can’t say
them to her.
I glance at my watch. If I
wanted, I could stay here talking to Brooklyn for at least another hour. But
what’s the point?
“Shit,” I mutter, and I
can’t believe I’m about to deal with things this way. Like a fucking pussy.
“I’ve gotta get to work, we’re expecting an early delivery of some parts.”
“Okay.” The softest
upturning pulls at the corners of her mouth.
She sounded so damn sweet.
I almost wish I could be the
kind of guy she deserves.
It doesn’t help that she’s
been so relaxed with me today.
After I get the check, we
head for the door. I pull it open and wait for Brooklyn to step outside. She
turns to me and I tell her, “I’m gonna call you later.”
“Sure. See you.” Turning
away, she starts walking up the street.
I cross the intersection
quicker than I usually would, before Brooklyn Scott realizes one major detail
in our exchange just then.
Ten:
Brooklyn
After pressing ‘send’ for a text message to my
brother, I get into bed and pull my duvet up to my neck. For a few moments, I
listen to the sound of nothing throughout the apartment. Kayla and Leona are
both in their rooms, probably sleeping if going by the silence.
I try not to think, but fail
miserably.
When my brother’s first text
came through, about twenty minutes ago, I stupidly got excited, because I thought
it would be Dane. I don’t know why I concluded that; he didn’t say anything
about texting me.
He said he’d call me.
Then I realized one
fundamental fact.
He doesn’t even have my
number.
If he’d somehow managed to
get it, I’m sure he’d have called by now – it’s after midnight.
Message received loud and
clear.
I can’t believe I ignored
Kayla and gave him a chance, only for him to treat me like this. The least he
could’ve done is tell me he didn’t want to see me again. I’d have been
disappointed either way, but just leaving it like this is humiliating.
To make matters worse, I
allowed him to take up almost all of my thoughts since we said goodbye on the
street. I reflected on all the things I’ve learnt about him, and became excited
by the prospect of discovering so much more. He’s literally been with me all
day. I’m embarrassed to say that I walked away from him feeling like I was
floating. I can’t remember ever experiencing anything like that before, and
it’s been a long time since I felt a deeper kind of good. I’m even more
embarrassed to say that I appreciated sharing just that one snippet of his day
with him.
How foolish am I?
Reaching for the light on my bedside table, I turn it
off and hide my stupid self in the dark.
****
I awake to the clock on my bedside table displaying
the time 06:03 in a neon green light that right now stands out too much in the
darkness of my room. If it wasn’t for those four digits I’d still think it was
the middle of the night, thanks to my thick curtains shielding so effectively
against the outside world. Turning away from those unwelcome digits, I pull my
duvet over my head and squeeze my eyes shut.
Minutes later, I’m still
here and even more alert. Two mornings I’ve been pulled from my sleep to meet
up with that prick and on day three it happens naturally, like I’m supposed to
be up getting ready to go to the Purple Cafe.
After a few more minutes, I
grumble to myself knowing I’m too awake now. I know exactly what will happen if
I stay here like this – I’ll waste my thoughts on someone who isn’t worth it.
Departing from my warm,
comfy bed, I pull on my fluffy yellow robe and thick cream socks and make my
way to the living room. It’s around sunrise, so there’s some light, no need for
an additional source. After turning on the TV, I scan the channels and stop on
a music station. I sit on the sofa and watch the current video whilst trying to
decide between having a coffee and waiting a little while before going back to
bed.
The creaking of an opening
door grabs my attention. I’m not
them to her.
I glance at my watch. If I
wanted, I could stay here talking to Brooklyn for at least another hour. But
what’s the point?
“Shit,” I mutter, and I
can’t believe I’m about to deal with things this way. Like a fucking pussy.
“I’ve gotta get to work, we’re expecting an early delivery of some parts.”
“Okay.” The softest
upturning pulls at the corners of her mouth.
She sounded so damn sweet.
I almost wish I could be the
kind of guy she deserves.
It doesn’t help that she’s
been so relaxed with me today.
After I get the check, we
head for the door. I pull it open and wait for Brooklyn to step outside. She
turns to me and I tell her, “I’m gonna call you later.”
“Sure. See you.” Turning
away, she starts walking up the street.
I cross the intersection
quicker than I usually would, before Brooklyn Scott realizes one major detail
in our exchange just then.
Ten:
Brooklyn
After pressing ‘send’ for a text message to my
brother, I get into bed and pull my duvet up to my neck. For a few moments, I
listen to the sound of nothing throughout the apartment. Kayla and Leona are
both in their rooms, probably sleeping if going by the silence.
I try not to think, but fail
miserably.
When my brother’s first text
came through, about twenty minutes ago, I stupidly got excited, because I thought
it would be Dane. I don’t know why I concluded that; he didn’t say anything
about texting me.
He said he’d call me.
Then I realized one
fundamental fact.
He doesn’t even have my
number.
If he’d somehow managed to
get it, I’m sure he’d have called by now – it’s after midnight.
Message received loud and
clear.
I can’t believe I ignored
Kayla and gave him a chance, only for him to treat me like this. The least he
could’ve done is tell me he didn’t want to see me again. I’d have been
disappointed either way, but just leaving it like this is humiliating.
To make matters worse, I
allowed him to take up almost all of my thoughts since we said goodbye on the
street. I reflected on all the things I’ve learnt about him, and became excited
by the prospect of discovering so much more. He’s literally been with me all
day. I’m embarrassed to say that I walked away from him feeling like I was
floating. I can’t remember ever experiencing anything like that before, and
it’s been a long time since I felt a deeper kind of good. I’m even more
embarrassed to say that I appreciated sharing just that one snippet of his day
with him.
How foolish am I?
Reaching for the light on my bedside table, I turn it
off and hide my stupid self in the dark.
****
I awake to the clock on my bedside table displaying
the time 06:03 in a neon green light that right now stands out too much in the
darkness of my room. If it wasn’t for those four digits I’d still think it was
the middle of the night, thanks to my thick curtains shielding so effectively
against the outside world. Turning away from those unwelcome digits, I pull my
duvet over my head and squeeze my eyes shut.
Minutes later, I’m still
here and even more alert. Two mornings I’ve been pulled from my sleep to meet
up with that prick and on day three it happens naturally, like I’m supposed to
be up getting ready to go to the Purple Cafe.
After a few more minutes, I
grumble to myself knowing I’m too awake now. I know exactly what will happen if
I stay here like this – I’ll waste my thoughts on someone who isn’t worth it.
Departing from my warm,
comfy bed, I pull on my fluffy yellow robe and thick cream socks and make my
way to the living room. It’s around sunrise, so there’s some light, no need for
an additional source. After turning on the TV, I scan the channels and stop on
a music station. I sit on the sofa and watch the current video whilst trying to
decide between having a coffee and waiting a little while before going back to
bed.
The creaking of an opening
door grabs my attention. I’m not
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