I got up and walked over to the window to see who she was talking about. Even though, I had a pretty good idea who she was talking about.
I looked out and saw none other than Paul. I could just hear Jenny's shrieks as she sees Paul walk in the doorway. She's so obsessed with him that she even has a mini shrine dedicated to him in her closet. Jenny's a little…weird. Thank God she wasn't home.
Anna had left the room when I was thinking about Jenny. I realized I was pretty much daydreaming in front of the window when I heard someone knock on the front door. I walked over to my bed and lied down. I didn't care what Anna said to him.
I heard some muffled talking then someone's footsteps on the stairs. It was either Paul's or Anna's. I hoped it was Anna's. Ding, ding, ding, I win again!
Anna opened the door slightly and poked her head through, "Get off your fat ass and come down to see prince charming!" she barked. I grabbed my blue pillow and held it tight over my face, "Leave me alone." I mumbled. I heard Anna grumble and walk over to me. She grabbed the pillow and smacked me on the head for a few minutes until I succumbed to the throbbing of my head. I grumbled rather loudly and slumped out of bed. I yanked the pillow from her grasp then smacked her clean across the face with it. I could tell she was pissed at me so I threw the pillow down and sped downstairs. I had such heavy footsteps running down the staircase that it sounded as is obese people were running after a new buffet. (Don't take it as racism against heavy people. ) I love big people.)
I sped down the stairs so fast that I missed the last two steps and went soaring into the living room. I skidded to a stop, thankfully, before I slammed into Paul's back. He turned around to look at me in my skimpy pajamas. I leaned against the door railing and crossed my right leg over my left. I crossed my arms and cleared my throat then, trying to keep my cool, I said, "So, um, what, what are you doing here?" He smiled at me as if I was a little kid who had made a dumb joke. I always hate it when he smiles at me like that. I turn into a big bowl of Jell-O when he does. The green kind, mind you.
He sighed then walked towards me, "I just came by to ask you if you wanted to go out later." My brain was telling me to go for it, but my mind was telling me the opposite. Who should I choose, my brain or my mind? I was thinking over it was too hard so I just blurted out, "Yeah, I'd like to." Argh, shut up brain!
I had stood up straight when Paul was only a few inches away from me. I still had my arms crossed to keep back the jelloid feeling. I stared into his milk chocolate colored eyes and found myself starting to become even more attracted to him than I currently was. He was just too damn beautiful to be real. Paul had the most gorgeous eyes. Sure, they were normal colored eyes, but they always seemed to be full of joy and happiness. Even though, Paul was a considerably depressed person.
Wow, Paul seemed a bit too cool to be someone who wanted to hang out with a spazz like me. The way he dressed and the way he kept his hair seemed so sophisticated. The golden brown sheen of his hair. The way it went down to just above his shoulders. He usually wore a jean jacket but today he just wore a black shirt. Whenever I would see him he would be wearing black pants. Today he just wore dark jeans that nearly touched the floor. In my opinion, he was beautiful beyond comparison. I mean seriously, who could compare with Paul?
I never noticed it but Paul had clasped my hips and had pulled me in closer to him. Goose bumps formed on my arms and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I wanted the moment to last forever but good things must come to an end.
He grinned then whispered, "I'll pick you up at six, 'kay doll?" He bent in and softly kissed my lips. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to relish the moment. I opened them again and whispered back, "'Kay." Paul smiled that "kid who made a dumb joke" smile. He cupped my cheek in his hand and said, "See you later, then, love."
Paul walked towards the front door and yelled something up to Anna. When I heard the door close, I touched my cheek and whispered to myself, "See you later." As I made my way towards the stairs, I started to beat myself up on the inside for not embracing him.