Call me, maybe

...He'd screw you than "screw you" and dip...

Walking back and forth waving on the idea of confessing all of was in her mind to someone. He decisions was clear it was going to be Peter or the guy next to he at work. Peter has seen her at worse and would understand if she went to him for advice. He was always so good at that. She knocked on the door and waited patiently for him to answer the door as she paced in front of his door. As the light hit Peters face the words poured out of Emmie's mouth,"Maybe it won't be as terrible as I imagined it. Seeing him and him being absolutely gorgeous and amazing and she's just me and boring and he'll never want to speak to me again. Or he's a blood thirsty killer who preys upon misdialed phone calls and draws the women in with his charming serial killer personality that is irresistible to women like me. Naive and tiny. I'd be easy to kidnap. Or maybe it'll be like kissing my brother. No connection what so ever than my only friendship is ruined?" She looked at her captive neighbors with a confused look while Peter stared blankly back with sleep still in his eyes.
"I don't know Emma, do you want to come inside and repeat that like a sane person after I have a cup of coffee?" As he rubbed his eyes longing for his long size bed that he didn't plan on leaving until his girlfriend returned at noon. Emmie now embarrassed that she had poured out he deepest fears in the hallway of her apartment building to he her ex boyfriend. "I think I better let you sleep. I'm gonna be late for work anyways." She said blushing realizing Peter was in his boxers still and wasn't quite awake enough to put that together himself or what was happening down there.
She found herself daydreaming about more than kissing Peter in that moment but it quickly passed as her anxiety returned regarding her predicament with Simon and her answer to the question she blindly encouraged him to ask caught up in her own childhood dreams of something so romantic and cute. Not realizing she was now obligated to give the man an answer. I guess it's true what her sister always said that her ditziness causes her to be carried away in situations where men are involved.
Headed to work traffic was horrible today she should have left earlier. Behind her she heard the honks of an impatient man determined that he's the most important in the world and he's the only one trying to go anywhere. He pulled into the lane beside of her she thought he was passing her and was screaming silently in her car at the asshole when she saw him waving at her. And motion for her to roll the window down, "hey, you?" Rockwell said as the inched forward in sync with each other. Emmie replied back unwillingly with "hey?"
"I wanna say sorry for yesterday I know I'm an ass and I heard so much about you and felt like I knew you and wanted to impress you I guess and make you smile. I'm sorry I made lunch awkward for you yesterday. I'll make it up to you another day if you want? I just can't stand the thought of someone as sweet as you hating me I feel like I've committed a crime or something."
Emmie stared blankly through his window to his deep brown eyes and was overwhelmed with confusion of who this person was because he a completely different person then he was yesterday. "It's ok I guess. But I'm not sure that'd be a good idea I don't think we'll get on very well." She said praying for traffic to suddenly start moving very fast only in her lane though.
"Why's that? I think we'd get along just fine if I'm not being an ass. Even than I think you must be very forgiving with a smile like that it'd be a sin for someone beautiful like an angel to not have the heart of one as well and show a guy who obviously trying to make a mends some mercy and go out with him just a friend thing. To prove that we work together. Strictly as friends though nothing more I promise." He said trying to hide his smile that was almost from ear to ear when she said yes and turned up the music.
The Thomas Rhett music echo over the freeway announcing to the other drivers that she was a red neck at heart while she could hear his words echo in her head about how beautiful she looked and how she knew he was no good and they were just lines that he used on every girl. She felt special that she caught his attention and maybe it was different because what guy wants to date his brother's ex. The whole situation was weird and had her on edge. But now she had someone else to distract her from thinking about Simon and maybe if things fell apart her heart wouldn't get broken. She decided that she would go out with Simon just to see if there was anything there and if not than there was Rockwell as repulsive his comment were at their first meeting she felt drawn to him even in that moment. Like her daddy issues had finally been activated by his flamboyant douchiness that could be smelt from the next room. He had that smell like he was gonna make you love him screw you than "screw you" and dip. But it was intoxicating and irresistible. She casually sniffed the air to see if she could smell his cologne lingering out his passenger window into her car.