Two Weeks Later.
It had been exactly two weeks, ten hours, three minutes, and fifty – seven seconds since my date with Donald, and I was starting to finally understand those obsessive girls that counted down to the second they last saw their boyfriends. Ever since our first date Donald and I had gone out three more times, each equally as great as the first, and I honestly couldn't believe how happy I was, me! I was happy! It all because of this one person, that comes into my life in the weirdest way at the strangest time and suddenly it's like my world is shifting, changing to incorporate someone else. Bella's rehearsal has been god awful, Regionals are tomorrow and Aubrey has not let off of us for anything. I was seriously starting to regret my decision to join but I had to keep reminding myself that it was for Amy.
I grabbed a black hoodie and my white high tops from the closet, trying to give myself a pep talk to make the fifty yard dash across campus, it was raining… hard! I stuffed my dorm key in my back pocket, sliding my arms through my jacket and pushed my feet into my shoes. "You can do this, it's not that far, no one will see" I thought, giving myself that last push of initiative I needed. I pulled the door closed behind me, the lock clicking closed with a small tink. Thankfully Amy wasn't home, she was at Bella's rehearsal, which I was skipping today, Aubrey be damned. There's only so many times the same boring songs can be drilled into your head before you start singing them in your sleep. I crept down the hall, preparing myself to make the trek across the quad in the pouring rain. Did I tell you how much I hated Washington? Like why the hell do you build a collage that you have to go outside to reach parts of it, when it rains 362 days out of the year. I mean come on! I pushed open the steamed up glass doors, enjoying my last moment of warmth from the large space heater in the corner before the cold set in as the wind swirled through the door, setting a chill in my bones as the hoodie did little to none at keeping me warm. I huddled my arms around my waist, trying to keep in the little body heat I had as I started to jog slightly, running made the rain pelt against my face uncomfortably but at least I would get there faster. I kept my hood pushed on top my head, masking my unmistakable blonde and pink dyed hair, which the pink was dulling so I needed to dye it a new color next time I could get off campus and head to a drug store or a Wal-Mart or something. I sighed happily as the familiar building came into view, the cracked wood of the lattes work spreading a smile across my face, if you had told me two weeks ago that I would be smiling at the sight of the Treble house, I would have punched you in the face.
I practically skipped up the two steps and small patch of sidewalk to make it to the door, which was slightly covered by a wood awning, which was falling apart, like everything else. The outside of the Treble house really looked like a piece of shit, but the inside was like a five star hotel, I was yet to figure that one out. I knocked lightly on the obnoxiously red door, Donald had told me that Uni had painted it that soon after he moved in, something about wanting to be different or something. I say the guy was mentally challenged, for the love of god he brings a unicycle with him wherever he goes, like damn. I looked up as someone pulled open the door, smiling slightly at Bumper. After me and Donald had our first date he had told Bumper about it, I was hesitant to tell Bumper because of what he might do but Donald convinced me that under his douche bag persona he was actually a nice guy. I told him I'd believe it when I saw it, but Bumper wasn't actually that bad, in the short time I had been I guess you could say 'seeing' Donald, most of the Trebles had accepted me as one of their own.
"Miss Grey" Bumper said, holding the door open for me as he cracked a smile. I rolled my oceanic hues, I hated when he called me that, so he made it his mission to call me that whenever he saw me. Like I said, douche bag.
"Bumper sticker" I said, nodding as I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I give my props for that one, that was fucking hilarious. I walked past him after casting a glance around; making sure no one saw me go in. I recognized most of the Trebles all siting around the TV watching WWE Raw. I leaned against the back of the couch, watching the Big Show slam John Cena into the mat. I winced slightly, that had to sting.
"Yo, Keller, your girlfriends here" One of them yelled out, I think his name was Tyler? Another thing I had noticed was that they liked to call Donald by his middle name, I wasn't sure why yet but Bumper had told me they had always done it. I smiled softly as Donald came around the corner, his hair slightly wet from either a shower or the rain, his dark grey Henley and striped sweater clinging to his chest.
"God damn hormones" I mumbled under my breath, I was seriously about to jump on him like a hungry dog on a steak. I skipped over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and planting a soft kiss on his lips.
"Ew! Not in the living room" "Get a room" "Guys!" The rest of the Trebles all yelled in sync, making me laugh softly as Donald pulled me by the hand into his room. It was fairly neat in here, not what I was expecting at all, there was a small twin bed with red sheets and a black comforter, a small dark cherry dresser and a full length mirror. Mostly his room was bare of personal items, and that made me want to know all the more about Donald. Just small stupid things like if he folded his socks or if he had embarrassing pictures that his mom sent him, because the room felt so cold, so impersonal.
I slid my fingers across the bare top of the dresser, no pictures, no cologne or anything else a guy would have. "Why don't you decorate in here, with your stuff" I asked, taking a seat next to him on the bed.
"Because setting up personal things inquires a sense of home, and this isn't my home" He said, staring around the bare open room as if it was snake, coiling and ready to strike.
"Where is your home?" I asked, and not in the sense of where he lived, it was more of a metaphorical question, and he understood that.
He stared over at me, his chocolate brown hues shining with things I didn't understand just beneath the brim of his 'hipster' glasses as he liked to call them. He raised a hand, softly stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb.
"I'm still looking for it"
So sorry this has taken me so long guys! I got back from vacation and just so much has happened, my life is like falling apart. But I think I'm getting back in the grove and sorry this chapter is so filler but I wanted to get something out there for you guys so you don't think I abandoned this story. Until next time my lovelies - Hannah