A/N- Sorry the last chapter completely sucks and stuff but here we go; chapter 2! I just wanted to say that the song that gave me the idea for this story is; Sleeping with Sirens – If I'm James Dean you're Aubrey Hepburn. Y'know, encase you wanted something to listen to idek.
"Yep. This is definitely the right place." Adam says while staring hard at the directions on my iphone.
He had taken over the phone after we spent 10 minutes completely lost because of my own lack of sense of direction. Everything from getting off the plane has been an exciting blur. Almost everywhere here is busy and crowded, but in front of this tall building of flats, it wasn't so bad.
Staring up at the tall building and my mind becomes flooded with thoughts. This was my new home, where my new neighbours live, who share the same view of this city, which, is completely new to me. Will my new neighbours be nice? Will I like it here? Will it ever feel like home?
"Hel-loooo?" Adam says, waving a hand in front of my face to pull me back into reality.
"hm? Oh, what?" I reply finally leaving my thoughts turning to look at Adam, confused.
"Are we going in to your new flat or not?" He chuckles.
I nod with a wide smile spreading across my face. The excitement starts to buzz around my body like a swarm of bees.
"Well, come on then!" He nudges my arm playfully, letting out a small giggle.
We practically run to the elevator (there is no way we would take the stairs, we are not fit enough for that much exercise). When we reach the correct floor, we hurriedly walk over to the front door. I reach into my pocket, searching for the key, I bring it out, hand slightly trembling with excitement and unlock the door. The place is perfect, not too big but not too small. It is a pre-furnished flat so everything is already here, but there are a few boxes of things I had sent over sitting in the hallway. I chew on my bottom lip and look around the place; it doesn't feel like home yet.
Adam and I spent the rest of the evening unpacking and getting the place in order. We decided to just order take-out food because neither of us were in the mood to even attempt to cook anything, not like we have the ingredients or the skills anyway.
"Okay, thanks!" Adam says as he hangs up the phone "The pizza will be here soon. Now, we've been here unpacking all day and we still haven't done the most important thing!"
"And what might that be?"
"Set up the internet connection!" He says, throwing his arms in the air. We both laugh.
"I can't believe we have nearly survived a whole day without the internet!" I reply, shaking my head in disbelief "The landlord said he already has a router here, in the living room I think, but we need to ring the number on the back to activate it."
"I'm on it!" Adam spins on his heels, phone in hand, and runs to the living room. Oh Adam, what are you like? I chuckle inwardly.
I realise that I have already unpacked all of my boxes, and now, I am at loss of what to do with myself. The food won't be here for another while and the internet probably won't be working until tomorrow, which is a bummer. A cup of tea. That's what I need. A nice, hot, cup of tea to sit down and relax with after all the hard work. Problem is, I don't have any of the things needed to make a cup of tea apart from the utensils. I don't have anything else edible in the flat either. Deciding I better go get a few supplies, for breakfast at least. 9:28pm. Hm. I hope the little shop around the corner that we passed earlier is still open.
"Hey Adam, I'm just going to go get some milk and stuff, would that shop round the corner still be open?"
"uhhm…" Adam say checking his watch, while holding the phone away from his mouth, so the people on the other side don't get confused "yeah, probably."
"Okay, I won't be long."
He nods, returning to his phone conversation with the internet people.
I grab a thin jacket, my purse and key and leave the apartment.
A cool breeze swarms over me as I step outside, making me pull on my jacket. Even though it is mid-June, summer nights can be quite chilly anywhere in the UK. The sky is still pretty bright and the sun is beginning to set, turning the sky slowly into a beautiful orangey/pink colour. I dander round to the small shop on the corner of the next street.
I give myself an inner high five as I see the shop is still open. As I walk into the shop, a small bell signals my arrival as the door opens. Being a Sunday night most of the items need to be restocked on the shelve, but I suppose that will be done in the morning. I only get a few things (I will order the rest from tesco online tomorrow) bread, teabags, coffee, some country crisp cereal, and butter. All I need to get now is milk. I walk around to the milk section, mind wondering in a world of my own. Like usual. I reach out for the last carton of whole milk on the shelf. But instead of my hand meeting the cold plastic of the carton, it meets someone's cold hand.
I pull my hand back, snapping out of my normally constant daydream. I look up at the stranger who the hand belongs too. My eyes meet a pair of beautiful bright blue ones.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He says, slightly blushing.
He is a tall guy about 6ft 1? maybe more, with pale skin contrasting of black hair which complements his blue eyes. He holds out carton of milk to me, still blushing with a small lopsided smile on his face.
"N-no it's fine." I say, which makes him look a bit shocked by my response. I can tell he is as socially awkward as me.
"You can take it." He says, raising his eyebrows, holding the milk out closer to me.
"Oh, um, no. You got it first, but thanks."
He starts to protest, but being the awkward turnip that I am, I turn away and lift one of the "1% fat" cartons of milk from the other shelf, and walk away. I should be drinking this one anyway.
At the cash register, the handsome stranger stood behind me in the queue. As I gathered the bags of groceries and turned to exit the shop, I nearly ran straight into him as he approached the check out.
"Sorry." I manage, biting my lower lip.
He just smiles, blushing again. I quickly walk out of the shop heading back to the apartment, again, also blushing.
Wow.
Upon returning to the flat, I see that the food has already arrived and is sitting on the kitchen counter. Adam appears and helps me put the groceries away and set out dinner. We eat dinner, in the livingroom, spread out on the sofa's, talking about everything and anything (like usual). After watchong about 5 episodes of Doctor Who Re-runs, we decide to hit the hay with an early night at 1:45am (we are nocturnal).
As I lie in bed I realise that I am never going to see that handsome stranger from the little shop ever again and I was too awkward to even ask him his name, and now I'll never know it.
Curse my awkwardness.
