The Jock & I

T h r e e

You know those moments that you have by yourself in your bedroom, when everything is still, and it's so quite you could hear the sound of the saliva moving around inside your mouth?

That was the current disposition of the elevator, Ashton and I were standing in.

He seemed so friendly downstairs, like he had so much to say. But somehow everything that came out of his mouth found someway to annoy me.

"So where are you from?"
Ashton blurted out glancing over at me as I swallowed heavily, looking down at my feet, suddenly pretending to be very interested in the tiled elevator floor.

Part of me thought he was being extremely nosey, but the reasonable side of me realized he was just trying to cut the awkward tension between us.

"Toronto Canada."

I shakily spoke.

Through my pireferall vision, I could feel his eyes still on me as he scanned by body up and down just like he had done earlier.

"I know I'm pretty pale compared to my sister."

I blurted out letting my thoughts speak freely.

He was probablly thinking of Sam right now, and wondering how someone so pitifully pale, and hideously ugly could be related to someone so bronzed and beautiful.

"Oh i'm sorry that's not what I was thinking, I was just wondering why you're so interested in that tile floor!"

Ashton laughed whole-heartedly.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarassment as my eyes quickly sprang from the floor to meet Ashton's eyes within seconds.

His eyes were unreal.

The coolest green I had ever seen.

"Sorry. I'm kinda new at this whole talking to strangers thing."

I spoke hoarsely.

"What do you mean?"

Ashton questioned, glaring at me like I had four heads.

And then I knew I blew it.

Without fail, I blew it yet again, like I always managed to do.

Ashton thought I was a freak.

My life was over, I could go take to the streets and live in between the subway station, and beg for money with a old coffee mug.

Okay. I'm an over-thinker. It's second on my list of most-annoying-quirks-about-me but number one is definitely my awkwardness, and at a time like this, it was proving to be unbearable.

"I'm not all that outgoing actually, i'm pretty shy most of the time."

I spoke softly, in an almost whisper.

"I kinda figured that based on your lack of eye contact but hey, it's cool!"

It's cool?

No. Toronto climate was cool, not my total awkwardness and failed ability to form a normal conversation.

A small ringing noise sounded as the elevator came to a hault, and the metal door swiped to the side allowing for us to step out onto the second floor.

Thank god that was over.

The second floor had a lobby of it's own. It wasn't as elaborately decorated as the first floor lobby, but it had it's fair share of thanksgiving colored wallpaper, and ornate throw pillows on top of two small wooden foot rests at each end of the hall, that led up to a tall black door labeled 10B.