“No Maria, I actually don’t want to go!” I said.
Although a lie. It was necessary, I couldn’t go out with Jesse.
Both of us were in our big bathroom with two sinks and a huge mirror. The bathroom was what connected both of our master bedrooms.
Maria was getting ready, she was wearing mini shorts and a plain tee that showed her cleavage. Her signature outfit. She had curly brown hair that she tied up in a high pony tail. It matched perfectly with her Spanish Carmel skin color.
I, on the other hand was refusing to get ready. I couldn’t……just COULDN’T let Jesse or Zac get the wrong message. Especially Zac. I have ruined it with him once and am not about to do it again. Jesse was…..mouth watering…and I didn’t even know him yet!
I was in the same clothes I was wearing since morning and wasn’t about to get changed for a dinner out.
“Laura, I can tell when your lying!” Maria sighed as she stopped putting mascara on and looked at me through the mirror.
“Who said I was lying?!” Even I knew I sounded defensive “I just don’t want to eat out when there is lovely food inside”
Maria sighed and went out of the bathroom and in to my room. I heard my closet click open and some shuffling around.
Maria then came back with some skinny jeans and a tank top from Hollister.
The tank top was red and it matched the lipstick that she placed on top of the jeans.
“Stop moaning. Get dressed. I will meet you in the kitchen in 10 minutes.” Maria said looking serious.
“But-” I was about to argue but Maria cut me off “THATS AN ORDER MISSY!”
She walked out of the bathroom and stopped and looked back at me “I am doing this because I love you”she said sarcastically, she then laughed and blew me a k***.
~10 minutes later~
The tank top was showing my cleavage waaaaay to much.
Although I had to admit it fit my body snugly and my red lips made my figure look very s**y.
It was the perfect outfit.
Just. Not. For. Tonight.
My dark brown hair was all over the place so I combed it and separated it so that it was just (but not quite) covering my VERY open chest. I decided to wear black converse sneakers just because they were comfy.
“LAURA JONES, YOU BETTER NOT STILL BE SULKING…OR GOD HELP ME,I WILL COME UP THERE AND SHOW YOU WHAT I LEARNT FROM THAT AWFUL KARATE CLASS MY MOM MADE ME TAKE WHEN I WAS 12” Maria shouted from the kitchen.
I snickered a bit and replied “MARIA DE LA FUENTE, THE ONLY THING YOU WIL BE ABLE TO SHOW ME IS HOW TO MAKE PAPER CRANES”
I heard her mutter something in Spanish.
I walked down the staircase and see Maria smiling.
We walk out the apartment together and Maria locks the door.
I walk down the corridor for about 10 seconds and then I reach his door.
I tell myself that I love Zac and I would do anything for him.
Someone (who I suppose is ‘Charlie’) opens the door and has a wide grin on his face. He looks at Maria and then his innocent grin turns in to a mischievous smirk. He has blonde hair that is not as messy as Jesse’s but is long and meets his eyes. He is wearing a black tee that has some Chinese writing on it and long denim jeans that match his blue eyes.
There is music blaring from the inside of their house.
“Hey…I’m Maria and this is my best friend/ roommate Laura.” Maria says almost blushing
I awkwardly say “hi”
“I’m Charlie and that is my dickhead friend/roommate Jesse” he says pointing to someone inside whom I can’t see considering Maria is blocking the view.
“Another British accent?” Maria asked although I could tell she liked it.
“Yeah, we just moved here from London. We are going to ‘all states college’ now.”He says”
Shame, we go to the one just off that street” Maria said.
Charlie walked in and left the door open and said “après vous s’il vous plaît”
Maria giggled and whispered to me before going in “I want this one”
I rolled my eyes and went inside.
The flat was filled with sealed and open cardboard boxes.
There were all labelled and I noticed weird titles like:-Memories- J’s shit- Posters-Beer and Tea
And the guitar I saw in the absolute corner of the room made my heart flip.
They had a sort of way with me.
Zac doesn’t play the guitar. But I don’t mind.
Ever since I was a baby my father used to play me guitar songs and I used to fall in love with the way the sound comes out.
Please tell me it was Charlie’s or someone else’s other than Jesse’s.
I walked to that corner of the room and stared at the guitar.
So I asked “whose guitar is that?”
“Why, do you play?” Jesse asked behind me
“No, just wondered…” I said not turning around.
“It’s Mine, I used to play but then I stopped.
“Fuck. Well at least it wasn’t half bad. At least he doesn’t play now. “Why did you stop?” Maria asked him.
“Ran out of inspiration I guess….” He answered
I turned around and looked at Jesse.
He was still wearing his long paige coat and jeans and a unpressed plain tee.
His hair was a light brown and was very messy.
He ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip.
He looked at my face, then my lips, my neck, my chest, my stomach, my legs and then down to my feet.
He smirked “Nice shoes”
I was on fire. My hands shaking and my heart melting into a puddle.
“Thanks”I replied biting my lip
We started walking towards the door and heading outside the building. Maria gave our key to the guard and so did Charlie.
“So, I’m am absolutely starving,where are we planning on eating?” Charlie asked.
“Well, there’s a pizza parlor down the street that we could go to” Maria said.
“Yeah I’m good with that..” Charlie said.
We were out of the building and on the road heading to the parlor.
Charlie and Maria walked ahead of Jesse and me.
This was awkward.
“So, did you go grow up in London?” I asked
“Nah, I lived in Huddersfield up till about 10 and then my parents split and I had to go live with my dad in London.” He said kicking a rock that was on the road.
“You didn’t…I mean….thank you for sharing that….you didn’t have to” I said looking up at him and giving him a warm smile.
“How about you, you lived here all your life” he said sighing at the word ‘here’
“No and yes….I guess you could say it’s complicated” I replied
“But complications, my love are what makes our life interesting” he said chin high, he then looked at me ” I read that in a bar bathroom. No joke, it was scribed on the wall”
I laughed ” And you can never EVER disagree with a bathroom wall”
He laughed and looked up at me beaming ” anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful smile.” He said looking at me
Zac. But I don’t tell him this.
” wow. That must be the upmost compliment I have ever gotten from a stranger so far.. You deserve a certificate for your kindness great sir.” I say mocking him in a British accent
“Stranger humph….now I’m offended. I’ve know you for the past….what like three hours. ”
“Three hours…..that’s not an awful amount of time before you can compliment someone.” I say
“Laura. You can do anything and everything in three hours. You could see the whole world in three hours” he said looking at me smiling
“I thought that took 80 days” I said lightening the mood.
“Well….., you could …..meet a person that means the whole world to you..”
He said looking in to my eyes.