minute...-JORDAANN!

My heart pounded, my conscious yelled at me saying 'are you fucking crazy?! What if it's not her? What makes you fly all the way to L.A.?' But I took a breath and waited with my hands in my pockets.

Jordan: What the hell are you yelling about loud mouth?

She met the girl to the door with her. She looked beautiful, wearing a huge sweater that covered her bare thighs. She hadn't noticed me yet until she faced foward. I felt my cheeks burn harshly.

Abel: Jordan..*says anxiously*

The pause felt like that night at House of Balloons, like forever. She stood gaping at me. The girl observed awkwardly between us. I jestured to say a few words.

Abel: Jordan...I-

And in between those words the door was slammed in my face. The sound of the door shutting sank to my stomach. And I felt left alone unto the street.
But that wasn't it...
This pattern continued to happen for 27 more days, rain and sunshine. As frustrating as that sounded, she had stopped coming to the door. I would catch her on her way out and she would pull out of the drive way and hit the gas. Between the door slams and drive outs, I got quite used to her roommate. At the days J was out, I made small talk.

Mu: Hey..

Abel: Hey.

Mu: she's out again y'know?

Abel: Yeah, I know.

Mu: *sigh* Why don't you give up? You been through enough torture haven't you? She seems very made up in her mind about how she thinks of you. Isn't it enough?

Abel: There's never enough... My mistake just happened to take more than enough.

I followed back to my hotel, thinking of the past year. I felt nothing then. And now it's almost 3am and I feel everything. The next day changed...

Abel: *catches her at the door* No! Wait. Don't shut the door on me again. I've been here for almost a month. I'm practically living at my hotel now... Hear me please.

Jordan: A-

Abel: Hear me..please.

"Come in.."