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reading and relaxing with a nice cup of tea or maybe ten, and most likely take a long, hot bath,” she explained in a rush. She could talk so damn fast that it took me several moments for the total sentence to catch up with my brain synapses. Then I waited. Obviously, that wasn’t her entire weekend.
I waited to listen to her real plans for the night. Would she head to Cambridge or Downtown to party? Would she try out a certain restaurant with a friend? Surely Ireland didn’t have all that Boston had to offer in the food department. After long quiet moments, I was still waiting.
“So what will you do the rest of the weekend?” She finally asked.
“Wait. That is really all you are doing this weekend? Tea, a bath, and a book? You do realize you are living in one of the most bad ass cities in America, right?” I asked, basically stunned.
“I know but I am not here for any of that. I came for work. My da needs me to make the money for our life. America pays better and the school I attend will see it as a completion for one of our levels.”
Money. She was here to work. Aoife was so young and yet her mindset was that of someone much older than me. She had to take care of what?
“Why doesn’t your father pay for his own life?”
She shrugged and clearly didn’t understand my question.
“Do you still live with your parents?” I probed, trying to get her to say something. Anything. A glimpse into the life as Aoife Flanagan from Ireland.
“Yes, it is very common for girls my age to still live with their parents. My mam died when I was ten years and so it has just been me and my da, you know – my family.”
“I am so sorry,” I soothed as I moved into kiss her forehead. She quickly breathed me in and her arms immediately came up around my neck. She was clearly suffocating me but there was a need – a pull that she craved just from my asking her about her life. Was I part of her life now? Why did I even care so much about this girl?
“Sean?” She asked as she snuggled her face into my upper chest.
“Aoife?” I asked against her temple.
“I don't want to talk about life at home. I'm just me. I don't like…I don't party like I said earlier. I’m not a big people person. I've been there, done that and that’s okay by me,” she explained as I felt her shrug. “But I think, well, I know that I am that loneliest when I am in a crowded room of people. That probably doesn’t make any sense.”
I thought about what she said. I knew that feeling. I felt the same way when I was at a party one night – the night of Lizzie and Nick’s wedding. There were so many hot girls, so much drugs and booze. Everything I could ever want was right there and I remember just sitting on the couch with the same beer in my hand the entire night. Girl after girl tried to wake my spirit up by sitting on my lap. When I didn’t respond to their come-ons, they moved on. I was so lonely because I needed her. I think that was the first time I didn’t enjoy a party up until last night. I thoroughly enjoyed this morning and being with Aoife.
“Are you lonely now, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.
She shook her head and I smoothed her curly locks down to her head, watching them spring back up into action as I continued to try. It became a little game. Her curls were just as stubborn as I knew she was. It made me smile despite the subject at the moment.
“Do you want to come home with me this weekend?”
Her arms tightened more, if that was possible, and she squealed into my chest.
“Was that a yes?” I laughed.
“You don’t mind?” she asked, retreating so not to show her reddened face.
“Mind? I want to kiss and hold on to you all day long. Let’s just go do it in a bigger bed.” I grabbed her back into me.
Her laugh was unlike anything I had ever heard. She tried to keep it in by holding her hand over her mouth but when I pulled her fingers away from her face, I became saturated by her entire demeanor.
I waited to listen to her real plans for the night. Would she head to Cambridge or Downtown to party? Would she try out a certain restaurant with a friend? Surely Ireland didn’t have all that Boston had to offer in the food department. After long quiet moments, I was still waiting.
“So what will you do the rest of the weekend?” She finally asked.
“Wait. That is really all you are doing this weekend? Tea, a bath, and a book? You do realize you are living in one of the most bad ass cities in America, right?” I asked, basically stunned.
“I know but I am not here for any of that. I came for work. My da needs me to make the money for our life. America pays better and the school I attend will see it as a completion for one of our levels.”
Money. She was here to work. Aoife was so young and yet her mindset was that of someone much older than me. She had to take care of what?
“Why doesn’t your father pay for his own life?”
She shrugged and clearly didn’t understand my question.
“Do you still live with your parents?” I probed, trying to get her to say something. Anything. A glimpse into the life as Aoife Flanagan from Ireland.
“Yes, it is very common for girls my age to still live with their parents. My mam died when I was ten years and so it has just been me and my da, you know – my family.”
“I am so sorry,” I soothed as I moved into kiss her forehead. She quickly breathed me in and her arms immediately came up around my neck. She was clearly suffocating me but there was a need – a pull that she craved just from my asking her about her life. Was I part of her life now? Why did I even care so much about this girl?
“Sean?” She asked as she snuggled her face into my upper chest.
“Aoife?” I asked against her temple.
“I don't want to talk about life at home. I'm just me. I don't like…I don't party like I said earlier. I’m not a big people person. I've been there, done that and that’s okay by me,” she explained as I felt her shrug. “But I think, well, I know that I am that loneliest when I am in a crowded room of people. That probably doesn’t make any sense.”
I thought about what she said. I knew that feeling. I felt the same way when I was at a party one night – the night of Lizzie and Nick’s wedding. There were so many hot girls, so much drugs and booze. Everything I could ever want was right there and I remember just sitting on the couch with the same beer in my hand the entire night. Girl after girl tried to wake my spirit up by sitting on my lap. When I didn’t respond to their come-ons, they moved on. I was so lonely because I needed her. I think that was the first time I didn’t enjoy a party up until last night. I thoroughly enjoyed this morning and being with Aoife.
“Are you lonely now, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.
She shook her head and I smoothed her curly locks down to her head, watching them spring back up into action as I continued to try. It became a little game. Her curls were just as stubborn as I knew she was. It made me smile despite the subject at the moment.
“Do you want to come home with me this weekend?”
Her arms tightened more, if that was possible, and she squealed into my chest.
“Was that a yes?” I laughed.
“You don’t mind?” she asked, retreating so not to show her reddened face.
“Mind? I want to kiss and hold on to you all day long. Let’s just go do it in a bigger bed.” I grabbed her back into me.
Her laugh was unlike anything I had ever heard. She tried to keep it in by holding her hand over her mouth but when I pulled her fingers away from her face, I became saturated by her entire demeanor.
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