For the First Time
CHRISTINE DAY
As I turned the corner, I shook my head. That man was so strange. His music almost coincidental. When I had turned to look back at him, his aura made me feel ill. Yet, somehow, the slow saws of his strings was like a haunting requiem of my recent past. Trying to clear my head, I began to head to Meg's apartment. Hopefully she's there, I thought
She swung open the door and hugged me as if we had been seperated for months.
"Where have you been, Chris? And WHAT exactly are you doing here at this hour? I was wondering if that producer dude kidnapped you!"
The time... I glanced at my watch. I'd be damned if it wasn't almost two o'clock.
"I lost track of time, my bad."
"Eh, no big deal!"
I was shocked I had not noticed.
"Thanks, Meg. And no, he did not kidnap me," I laughed. "It's cold, get in here! Come on, you can spend thes night," Meg chimed as she ushered me in, shutting the door before the night let the cold in.
"So, what he'd keep you so long for, since it' obvious you weren't held hostage by him," Meg questioned eagerly, making a cup of hot chocolate. "Not... Not a lot," I shrugged, not daring to speak the truth.
"Have some in depth conversations?"
"Oh my God, no! I saw that smirk! Just, no, girl!"
"I knew that'd get a rise out of you, Chris!
Meg is notorious for that devious sense of humor. But as much better off the night would've been with that, she was so far off; I was't about to share.
I was going through my purse and realized my apartment key was gone. SHIT, I said to myself. But that was the lat of my worries and troubles now. How was I going to explain this night without Meg going A-wall? She's my best friend, but what would become of us if she knew?
"Sooooo, how was your night with him?" Meg asked eagerly, sitting on the foot of her bed. I swear, if my heart could sink any lower, it'd be trying to crawl under my foot so I'd step on it.