"Deep breath" I command myself before walking into the crowded restaurant scanning the room for John. He sees me before I see him and calls my name. I twirl to the direction his deep voice came from and he waves to me. He stands up as I approach the table and greets me.
"How are you?" He grins cheekily.
"Good!" I smile back as he pulls out the wooden chair for me.
It doesn’t take long for the words to flow out of our mouths and soon we get into a deep conversation, something I haven't done in a long time before I met him. It felt nice to have a good, real, conversation with someone for a change.
Even after our food is ordered, eaten, and people slowly leave the building, we are still there, involved in nothing but our conversation.
"Looks like the restaurant is gonna close on us" I note considering the fact that they're already mopping floors and cleaning tables
"You want to go to my house and continue talking?" He offers
"Yeah sure!" I answer without any hesitation; I loved talking to him and never want to stop doing so.
"I'll just follow you there!" I say and begin to walk towards my own car
"Yeah that'll work. See you in a few!"
I follow his route as closely as possible and soon we arrive at his apartment building. He parks his car and I pull up into the white outlined spot next to it.
"Its right up here" he comments and we chat some more as I walk next to him curving around corners us both using the same motions.
His apartment is modern with a very upscale and streamline design. White walls with black, brown, or metal finishes on all the pieces of furniture and accessories. He kindly offers me wine although I decline it.
"Please take a seat" I sit on the sofa and he joins me with glasses of water for the two of us.
"So I forgot to ask you, where do you work?" he questions
"Oh, I'm a nail artist!"
"Really? So what exactly do you do?"
I got on to explain my job and we plunge back into conversation, I have never been able to talk to someone so easily before. After hours of conversing I check my phone for the time.
"Damn it's almost one! I really should get going, thank you so much for tonight. It was truly great"
"Leaving? Already?" He grabs my hand with a strong grip
"Well it's already one and I need to get going…" I try to pull away from his grasp but it doesn’t loosen
"Why don't you stay over here?" his face softens again
"Sorry bu-"
"I think it'd be best if you stayed here, I mean it's late on a Saturday night it's not usually safe to drive when there's probably dunks out."
"That's true but I'll drive carefully, I promise! Thank you so mu-"
He shoves me back onto the sofa, almost knocking the wind out of me from his force. "You will stay here" his lighthearted cheery voice is replaced with a possessive angered tone. Fear spreads through my body, it starts in my stomach, going through deep within my chest, and reaching all the way to my fingertips and toes causing every inch of me to tremble and shake. It finally takes hold of my head, reaching deep within my mind bringing back memories I tried so desperately get rid of, they never completely disappeared I just shoved them back, but now they were vivid and replayed with every thought. Thoughts of being repeatedly hit for going out with friends, or being slammed against the wall for being a few minutes late from school, all done by my older brother. I pull myself partly back into reality to try and make a dash for the door. But just like with my brother, I was too slow, or maybe he was just too fast.
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Its Best If We Just Confess (Ryan Follese Fanfiction)
Fanfiction"Ryannnn, I don’t really feel like going on a date tonight" I whined into the phone "Too bad, I already set it up!" He countered I heaved a sigh obviously directed toward him; 'Him' being my best friend, Ryan Follese. Yup you heard me right, best f...
