Tomas's POV-
I stole yet another glance at my pocket watch; it was only 1:45. I tucked it back into my pocket, and paced around the room again.
Otis eyed me warily from the couch, "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Otis?" I snapped. I didn't mean to. I was just so nervous.
Otis smirked, "Well somebody's got their little British knickers in a twist." For some strange reason, he loved mocking my accent.
I stuck my tongue out at him, "Be quiet, you cheeky sod. I'm just tired, is all."
"Then go lie down or something. If you're tired, then go to bed. Don't stand about the living room all day."
"I'll do what I please. Can you just leave me alone?"
I sighed and rubbed my temples with the heels of my hands. My head felt as if it were going to spilt open any second.
"Fine," Otis got up and walked into his bedroom.
I sighed again and pulled out my watch again. 1:53. Time to go see Mellina.
"Otis I'm going out." I called.
"Where? Can I come?"
"No! Go get a life!"
"I don't want to!" Otis whined.
"Well go stalk somebody else for once, I'm going out and no, you can't come this time!"
I walked out the front door of our cramped apartment before my brother could say anything else.
Mellina's POV-
Honestly, I was nervous. Very nervous. I left the studio ten minutes early so I could be home before two. I had specks of paint dried to my face and clothes. You couldn't even see the skin on my hands anymore. I ran up the stairs to my apartment, and opened up the door quickly. I ran to the bathroom and started scrubbing. Finally, when all the paint was washed from my body, I ran to my bedroom to pick out some clothes.
I settled on black jeans and a soft yellow T-shirt. I slipped on my favourite shoes, worn brown sandals.
I fixed my hair, re-did my makeup, and I was finally ready to go.
I sat on the couch for a few minutes, until the clock in the kitchen chimed, announcing the time. It was two o'clock. Not ten seconds later, the buzzer from downstairs rang. I practically flew across the room to answer, "Hello?"
"Mellina? It's Tomas. Am- am I too early?"
I smiled, "No of course not. Right on time. I'll be right down."
I grabbed my purse and ran out the door.
Two hours later
"Well that was fun," I said.
Tomas smiled back, "Yes, it was. I enjoyed it."
"Good. Well, thanks a lot, Tomas."
I didn't want this night to end, I wanted everything to pause right here, to never move on.
"No, thank you." He bent down and kissed the top of my hand.
My smiled widened, "For what?"
He thought about his answer for a moment before responding, "For everything. I must leave now. When can I see you again?"
"Tomorrow? You can come over, and we can do dinner or something?"
"Tomorrow it is." He smiled again. "Cheerio, my dear."
"Bye…"
Ten minutes later
"Nelly!"
"Mellina?"
I jumped up and down on my bed, the phone nearly slipping from my fingers, "You won't believe the guy I met!"
"Ohhh what's he like? Tell me everything! Now! Come on, hurry up!"
"Well…" I told her everything about Tomas, how we met and what we did.
"Ohmigod! I can't wait to meet him! I do get to meet him, right? Does he have a brother? Can I meet him!" Nelly gushed.
"Yes, of course you can meet him. And yes, he does have a brother!"
"Ahh!"
"I know! Okay, I have to go. I left work early, so I have to finish some stuff up for tomorrow. I'll call you later, all right?" I said, out of breath from the jumping.
"All right. Promise! Don't forget, okay?"
"All right. Love you, hon!"
"Love you, dear. Bye."
I hung up and collapsed on my bed. I smiled. Tomas was about to change my life. In more ways than I could even imagine.
