iv. Juliet
Xavier leads me out of the elevator, and up a small staircase leading to a door. As he holds the door open for me I step out onto the roof and look around. This seems sketchy. I don't know the guy and I've already agreed to accompany him onto a roof of all places. I think this is how people get murdered.
"Why did you take me here?" I turn around and face him.
"There were so many people at the park. They probably would of thought I was talking to myself if they saw me talking to you." He chuckles, scratching his neck awkwardly.
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"Well-You-Um. . ." He stops mid sentence as his face morphs into shock and his eyes widen for a moment.
"Well?" I ask, my impatience growing.
"I just um. . . just because you're so beautiful and way out of my league." He smiles. That doesn't make any sense, but I'm flattered anyway.
I blush, "Oh. . . thanks."
He walks over to the far side of the roof and sits down on a lawn chair. I follow him and sit beside him. He seems nervous and a bit antsy. "Are you okay?" I ask.
He seems surprised by my question and shrugs. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" He rubs his face.
"Nothing, you just seem weird all of a sudden."
"Is that your way of complimenting me?" He winks.
"Hardly."
I'm still really confused on why I'm here. Why did I agree so quickly to come meet a random stranger at night at a park? Didn't my parents teach me anything about not talking to strangers? I originally came because I thought he might know Feldro. But it's quite obvious that he doesn't. In all honesty, he's a bit of a dork. I can tell he probably does well in school, has a few friends, most likely a good relationship with his parents; quite the opposite of me.
He is a bit on the weird side considering his random comments about how "They" will hear us, and his weird reaction on the elevator where his eyes went wide and he zoned out for a minute.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask.
"God no," He smiles. He has a genuine smile, something I haven't truly come across in all my sixteen years.
"Oh shut it with the sarcasm would you?" I laugh. He smiles back before I speak. "All night it seems like you have wanted to tell me something. You keep saying weird things, and your note said that you were going to help me with the after-life? What do you mean?" I ask, a frown coming into place.
He's silent for a few moments before he speaks. "I was just being sarcastic," he says a worried smile coming into place, "because on the train you looked really pale for a bit... Kind of like a ghost." He teases.
I playfully hit his shoulder. "Rude."
"So what were you doing on the train anyways?" He asks as he lays down on his back.
"I. . ." I can't tell him about Feldro, I need to keep that all a secret so my plan isn't ruined. "I was just going to the library." I lie easily as I lay down beside him, while we stare up at the stars.
"I didn't know there was a library at Eighth Street West Station. . ."
Oh shit. "Um, yeah there is! It's right by that one Starbucks... So what were you doing on the train?" I quickly change the subject.
"I was heading home from school."
Of course he was. I envy the simple life he must have, with no problems at all. The usual routine he must carry out every day. Some people say that the same routine everyday is boring, but not to me. I'd kill to have that simple teenage life and not have to worry about the Secret Society or Feldro.
We lie there for a few minutes, only staring at the stars. It's a comfortable silence, one with no awkward tension even though I only met this guy an hour ago.
"I should probably go." I say after awhile. I'm tired and I also need to do some research and try and find out who the hell that damn red head is and her business with Feldro.
"Okay." He politely smiles.
Both of us stand there awkwardly for a few moments. Do we hug? Shake hands? This is weird. He ends up breaking the awkwardness and gives me a hug. A pretty nice hug if you ask me.
"Can we meet again sometime?" He asks nervously. I think on it for a moment. Is he asking me on a date? Is this a date? It couldn't be... I realize after being lost in my thoughts that I haven't answered him. He looks at me with those damn blue eyes, patiently waiting for my answer.
"I'd like that," I smile.
"Awesome. I think I'm going to stay here for awhile but I'll see you soon?" He says as he writes down his number on a slip of paper and hands it to me.
I nod and wave goodbye before walking back into the building and taking the elevator down. I can't help but replay what just happened over and over again in my head.
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Sixteen and Dead
Lãng mạnI met a girl. She's dead, but she doesn't know that. Not yet anyway. *2 POV'S *cover done by napkinperfect*