AN: I think some of you will like this part, but I'm not sure all of you will in a way approve of it and be happy with it. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it so feel free to leave a review! Enjoy!
I exhale a breath and look around at the still buildings where I see darkness and light. I bet most people are in bed right now sleeping or reading a book while some people are on the phone, watching the telly or maybe there's a few in love couples laying beside each other carrying on a conversation while sleep beckons for them and the smile and voice of the other encourages them to continue to ignore the sleep.
"I'm thankful that we met, Jamie." Paul surprises me with his serious comment and I tear my eyes away from the buildings that all look brown or black in this light.
"I could say the same thing, Paul." I reply and we continue to walk as his arm is around me and his thick jacket guarding me from the cold. We round a corner and my gray house comes into view and the smile that has been harboring on my lips all afternoon goes.
"Do yah reckon you'll be alright?" he questions after we stop in front of my window on the first floor and I nod my head up and down, lying to him with the best of my ability to save him any worry. I keep wondering why he would care about me, a small town girl who is just some nobody who blends into the crowd so terribly easily.
"Yeah, of course. I'm fine." I continue to lie to the kind guy while a voice in the back of my head is telling me that I shouldn't be. I'll never see him after this, will I?
No you have it all wrong, the voice replies as if I'm having some conversation with it. You're the one who has it all wrong, because I'm going to slip into my house and he's going to walk away and that'll be the last I'll ever see of him, I argue. You don't know what you're saying. You know that that's a lie, it responds. I forget about that voice and I glance to Paul who stares at the glowing moon above my house and I glance to his hands that always seem to be sitting in his pockets.
"Thank you so much for today and being so generous. I really mean it," I pause to take in his far away and disinterested look while his eyes somewhat wander. I knew it would come. "Uh goodnight then." I conclude and I let go of his jacket and it slides off my small shoulders that it had swallowed to place in his open hands.
"Goodnight, Jaims." he bids and he lifts his feet to walk away from me and I watch him until he's just a small dot in my vision and then I lift the window and sneak into my warm bedroom. What a simple goodbye with nothing else to it.
I shut the window and I'm careful to not make any noise and I immediately take off the dress that I toss into the bag that sits on my bed and I place it on the shelf in my closet where I put it so I'll forget about it. Just like that he's gone and so are our memories we formed today, together. No more words said between each other except for goodnight. The one word I was dreading to hear all afternoon to come from his pink lips. What else could I expect from our little day together? Nothing, and it hurts more because I didn't tell myself to not get my hopes up, and now I think of the pathetic and unreasonable things I thought would come from this. He's a celebrity after all and I'm a lonely girl in high school who should just appreciate that I got to spend at least ten minutes with him, let alone more than a couple of hours, I think to myself as I pull my hair back into a short ponytail with a hair tie. I open my dresser to take out a pair of black cloth shorts and I find my favorite oversized flannel that I fasten most of the buttons on before pulling the covers of my bed back while I work on getting over the disappointment I shouldn't of set myself up for like I basically did. I get under the cool covers and I feel around my bed blindly until I feel the soft fur of my teddy bear that I clutch close to my chest before my stomach rumbles loudly. I let go of the furry companion and I open my closed door to venture into the small kitchen and I find the rack of coffee mugs hanging by the stove. I smile to myself as I think of how I love to be in this kitchen when I'm the only one home or late at night when the people I call my parents are asleep. I fill the kettle with water and I find the can of hot chocolate mix while it heats up and I dump in the right number of scoops without having to look at the printed directions on the side of the can. I've made it too many times to count. My parents hate to buy it because they claim it rots your teeth out, so I buy one of the jumbo cans when I'm nearing low, with the money I have from this small and not often job I have at this nearby bookstore that also sells records and other neat things like that; framed pictures, painting supplies, jewelry.
I smile in pleasure at the sweet taste of the drink of liquid chocolate after I had poured the water that isn't too hot to mix with the powder as the mug sits in my hands and I stand up against the counter. I finish off the small mug and I clean up my mess to look like I never had been there making a midnight snack in the first place and I walk back into my bedroom. I hear an odd sound and next comes a noise that both confuses me and scares me. I reach my hand out towards the wall to flip on the light and my eyes fall upon the face I've been thinking about and somehow missing although it was in front of my eyes not even ten minutes ago.
"W-what're you doing here?" I stutter as his figure walks toward me to stop right in front me and I curse myself inside of my head for wearing these pajamas.
"I forgot something, and I've been thinking about doing it all night. I had to come back and do it." Paul answers me and I look at him with an odd expression as our eyes are locked.
"What is it?" I question before he takes a step forward and his hands raises to my cheek.
"This." he responds before closing the distance between us in a kiss that you can definitely say I wasn't expecting in the least and I leave the kiss, my lips leave his full pair.
"Paul."
"Shh, it's alright." he tells me before he places his lips back on mine and we kiss for a moment longer before our lips leave the stick of each other's and my eyes meet his once again.
"I've been wanting to do that all night." he informs me and I'm left with not knowing if I should say anything in response or nod my head.
Did that really just happen; did we just kiss? Duh, get with the program, the voice in my head responds for my thoughts and I smile to myself and I touch my lips where the feeling of his smooth pair still linger. I focus back on his giddy smile and his bright eyes above and he brings me into a hug.
"I wasn't sure if I should come back or not, but I'm very glad that I did." he mumbles while his chin rests on my head and my cheek sits below his shoulder and I grin. This must be some kind of dream, right?
"I am too. I thought I was never going to see you again." the words just seem to spill from my mouth and he moves away to look at me and his hand lingers at my cheek after he had combed a strand of my light brown hair away.
"Why would you think that?"
"What else am I supposed to think?" I reply with a question which is actually kind of contradicting.
"Well, that's now how it's going to be." he states and neither of us asks any other questions or says anything else, but instead he shuts off the light and wanders over to my bed where he lays down beside me.
I got under the covers and ignored my teddy bear now laying behind me as this man who is a face on my wall and a star in my sky is on his side laying on top of the covers for some reason, what a dork. I hear him yawn and as if it's some line I yawn next and we both giggle at that happening as I hear the low murmur of crickets chirping outside my window. Nice job of shutting my window, Paul.
"What were you doing out in the kitchen or wherever you went while I was trying to sneak in through your window?" he asks me as I can hardly make out his baby face.
"I was making myself some hot chocolate." I respond with an incredibly tired yawn ending my sentence and it's left there since we're both tired. I like how we can still casually talk as if we weren't lip locking with each other a minute ago, oh good times.
I yawn and then he yawns and I finish the cycle with me yawning and I feel the bed shift and his hand soon comes over to my arm to sit there. A grin appears on my lips at how my life has seemed to turn around because of today and how I'm happier now than I've been in so long. I drift off to sleep with a smile grazing my lips and his rhymed breathing sounding in my ears.