Forevermore (On Hold)

10. And We Meet Again

Chapter 9

He disappears in a blink of an eye as the door shuts close.

---

I stand still, my body freezes and I'm not sure whether it's because of the cold air around me or because of what I see.

"Are you, are you," I say haltingly. "Daniel?"

A smile is curved on his face, he looks at the marble floor, then at me. "You remember me, then."

"Of course I do!" I say, my eyes light up. I throw my arms around him as he welcomes my hug.

I let him go and look at him for a brief moment. "Gosh, look at you." I say, clenching my jaw. "Puberty totally hits you!"

"You're hilarious," we both laugh. "How long has it been? Three years? Four years?" He asks, wondering.

"Five years, to be exact." I correct him. "I can't believe we met again."

"I know," he cocks his head. "So what are you doing here? Following me?"

"No, dude." I shake my head and mutter silently. "Be realistic please,"

"I am," he smirks. "Why wouldn't you follow me, I mean. I'm good-looking, tall, smart, and else." He says, boasting about himself.

"Gross." I laugh, hurting my own stomach. Realizing it's because either I've been laughing too hard and also I haven't eaten anything but two small-and-decorated-with-icing cupcakes, which were, let me tell you, probably the best cupcakes I've ever eaten,
I stop laughing. "I moved here."

"Really? Alone?" His eyes widened as he raises his eyebrows. "You won't survive."

"Yes, I'm alone." I confirm in a straight tone. "And you don't have to be so damn rude!" I push his broad chest under the white Simon Cowell-ish T-shirt he's wearing.

"You're shorter than me," he says, as if he's trying to remind me.

"Then?"

"You can't give me orders, because I'm not accepting your orders." He nods to himself, proud of his statement.

"Seriously, Daniel?" I put on my what-the-hell face. "Oh, how I regret bumping to you here." Of course I'm joking, duh.

"Ah," he hugs me once more. "I'm glad to see you again."

"Me too," I widen my smile. "So I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." He lets go my tiny body. "Can I have your number or something?"

"I'm actually going to buy a SIM card for my iPhone," I explain. "I'm still using my old card, and it's expensive."

"No problem." He shrugs. "I'll follow you."

"Oh, follower alert." I tease him.

"Shut up." He says in a loud, cheerful voice.

I get into the store and head immediately to the cashier, there's a boy behind the counter. Probably two or three years older than me.

"Um," I say, not swiftly. "Where's the cat food?"

"Cat food?" He asks me, as if he didn't hear me clearly. He points at the last line of metal racks. "There."

"Thanks." I say.

Without wasting any time, I make my way fast and smoothly to the shelves.
Now in front of me are stacks of canned cat food. Like, a lot of stacks.

Now, which one?

I ask myself, I should've asked Adrienne before I left. Except, she doesn't speak human fluently.