The Next Day
I woke up and sat up, convinced that last night was a dream. I got out of bed and went over to my desk where I saw the clothes Randy had bought me draped over the chair, the accessories on the desk itself and the boots next to the chair.
"So it wasn't a dream" I said out loud to myself.
I shrugged, then grabbed my bag and went downstairs.
Since it's a Saturday and I didn't have time to do anything yesterday, I'm spending the day doing homework and studying.
I made coffee and breakfast, then sat down to eat and got to work.
I don't know how long I worked when I heard a knock on the door. I got up and went to the door, peering out the peephole and seeing that it was Randy. I opened the door and asked "What are you doing here?"
"Hi to you too" he said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry. Hi Randy. What are you doing here?"
He held up a bag and said "You left your other clothes at Pixie's store and she called me to come get them. So now I'm dropping them off."
I took the bag from him and said "Thank you, but you didn't have to do that."
"Yeah, well, I did."
I bit my lip and looked away. He chuckled then asked "So what do you have planned for today?"
"Homework and studying" I replied.
"Sounds boring and lonely."
"Yeah well..."
"I could keep you company if you like."
My eyes widened and I stammered "O- OK I gu- guess."
He laughed and said "Well aren't you going to invite me?"
"What are you a vampire?"
"Maybe."
I laughed and said "Well stop being a vampire and come in."
He grinned and walked past me into the house. I followed him, closing the door behind me. "Follow me," I told him "Would you like some coffee?"
"Sounds good," he said "Thanks."
"It's the least I can do after you went out of your way to bring me back my clothes."
"It was no big deal, I was passing by this way and figured I'd drop your clothes off before I forgot."
He followed me into the kitchen and I said "Help yourself."
He chuckled and said "All right."
I set my clothes on the floor, then went back to work. I heard Randy moving around, then I felt the table shake as he sat down next to me. "So what are you working on?" he asked me.
"Hamlet" I replied.
"Why?"
"Because it's a requirement for my English class."
"Why don't you just blow it off?"
"Because I can't."
He took a sip of his coffee, staring at me the whole time. He set his cup down, then asked "Why do you study so much?"
"Why do you ask so many questions?" I shot back.
"Because I'm curious about you Rowan, I'm trying to figure you out."
"Well there isn't much to figure out. I'm a 17 year old girl who lives by herself because her parents are always gone. I never do anything crazy or fun because I'm always studying so I can get into medical school. I have two best friends who are idiots and all they care about is having sex with their boyfriends."
Randy looked at me and said "Wow. That's a lot to take in."
"Not really," I said "I'm boring."
"I don't think you are. You're just trying to achieve your dreams even though it means being alone."
"Yeah, well I can't afford any distractions. If my GPA slips even a tiny bit I might not get into medical school and if I don't get into medical school then I can't become a doctor and if I can't become a doctor then my life will meaningless."
Randy reached over and squeezed my hand. My eyes widened and I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. When he finally did let go he said "I'll leave. You don't need me here being a nuisance. Have fun studying and maybe I'll see you around."
He stood up and grabbed his jacket. He was opening the front door when I ran after him and said "Wait!"
He turned and asked "What?"
"I didn't mean you were being a nuisance," I told him "I just meant that the reason why I don't bother with guys, relationships, fun, stuff like that is because I can't get caught up in nonsense that will distract me from my goals, from the bigger picture. You're not being a distraction. And..."
I trailed off, looking down at the ground.
Randy lifted my face up so I was looking at him. "And?" he asked quietly.
"And I don't want you to go" I whispered.
His eyes widened.
"I'm sorry," I said "I don't know why I said that. I-"
He closed the door and took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. He started walking toward the kitchen. When I didn't follow he turned to me and held out his hand. "Come on," he said "Maybe you can make Macbeth sound interesting."
I grinned and took his hand. "It's Hamlet, not Macbeth" I told him.
"Same difference."
"No they aren't. Hamlet..."
And all he did was roll his eyes as we went into the kitchen.
So he shows up at her place and she wants him to stay.
Wonder what that might be about...
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