I had two options. 1. I could put back everything and run away with my tail between my legs. Or options 2. I could just go up there pay and be friendly and hope he recognized me.
Of course, I chose 2. Well it was less a matter of logic and more a matter of my mother being "disappointed" in me for not getting the groceries .
I took a deep intake of air and stepped out of the tinned food isle. He wasn't there! Where had he gone? I had the stupid and sickening thought that maybe he had seen me and was avoiding me. I shrugged this off with my logic mind and decided maybe it was better this way.
Walking back out into the dusky light I could help but feel some what disappointed. I had known that I wanted to see him again, but like always I had screwed up my chance. Now I would probably never see him again.
Lost in my thought as usual I walked away from the grocery store.
Suddenly I heard a screech, I looked round and there was a car speeding down the road heading right for me. I stood there like a rabbit in head lights. The car showed no signs of stopping; I tried to move, but I couldn't, I was paralysed. Then I felt something hard hit me and the next thing I knew I was tumbling down a grassy slope with someone on top of me.
The next few minutes were something of a blur. I was shaking uncontrollable. I felt someone shake me and ask if I was alright. I still felt completely paralysed and my vision was blurry. I felt hot liquid spill down my face, and my vision cleared. It was then I realised I was crying, and what I had thought was a car that had hit me, was actually a person.
I concentrated my focus on the person who had saved my life most probably. It was him.
"Rueben." I muttered still feeling confused and shaken.
"Miranda. Are you ok? Can you see me?" He bombarded me with questions. All I could do was shake and cry. A large crowd had gathered at the top of the grass bank we had fallen down. Some people were making there way down to where I lay. In the distance I could hear ambulance sirens.
I sat still on the step of the ambulance. I had stopped crying but could still not stop shaking.
"You were lucky that boy was there to push you out of the way young lady." Said the paramedic putting a blanket round my shoulders. I nodded. I was, I knew I was.
Some one pressed a cup of tea into my hands.
"Complements of your local grocers." I knew that voice. I glanced up and there stood Rueben smiling his warm smile.
"You saved…." I managed to choke out
"Miranda are you ok?" He questioned looking concerned.
"She in shock." Said a paramedic over my shoulder.
"Is there anything I can do?" He asked.
"No son, I'd just leave her alone, if I were you." He sighed and turned to go.
"No!" I exclaimed. "Stay please." My lip quiver as I said it, I just had this uncontrollable need for him to stay with me. I guessed my parents would be here any second and I wanted him with me.
"Ok. Sure, I mean if you want me to?" He asked.
"Yes." I shuffled over on the step so he could sit down. He sat down and put his head in his hands. "You scared me, you know. When you weren't talking I was scared I'd killed you or something." He glanced up at me.
"I'm sorry." I said staring into my tea cup. I could feel the tears welling up, I felt like I might explode. I could feel the tears spilling down my face now. I felt his warm hand over my cold lifeless one laying on my lap.
"No, don't be. I'm just glad your not dead." He said. He looked like he might cry now. I gripped his hand tighter.
I woke up. Everything, all of last night, the car, the ambulance and Rueben came rushing back to me. I felt complete exhaustion just thinking about it.
"Morning baby, how are you feeling?" My mother poked her head round the door and made a concerned face at me.
"Ok I suppose." I replied staring at the flaking paint on my ceiling.
"Do you want some waffles? I could make you some?" She asked. I remember she always made me waffles when something bad had happened. She made me waffles the day my Grandma died; and the day I had been cast as sheep number 4 in the nativity play, when I had wanted to be Mary. When ever she mentioned making waffles I either concluded something bad had happened she was going to break to me later, or felt a urge to lock myself away for a couple of years.
"No thanks mom. I'm not that hungry." I said. I was, I felt like I could eat a horse, dramatic experiences do that to you. But I didn't want waffles not today at lest.
Note: Well its short I know :P But I hope it was satisfactory. I'm getting slightly stumped for ideas as to what should happen next, so ideas and comments would be greatly appreciated and all that palaver. So yeah tell me how spelling is and all. I didn't really feel this chapter was up to scratch really, but meh, I wanted this kind of thing to happen, but I thought my text was a bit wooden and all. So yeah. Ideas would be ace. Thanks in advance :P mexxxx