Chapter 2- Hopes
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Help me please! I didn't find the right expression in my dictionaries. What do people say to girls who are waiting for the boys to come and sprinkle them with water or parfumes? /I hope you know about this Eastern custom I'm talking about./ 'Lot's of sprinklers!' was my guess. So please correct it if you can! My email is: edi.szokec2.hu
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I slept alone that night though I wanted Harper to stay with me. I said nothing to him about it. I was afraid to tell him about my wishes. I was afraid he would say no.
We stopped kissing due to someone passing by us. Long after he left we still just stood there on the corridor staring before us. Both waiting for the other to move or talk. Neither of us did. Cold minutes passed. I knew it was me who had to brake the silence. "Good night!" I said to him. "Merry Christmas." He answered me in a monoton voice. First I didn't understand what he wanted to say with it. Then it came to my mind that it must have been some kind of joke. I smirked.
'Say anything, please. Just say. All you need is to ask.' He didn't hear what I was thinking...what a pity!
He turned and went in the direction of his quarters. "Lot's of spriklers!" He turned back. "What?" I sensed that he was deep in his thoughts. "Lot's of sprinklers!" I repeated. He smirked.
I knew it wasn't what he expected me to say.
I knew it wasn't what I should have said.
I just watched as he disappeard. I pondered over the thought to run after him. But then I changed my mind. I went to my quarters, too.
My heart was in flames and broke in the same time. I felt him. It was strange despite the fact that there had been others before him in my life. I'd never felt something like this before.
My bed was so empty. I'd never seen it so empty before. I couldn't think of anything else but him. The hopes of tomorrow helped me to sleep. I dreamt the whole night. I dreamt of the perfect future which was waiting for me. Or at least I thought so…
The next day I had a day off. So did Harper.
I woke up late in the morning. I just laid there and relived the sweet moments of the last day thousand times.
I was very nervous, no not nervous, not exactly… excited is the right word I think. I listened to every noise that came in from the corridor. 'He comes. It's him.'
But it was just my mind that played with me every time. The corridor was empty, everyone was sleeping or having a nap.
'Why isn't he here? He must have woken up by now. He should have come here...'
I barely left my quarters during the whole day. I wanted to see him. But I was afraid. 'It's he who has to take the next step.' When I went out, I kept clear of the routes he might have used.
I didn't see him that day. But after that we had to meet. We had some work to do...he and me together...with Beka and Dylan.
'I'M MEETING HIM TODAY!' I woke with the thought next morning. I was curious how we would get on with eachother. I played the big moment in my mind different ways: How he would approach me… How he would kiss me. How I would kiss him...
I knew I had to be really beautiful. Though I didn't want to look like very unordinary. I put up some make up, get on my favourite clothes and left my quarters. I wanted to be there in time. Or a bit before that. Maybe he would think the same way...
This time I chose the way he most likely would approach the room. Sadly I didn't see him on the way.
I entered the room. He was not there, yet. Beka was missing, too. Dylan was reading a flexi. As I entered he turned towards me and started explaining something. I tried to focus on what he said but I barely managed.
All my senses were focusod on the door.
Then Beka arrived. Alone.
Still no Harper.
It rushed through my mind that he might not come.
But he came. He arrived just in time.
I was taking back my breath as he approached me.
"Hello." It was all he said. He passed me and sit down. He acted like usuall. Nothing changed in his behavior to me. If...yes, maybe he was even colder.
He kept most of his witty comments to himself.
He spoke more with Beka then with me.
'OK. He wants it to stay our sekret. It doesn't matter.' I thought. 'I'll speak with him later.'
But when we had the opportunity to talk he didn't seem like he'd wanted to say anything. He avoided even the eyecontact with me.
Despite his behavior my hopes were not fading away.
He acted very strangely. That was true. I needed to find out why.
God, I still don't know him. Noone does, I think. I would give everything to know what he really thinks. And they say that girls are complicated!!!