I found myself heading towards the Eastern side of London past town square in a taxi. It was supposed to be a quiet little neighborhood, no loud neighbors hopefully. If there was anything I hated more than insects and loud bitchy ladies, it was a loud neighborhood. Trust me, I've been there. And it's really annoying when you have neghbors who party at three in the morning with no cause what so ever.
Charlie hadn't really reacted to my hug. I think he might've been rather shocked. I'm not sure, I've never been any good at reading emotions. On guys especially. But, he walked away with a rigid stature and a stoic face. I've never seen someone so... appalled. I'm not even sure that I'm using the correct word here. Charlie, with his mop of hazel hair that I could only wish that was its former red colour was completely rejecting me.
Not that we'd ever been in a relationship or anything of the sort in the first place. I love Doctor Who, and I imagined him as my Doctor. Specifically Matt Smith as the eleventh, because you have to admit that he's one bloody handsome devil. I'm sorry, getting off track here. Basically, I have fallen in love at first sight.
In a typical sense, it wouldn't have been at first sight, more like...love at I.R.L. sight. I'm not even sure what I"m rambling about anymore! He's out of my league. A YouTube star...I'm just a normal person who came from the land of America which people all over the world believe that it's some paradise. It's not.
No...America isn't a paradise. I was born there, indefinitely, but hardships take place everywhere and anywhere. I hate that the laws of physics and fate have to screw us human beings over like that.
Charlie...are you going to become my Doctor and save me? I beg you so.
...TARDIS...
I woke up the next morning, only to find a certain...mess in my bed. Great, just what the hell had I đreamt about last night? I forced down a blush as the memories resurfaced. Charlie. Me. In a bed. All alone. Romance definitely included. Why did I ever read those Fanfictions marked M and Lemon? They only fueled my...naughty dreams.
I'm not going to go into detail. This isn't the right time. Anyhow, as I turned on my charged iPhone, Good Life by OneRepublic started play. And I most certainly did wake up in London yesterday. Two days have passed since I met Charlie. They've been two horribly lonely and depressing days.
The walls that were empty didn't help my cause either. Not one bit. It just made me seem more empty inside.
As soon as I had finished washing up and cleaning that...certain mess, I decided that I would go out into town today instead of sitting at home watching Supernatural or Doctor Who and whatnot. Surprisingly, renting a season of my favorite show was a lot easier than I thought. I simply had to march down and get into the convienience store that had one of those RedBox things.
I had dressed in my favorite t-shirt, (my FullMetal Alchemist one) just to make myself feel a lot better, and a pair of slim jeans. As I got to the front door, I pulled on a pair of socks, my brown jacket, and my sneakers. I wasn't one for dressing out all fancy anyway.
The apartment complex was very simple. Flight of stairs, a hall. Flight of stairs, another hall. Third flight of stairs, another hall. Of course you could always take the elevators, but I didn't care for them. Not recently anyhow.
The flight of stairs wasn't so bad. I'm only on the third or fourth floor after all. What I didn't expect was tripping.
It was one of those days where a litterbug just happened to have spit some gum on the floor. Me, too muddled in my thoughts, didn't see it and tripped. I yelped. Okay, not yelped, screamed. Suddenly, I was caught in a man's arms, catching a whiff of his musk. It smelled wonderful. I glanced up, floored by this sudden twist in fate.
"Charlie...?" I breathed. God forbid that he flashed a smile. Irony, I don't know whether to thank you or to curse you.
