"And I know you're just faking it
'Cause you're scared of what may be.
(I know you're scared, you know it's true)
I can read your mind
And you can't say goodbye
'Cause you feel the same way about me."
Movie Scene – Danger Radio
•--•
Falling
Although Troy and I have come to amends I would have never, oh never ever expected to wake up on this lovely Saturday morning to his bright shining face spinning around in my desk chair. What the hell is going on? I had a major headache from the sun shining brightly through my usually closed blinds.
"Morning sunshine!" He said with a goofy grin as he stopped his spinning. I inwardly rolled my eyes and gave a small wave and sat up.
"What are you--? How did you--? Why?" I stammered out as I rubbed my eyes and suppressed a yawn.
Suddenly I heard a click but brushed it off when I opened my eyes and just saw Troy standing there with his hands in his pockets.
I was utterly confused.
"Taking you out, your mother, because I wanted to. You know you move a lot when you sleep." He stood up and took a seat on the bed next to me.
"Where's my mom?"
Troy just shrugged and pointed behind him, "Went out." I groaned and closed my eyes again before falling back onto my pillows.
He nudged my leg, over and over…and over again.
"What?!" I shouted as I shot back up, "I wanna sleep!"
He shook his head and ripped my blankets off the bed. There I lay in some shorts and one of my dads button up shirts. I felt his eyes look me up and down as I just took a deep breath and tried to get the fact that I could no longer sleep through my head. I stood up and pushed him before walking into my bathroom.
I heard him chuckle and follow me I looked at him through my mirror and raised my eyebrows, "Privacy?" He leaned against the door and crossed his arms. I started to put some toothpaste on the brush as he just smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and continued to brush my teeth still keeping our eyes connected through the mirror.
"Get on a bathing suit. Bring another bathing suit in a bag, bring a nice dress, possibly that one you wore the other night you looked incredibly sexy in and then regular clothes." He demanded as I raised my eyebrows at his choices, "Oh and also wear that" He lifted up the back of my dads shirt, "I like it."
"Why?" I turned around as I wiped off my mouth to get all the left over toothpaste off my face.
"No asking questions."
I scratched my head as I gave him a questioning look.
•--•
Before I knew it, I had been clad in white bathing under my dads shirt which I had tucked into my little jean shorts. With a bag that had a flowing pretty dress, a red and white bathing suit and some comfy clothes in hand I followed Troy to one of those big Range Rovers. Damn polluting machine.
He attempting at being a gentlemen opened the door for me with a silly grin that I couldn't help but giggle at. He started back to his side of the car and opened the backseat and added some contents from his pockets into a backpack. I saw from a glance there was two surfboards poking out of the trunk. Oh no. Is he serious?
Troy returned to the driver seat and turned to look at me. "Surfing?" I gasped out, "Are you serious? I'm the most unbalanced person you've probably ever met."
He didn't respond. His phone started to buzz from inside the cup holder. We both glanced at the phone. He picked it up and groaned before flipping it open,
"What?"
God I hate side conversations, I wanna hear who that is.
"No, why?"
Pause. I continued to stare at his gorgeous profile.
"Must I?"
Pause, once again. His jaw clenched as he listened to the speaker.
"But, come on! I'm fucking doing something you said I—"
Pause. He was not happy, who was it?
"Five minutes."
He flipped the phone shut and turned to meet my eyes. My face had softened at the sight of his angry face.
"I gotta meet with my dad for a few minutes." He assured me it would only be five minutes as he started up the car and went towards his office building. I gave him a small smile trying to break his bad mood. Didn't help much because as we stopped at a red light he was busy drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Anxiety was dripping from him. What was this all about?
Finally we had reached the building and he'd grabbed my hand and pulled me into the building.
Whoa. Slow down. He was so anxious I couldn't help but feel the same way. In no time, since he'd been in a hurry, we made it to the top floor and saw a huge door to an even bigger office at the end of the hall. He sat me down and muttered again, "Five minutes, I promise."
"Hello Rudy." He greeted the receptionist with a tight grin as she threw him an apologetic smile.
I drummed my nails on the arm chair and studied Rudy's appearance. She looked like any other person here, tan. She was young maybe early 30s? She had fake blonde hair and her lipstick was too bright. Either she was in a hurry this morning or she just doesn't have a steady hand with the lipstick considering there was a bright red mark on her teeth. I wonder how she got this job. It must be hectic but she seemed happy. Suddenly she drew me out of my thoughts.
"Can I get you anything while you wait, Water perhaps?" She smiled showing off her lipstick clad teeth.
I shook my head, "He said only five minutes." She shrugged and stood as she walked off into another hall to possibly a staff room.
Great, no distractions. And suddenly there was again. I heard a loud, "WHAT!?" Cry through the office just 20 feet away from me. I strained to listen and heard a muffled voice which I assumed was Mr. Bolton.
"Who the hell cares anymore dad? What if I don't want to? Ryan can take over he's just as smart and charming as I am. I'm not doing this anymore!" I heard Troy shout.
"Troy, don't talk to me in that way." Mr. Bolton's voice rose, "When I get back from California you and I need to have a serious discussion about you taking over this business."
"Fuck off." I heard him say before I heard the door open. Quickly I turned my head and looked up at Troy emerging from the office.
Troy stormed out of the office and his blue eyes connected with mine. I saw the angry and pain in them. He slowly walked over me to never breaking our connected eyes. Suddenly his hand was in front of my face. I glanced it then back at him as I grasped it.
"Come on." He whispered.
•--•
He mentioned back at my apartment that this beach was no tourist spot. Not even the locals in town knew about this place. Troy thought that only he knew. The ride to the beach was quiet. Something his dad said must have really made him upset. Once we reached the spot he got out and pulled the boards out along with his backpack and two towels. He set them on the seat and leaned against the car door and reached into his pockets only to pull out a cigarette and lighter.
Just as he started to light it I reached out and grabbed his wrist, "Don't"
He looked at me before shaking his wrist away and starting to light again, "I said don't."
"And why the hell not?" He said after pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.
"I-I don't like smoking."
"But I'm stressed out; I already told you why I smoke."
I sighed and stepped in front of him. His eyes traveled to me, confused.
I reached up and stroked his cheek, "Please, it's…just my dad. He died from cancer. I just don't want to lose anyone else from it." I felt him lean into my touch as he closed his eyes, "Alright." He muttered.
He sighed and dropped the cigarette and lighter before slowly wrapping his arms around my back and snuggled his head into the crook of my neck. After a few seconds I started to release him and pull away.
"No. Please, just stay." He muttered as he pulled my body back to his.
Even considering the fact we are friends this embrace meant the world to me. He needed to be comforted and I wanted to be there and you have no idea how happy I was that I could be the one he needed. Although the thought confused me, I don't really know why I wanted to be the one he needed for comfort, I just think that possibly because since coming to this place I feel that he is the only one I can really confide in even if I didn't think it was the smartest of ideas considering his rep.
We stayed like this for a good five minutes before Troy pulled away and released his hold on me, "I'm fine, let's go."
He handed me the towels and slung his bag over one shoulder before grabbing the two boards onto the hot beach.
•--•
We emerged from the water soaking wet and laughing. I rode one wave…barely. I threw the surf board down and huffed, "Last time I'm ever trying that."
He chuckled and put his hand on my head, "Practice makes perfect, kid."
I rolled my eyes and plopped myself on a towel, "Oh shush." He sat himself down next to me and sat up on his elbows.
His eyes traveled to me. I felt them but I continued to stare right into the waves and ignore his gaze. I didn't want to look into those blue eyes. To be honest from that little stunt earlier by the car I was scared of what could happen next. What was he thinking? I bit my lip as I drifted into thought. Why was he so upset? And why on earth did I say that to him? Why did he make me weak in the knees? He was confusing me without even knowing it I bet.
Click!
I snap my head up and see Troy standing there with a smile and a camera at hand.
"Oh I heard you were a photographer." I narrowed my eyes and put a hand up to shield my eyes from the burning sun behind his head.
"Where are you hearing all this information from?" He shook his head and held his hand out, "Follow me."
I gave him a strange look. We are on a deserted beach, which in fact is beautiful, with nothing around. He shook his hand once more. I shrugged and grabbed it as he pulled me up. We slipped on our shoes and he started pulling me up the beach on to a path.
"Up for an adventure?" He grinned as he started up the path.
"Um, what?" I choked out as he started running, pulling me along I must add, up this big hill.
"Troy!" I called out before he started to slow down and come to a spot at the top of this hill. I looked around, "Um…what's here?"
He let go of my hand and walked forward towards the edge of this little landing we were on. Troy motioned me with his hand to come over.
I walked slowly as sweat dripped from my forehead. This heat was getting to me. And once I saw what Troy was looking down on the sweat only increased.
I looked down and all I saw was clear, blue water.
"We're jumping!" He said with an excited voice as he slipped off his shoes and held him one in each hand.
My mouth opened a gape and my eyes closed. Heights. I don't deal well with them. Ok, they were my worst fear.
"Um, Troy. I-I-I…" I stuttered while wiping my forehead.
He looked at me concerned before looking back at the water, "Acrophobia?"
I nodded as he put a hand on my back and rubbed it soothingly, "Hey, conquer your fear. C'mon." He whispered into my ear. I took a deep breath and peaked down the cliff once more. "It's really not as high as it seems. Take a chance, El."
Totally ignoring the fact he gave me a nickname I looked down at my shoes before slipping them off and grabbing them with one hand.
Troy gave me a reassuring nod before holding his hand out to me.
"Ready?" I glanced over at him and nodded. He squeezed my hand. I closed my eyes.
And suddenly, I was falling.
•--•
Oh it's only just getting good. I have plans. This chapter was going to be longer but this seemed like a good point to stop it. Sorry this took so long. It was very difficult to write with all the distractions. I've had my mothers guests and not to mention my best friend has a blood clot in her damn brain and was in the hospital. It's been emotionally hard lately. Sorry for lack of updates. I'm gonna try and write more. I'm really, really sorry. And I know that the reviews are falling but I just can't get them up so fast. Next story I write is going to wrote ahead of time.