UNEXPECTED

Chapter 8

He walks into the room and sits down on a red couch as I walk instinctively to the other side of the room and lean my back against the red, velvet wall. Yeah, probably a bit overprotective but as if I walk straight to him and sit right on his lap.

I take a second to look around and realise that we are not even a small bedroom but a giant dressing room. The red LED lights are dimmed so that it is almost dark in here and there are three red velvet coaches placed in front of see-through wardrobes, which contain a hundred pairs of high heels.

He is sitting on the right velvet coach and is looking at the ceiling, his hands folded into each other.

"Do you love partying?" I whisper

"No, I actually don't." He shakes his head in disagreement, his adorable curls moving with him.

"Well uhm, remember the first time we met?" I tell him, trying to give him a hint and he looks up to me.

He lets out a small laugh. "Yeah, I was out there trying to find my little brother. He's a junior. Turns out he wasn't even there."

When I don't answer directly he just keeps staring at me for several seconds "And why were you there?"

"Uhm, long story"

"I have time"

"No you don't. You don't have time for shit. Trust me."

"Yes I have. 7 Minutes to be exact. Besides- " he makes a short pause. "If it has anything to do with you it can't be shit."

I feel my heart in my chest pounding a little faster.

He stands up and walks to me till he stands one meter away, having his hands in his jean pockets and looking right into my hazel brown eyes. He is kind of looking at me as if he was hungry as if he had the desire to kiss me but maybe that's only my imagination.

"Tell me."

I look at his black sneakers, his black pants, his long sleeve turtleneck and his opened jacket. All black. Just like me. I let out a small laugh and then continue slowly looking up till I reach his green eyes.

Damn, why does he have to look so good? Why does he look like the one I've waited for my whole life.

"I basically walked around the neighborhood at 2am, saw the party, went inside but then left right after ten minutes." I answer, still floating in the greenish ocean of his eyes.

"You walk around the neighborhood at 2am? He asks and I let out a sigh.

"Sleep issues."

"Why couldn't you sleep?" he asks and steps closer, leaning next to me to the velvet red wall.

"Unimportant" I answer and stare at his jawline.

"No. Tell me. Why couldn't you sleep?"

I cover my face with my hands, unintentionally showing off my red wine nails.

"Due to Anxiety. I couldn't sleep due to anxiety. It was the day before senior year. I guess I was just tired of moving around and always introducing myself as the new girl" I state. "It's stupid" I whisper in addition and it's clear that he heard it because he is literally only centimetres away.

"No it's not" he replies. "Well, as a matter of fact I think it's good that you moved here"

"Yeah? Why" I answer emotionless and turn my head away from him, taking a deep breath.
I am now standing with my face against the wall holding myself with my hands and leaning my forehead against the velvet fabric.
"Well," he waits a second as if he is overthinking wether to say it or not.

On the inside I'm thinking 'Shoot. Say whatever you want to say' but on the outside I just turn my head back to him and stare silently into his eyes.

He brushes through his curly hair again and puts his hands into his jean pockets.

"It may be possible that I have waited for someone like you my whole life" he just says as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Same back at you I think.

"You don't know me, though" I sigh.

"True but I would love to." He whispers within a second, not breaking the eye contact.

I look at his face and he looks so vulnerable, so honest.

I know that he cannot see my reddish cheeks because literally the whole room is blinded in a reddish light but I feel like he can hear my heart pounding.

"Why" I ask carefully.

"I just like you."
"Like I have never liked anyone before" He adds. "Is that so hard to believe?" He laughs with his teeth.

Well yes it is.
I can't help it but disagree.

"Yes, it is. It is hard to believe." it escapes my lips and he moves his hand to my chin and moves my head up so that his face is only centimetres away from mine. I can smell his kind of rosy perfume, he smells so good.

"Is it really?" He exhales.

Is this the first kiss moment?
Is this the moment you will never ever forget, because duh, no one forgets their first kiss with a guy.

I guess so because I put my hand onto his chin and lean closer to plant a kiss on his lips.

He did not seem to expect this and backs up after our lips meet, so that there are only two pairs of eyes intensively staring into each other, two bodies only being millimetres away.

He checks my eyes for a second as if to make sure that I really want this, and am not drunk or something, and I wanna scream 'No I'm not drunk and hell yes I want this' but right in that moment he kisses me hardly back.

I pull my hand around his neck, letting it wander into his curls and continue kissing him while he grabs my waist and pushes me onto the soft wall.

It feels good.
It does, it feels good.

That's all I can think about. My straightened hair, which is tucked behind my ear falls into my face but I dont care, the only person I care about is standing right in front of me, breathing heavily.