Meeting You

2. Curiosity Killed The Cat

A/N "In that black sky.
way up high
I'd capture every moon and star
To show you they'll never be as perfect as you are."

DREW THOMSON

I look over towards Nicole, and she gives me a bright smile as she dances in the dark, with the bright blue and green lights evading her space.

The lights have a tint of blue and green, and when they shine on her, it's as if it was made for her.

She's dancing like she's the queen of everything.

Careless.

Happy.

I wish I could be like you, Blonde.

Careless and happy.

"You okay?" I hear her voice scream through the music.

I look at her, "I haven't drunk anything yet, you wanna get out of here?"

She looks at me, "What about Ryder? He said he was going to give us a ride," she blinks.

"I'll text him saying that I have you," I inform her.

She hesitates, but then slowly nods her head, "Okay, then let's go," her blue-green eyes stare at me as she grabs my hand.

She quickly drags me through the house, and all I can do is watch her walk, hand in hand with me.

I see several people watch us, but only a pair of certain green eyes catch me.

He raises an eyebrow, and I quickly shake my head.

I raise my hand and make an 'OK' sign, telling him that I have her handled.

Ryder simply nods his head.

When we reach outside, Nicole is barely standing anymore.

"Need help?" I raise an eyebrow.

She quickly shakes her head, "Just tired," she yawns.

"And you drank a lot," I clarify.

She rolls her eyes, "Thanks for the obvious," her voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Do you want a ride-" she cuts me off.

"You have a tattoo?" her eyes turn a dark blue.

I raise an eyebrow, "Yes, why?"

She looks at me, "It's beautiful," she whispers.

"Let's get you home-" I start to walk towards her, before she moves closers.

Her hand extends, and I freeze.

"Can I?" she's referring to touching the markings.

I slowly nod my head, gulping down my pride for a second.

Her hand touches my bicep and I tense up from the physical contact.

I look down at her, and her eyebrows are furrowed together, staring at the ink patterns.

"Why did you choose a lion?" she asks, slowly lifting her head.

Her hand is still on my arm as she asks this.

I give her an impassive look, "My mother," was my reply.

"What about her?" her voice was independent and strong.

I give her a look, "You need to get home."

She sighs, dropping her hand "It's techinically a dorm," she pauses, "But okay."