When The Sun Goes Down

𝑓 𝑖 𝑓 𝑡 𝑒 𝑒 𝑛

HE WAS STILL A STRANGER.

Novaly

I closed the bathroom door on the face of a satisifed Ander. I didn't know what pushed me to accept, but something did and now there was no backing up. I pressed my hands on the counter and leaned forward to check myself in the mirror.

I looked a mess. The first thing that hit me was my face and hair, all messed up and stained by makeup. Grabbin a clothwash found in the small cupboard, I cleaned up the dried makeup and unknotted my hair with the help of my fingers.

The only thing left was to find some clothes, and for that, I had to go ask Ander, because there was obviously nothing in that small bathroom other than man stuff gathered there and there.

As soon as I opened the door, I got faced with nothing. Ander wasn't there anymore, Although the room still had the look like he'd been in there.

The chair he was sitting on earlier was a bit deplaced, few clothes were spread across the wodden floor and the sheets of Ander's bed had been deplaced and the bed was undone.

Looking down at my feet, I found clothes.

I've seen these somewhere, I just couldn't quite remember where. And who they belonged to. It was girl's clothes, obviously. A pair of tight jeans and a marine blue sweatshirt designed with a white collar underneath. I liked the style, so for once I dind't complained and passed on the fabric. A thought came to my mind hitting me like a cold breeze of winter windin the face.

Why did Ander had girl's clothes in his room?

He was still a stranger, so I didn't think it further and shaked my head slightly to clear my mind. The clothe fitted me well. After tiying my hair in a messy high bun I opened again the bathrrom door.

With a bit of reluctance, I also walked through the room's door, walking slower and slower as I noticed my surroundings.

I've been to Ander's twice, but never completly saw any other room than the bedroom. I took a long time to descend the flight of stairs leading to what looked like a living room.

Ander's room was lifted from the floor on a large mezzanine, and under it, a huge, probably the biggest I've seen, living room was empty of any frame or pictures or decorations. only one big television attached to the cream white wall, a grey carped laying on the floor in front of the huge white 'L' shaped sofa taking most of the place.

Thge wall next to the sofa was, similar to Ander's room, all windowed and showing the street outside. The back of the room lead to hat looked like a kitchen. I could only see the end of Ander's shoulder from where I was.

I, again, walked slower as I approched him.

come on Novaly, he won't bite you. Well, could he?

I followed the hallway to see Ander bended forward, his elbows resting on the kitchen counter. Ander's chin was rested on the crook of his hands.
Looking around the kitchen, I got breathtaken.

The kitchen working surface was designed in light marble, almost longer than my own appartment. Lily would've been amazed by this place, I smiled at the thought of my friend.The rest of the room was as amazing than the central counter, highly lightened by their omg sunlight.

Ander turned his head as he noticed me gazing around the clearly expensive room. He clenched his jaw, serious as he grabbed his usual brown denim coat.

"Ready?" Were his only words and I followed him to the car parked in the long driveway. I couldn't really recognize the place the house was located but something felt like we were still in Portland.

Ander headed to the passenger side of the car to open the door, waiting for me to get in.  He jogged around to get to his driver door and I waited for him to start the car.

Not long after we sped off Ander's house , we were already engaging to the highway to get to...to get to I didn't know were.

"Ander, where are you even planning to take me?"I asked a bit too harsh maybe, but his voice remained calm and mild as he answered.

"I don't have a clue, the first place you'll want to go then." As he finished, I turned my head sidway to glance at him. He did the same, wrinkling his left pierced brow. The small and delicate ring shined after the gesture.

His right hand was tight around the steering wheel, making manly veins appears on his wrists and arms.

Ander slid the window down and a breeze of the wind came in the car, messing the sandy blonde of his hair around his head.

I laid my head deeper in the seat and feel asleep, dazed by the engine groaning.

                                 ꧁꧂

By the time the sun was almost dawning, we had had ate at a nice restaurant and drove at least 30 miles from Ander's house and honestly I was starting to feel like he was driving me away to kill me.

I smiled at the thought, letting out a giggle.
I wished my little laugh wouldn't have caught the attention of the one beside me but it did.
His eyes were light blue again, definitely calmer.

"What?" His voice was low and grave, as if it was coming from his throat and I shrugged.

"Nothing," I saw that he was about to argue about my answer, But something really shiny even from far away caught my eye.

"What is this?" I asked, turning my head to my window and I felt my eyes go wider, like a child seeing his Christmas present Santa Claus brought him during the night. I pointed out at the buck of lights and figures farther in the night.

"This is Portland's amusement park," Ander stated as it all made sense. The figures were indeed looking like roller coasters lightened up.

Well, at least what I've seen from the movies.

I looked down at my thighs. "I've never been to an amusement park before," my voice was less toned as I would've wanted it to sound, more embarrassed than shy.

I heard a quiet groan coming from Ander's throat, as if he was containing a laugh. I looked at him in embarrassment and he got I wasn't joking.

Then, at my highest surprise, Ander turned the steering wheel to the right and, in a rushed turn, he took the next exit towards the Park.

"Then I guess we know what we'll do tonight Butterfly," Ander murmured at the same time he brushed a short smile at me.

Probably one of the first genuine smile I've ever seen on this guy.

Merry Christmas to everyone celebrating it. xx