“Thank God your doing work.”

“What?”

“Oh no did I interrupt you and now we’ll just talk because you were productive while I was gone and now all those thoughts you’ve been ignoring will come out?”

“Chels your ridiculous and now before you fully kill my concentration please shut up and let me do this.”

“Gladly.” Now Chelsea and I joined the rest of their generation with putting on music and hitting the books. Although Chelsea’s comment was not too far off. All I can think about is two years ago when I should be focusing on this british literature. It makes no sense I have been so over that, had the melt down and dealt with it and now have gotten my life together. Maybe it’s my life has continued without any communication with him that makes me wonder how this could all be.

No that makes no sense. We didn’t work out because we brought the worse out of each other and lied to each other. Everything about that was not right. Chelsea meet me after that whole debacle. We meet over a year after it was all over so she sees me as the one who dealt with it and moved on. No wonder why I was not very social after it all happened. I put all I could into work and school. Hence the 3.5 GPA, yeah no big deal. But if she saw the person I was then we most likely would not be friends right now, she probably wouldn’t even speak to me. I wouldn’t want to speak to me for all the things I had done.

Ahh that was the old me. I am a different person now. Well I was then I had to meet another guy who I felt comfortable with and it honestly scared the crap out of me. What’s so special about this guy anyway, oh that’s right the fact that he shows no interest in wanting to date me and has so many personality qualities that are very similar to mine. This could also all be in my head because of the way my mind works and I have these thinks connect that are so not connected at all. Whatever I guess I will get back to reading whatever I seem to be so focused on working-

“Monica what’s bothering you?”

“What you mean?”

“You have been staring at the one word for the last ten minutes like it’s some problem from Einstein and your waiting for the words to be shown to you.”

“Solid analogy but it’s nothing just doing that typical over thinking.”

“Right,” Chelsea just goes back to her work but still gives me these looks of concern like I am some child that needs watching over. She hasn’t seen me like anyone before so she’s a little concerned not seeing the normal me with the tuff exterior she is used to. I just need to get out of here and have some me time to myself.

“How did I get here?” A typical question for some hungover college students, adults questioning how they ended up with the life they’re in, and that would probably should be my category. But I am the exception, not because I believe to be an exception, I just am. I am the college student whose woken up and wondered where I am but that was two years ago when I was just a freshmen, now I’ve ‘grown up’ and ‘know better’ and of course I would NEVER repeat those mistakes! Yeah please. I know I am bond to make mistakes that is just how life goes. But I am also the adult wondering how I ended up with the life I’m in.

Before giving you all this present life question of course there is always a back story that will help. Of course I will not give it all because then there would be no story and where is the fun in that?! Well I grew up in the suburbs outside of New York City, so I had the best of both worlds, a town with people in it, but could also retreat to where people would not been seen for miles. Or take a small drive and be surround by millions of people in the largest city in the country. Now my parents have been pretty well off as well, I can’t really complain. Also I have my health and have been very blessed so honestly complaining is just moments of being weak with nothing truly life threatening. Or of course, because I am a girl, BOYS! Hate to complain about them but still love to do it!

So I believe that gives enough of a setting of where I came from, or at least mildly, don’t want to ruin the whole story with giving too much of my life away. Now that you’ve heard all that let us go back to where we started.

“How did I get here?”

“Monica I feel like you ask that every morning now.”

“Well each days has a different reason. Yesterday was forgetting getting home because I remember falling a sleep at Kyle’s, so that was justified to wonder how I slept the whole way of getting from his place to mine, it’s like a fifteen minute drive.”

“Okay, but you could maybe ask one of your family members that you live with, rather than waiting to ask when you come to campus.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t pout, it’s not pretty and just annoying to look at.”

“Oh what would I do without you putting me in my place?”

“I have no idea, probably wonder around this world aimlessly.”

“This very well might be true. Now snap out of it, I need to study for this test because even though I may question why I’m here, as you do, doesn’t mean I can tell my professor ‘I didn’t know where my life was going so I pondered that rather than studying for you test’.”

“Are you saying I should use that?”

“Seriously Monica?”

“Oh your kidding, whopps. But Chels it could so work.”

“I’m going to go grab coffee and hope that by the time I get back, your either doing some sort of work or get over this.”

Over this, oh I’ve become that friend. One you love being around when they have the good days because they’re interesting and fun. But when she hits that low point she goes hard. When did I become this girl? Oh I remember, two years ago, thanks to some awesome guy asking for marriage and my world where everything could be turned upside down, it was. But I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say yes.

Done!

Okay so this story I had a solid day of writing it and now coming back to it I simply cannot write for this story. Sad day. I will come back to it at some point in time but for now it shall be lost in the folder in which it is saved and  new story to post I will begin writing.

As the seasons went on as did their lives. Amber and and Michael were wed with a beautiful ceremony. It was at Amber’s home in Georgia, they have an older mansion, something that seems to walk out of Pride and Prejudice the Kira Knightley version. The ceremony was beautifully done, outside with closest friends and family, they did not want anything to be over done, simply and elegant, it fit both of their taste and personalities perfectly. Now the walls of their house is filled with photographs of their magical day, family, and honeymoon. Sitting in their living room on a love seat in front of the fire. Michael reads a book while Amber rest her feet across her lap and crochets a scarf for her husband. It seems so picturesque. Their life continues this way through out their marriage.

At least this is how Amber sees the rest of their relationship should be. Michael goes on with the life he saw for them. At least how he saw his life going, he just needed someone who wanted to fill the role. He woke up on the same day everyday, had his coffee, read the paper, then would fold his paper under his arm and walk out to his car and drive to work. Without a fail he had done this daily. Amber but was not one for routine as Michael would. She would wake up early some mornings, work out or lounge around, or meet friends. It was all about keeping status with her married and non-married friends. The role of a husband that was seen in movies and every little girl told is what kind of man they are to look for is what she found. Not only did she want all her friends to know, but she wanted to be reminded every morning that she made it all the way through her check list.

“Honey could we have a wine tasting tomorrow night?”

“A wine tasting?”

“Yes the girls and I have been talking about getting our friends from school together. You know that is how we meet. Your frat and my sorority had a mixer and then sparks just flew. Now that we are out of school our circles have grown and we would like everyone to get together.”

“Amber we’re not in school anymore we can’t just have mixers.”

“Yes now it will be better because we will have more to talk about without all the flirting and hormones. Simply conversations and mingling.”

“So it will be a couples night.”

“No we will have all our friends. Not all of then have someone or is married.”

“So it will be just like college, just better alcohol, and smarter flirting. Well smarter is not guaranteed.”

“Honey please!” Amber looked at Michael as if he wasn’t even there. She already saw the set up of the night.

The month went by with Michael and Amber going down and emptying out her apartment. Wedding bells were getting closer with two months to go now. Amber was excited to be closing on the house as well. It seemed as if the house was bigger than the wedding. Michael moved in three weeks before their wedding date. He was getting it all settled and Amber stayed the weekend to give it that feminine touch. Then returned to Georgia to stay till their wedding which would be in Warton

The season began to change. Fall was settling in with the leaves changing, bring the crisp air with it. Michael loved the smell that fall brought in. Amber loved that coming up north gave her an excuse to do more shopping to fit the seasons and new styles she hasn’t had to deal with before. Both loved the fall that is why they choose to get married then. The wedding was soon approaching, Michael was out raking the leaves and doing some maintenance on the house. They did not want to change the house from the nature of how the home came about. Amber loved that this house came from a place of love and dedication to the ones other. Michael felt the same but would not admit it completely because he knew that he wanted to grow to have that love as strong for Amber to give her one of the things she saw as a dream to never happen.

While in the yard Michael pauses and just looks around the house to see all the minor details that are most likely over looked on a daily bases but each detail was chosen specially for that mans wife, and she had seen it as something special. This house was something he needed to look up to, to match. He did not have a religion or something like that. Not even a mentor he thought it made no sense to have one person teaching you and guiding you when they can only share what they know so you either match their intelligence or are stunted but what they only know or care to share. Looking at this house told him more than what anyone could share with him about the love that man had for his wife, and the knowledge he had to give the door frame on the side wall farthest from the garage door opening because when pulling in the car you would be closest or leaving the house. The man who designed this house was practical, know how those who were to come to this home would not wonder why things where where they were and not another place. Everything was in it’s place cause that is how it was suppose to be and the house knew we would live this way rather than we living and the house doing what we saw.

Thinking all this out Michael began to laugh at himself for giving so much to this home he barely knew. Not not that he barely knew this home. That fact he was justifying a house for being something to match his life to. He continued raking with this feeling of sillyness, but it would not be the last time he thought of the home this way.

The house needed some work which they both were ready and excited for in their own ways. Amber thought that them spending time together would help their relationship grow in more ways then they could have thought. Michael sees this as a way to create a home that is perfect for their needs. Neither of them would think this would be the last few quiet moments in this house they have before starting the work. They signed the papers without giving a nights sleep or more discussion about what they were just getting themselves into.

When they left they both had a smile, although something seemed off about each of their smiles. Almost something unnatural. Amber smile from a pleasing that wasn’t a people pleasing smile, nor a pleasing herself. But she knew the smile came from an act of pleasing. While Michael’s smile was a smile of satisfaction almost like on after a hard days work. Though he had done no physical labor that day. Each felt uneasy in these moments but knew these feelings were just the beginning of what’s to come.

“I think this place is simply perfect for us. Just simply perfect!”

“Yes Amber, I do agree. I’m sure my mother would be quit pleased to hear that I will be moving out and getting a home for us.”

“Yes of course she will! And my father. Oh he will be so proud! Michael I am so excited. We now have the proper home for a family. You have finished all with school as I and this is simply, ahh. I’m so happy. And we should be closing soon with the wedding just after.”

“Yes, that’s how it looks. But remember I will be moving in before the wedding, getting all settled and then after the wedding is when you are to move in.”

“But Michael, why do I need to wait?”

“Because I will not have people questioning us for living together before marriage, nor do I want to taint your reputation in anyway.”

“Oh what are people to say? They don’t know us.”

“Amber, we’ve talked about this.”

“Yes, I just think it’s so silly all this waiting when we have the wedding date set, and I know we’re going to get married.”

“Because waiting makes the heart grow fonder or whatever.”

“Or whatever is right. Michael I don’t want to wait.”

“I’m not keeping you.”

Amber just sat there. She knew that Michael cared about his religion and it was something very important to him. Yes important but she saw it as always getting in the way of what she wanted. Though it is one of the many reasons of why she loves him. He’s not along with having a faith. Amber does as well, it may not be as strong as his, but she does still believe. One day she says she’ll understand but the longer they’ve been together it hasn’t cause any issues and he’s so understanding with her.

“Amber what thoughts are you trying to figure out?”

“See this is why we’re meant to be. You can just feel what I do without even having to look.”

“That or I’m so used to you getting silent only when you’re trying to work out a plan or get an answer for yourself. I’m guessing from me saying I won’t sleep with you, your either trying to figure out how you could get me to sleep with you. Or your sitting over there trying to get it wrapped around how or why I wouldn’t want to sleep with you.”

“Actually I was thinking neither. Maybe that is how it started but it was more about your faith and mine. But enough of that. No reason to get inside of my head. Now yes you will move in when we close. I still have my apartment at school with my belongings. Oh speaking of which I have to get those out this month. The new roommate is moving in and my lease is up.”

“I’m guessing you’ll need my truck.”

“This is correct. I also have my jeep so with both of us it should only be one trip. I brought a lot back when I graduated. It’s just some of my winter stuff and memorabilia.”

Michael pulls Amber in to him and holds her close while he drives. Gives her a kiss on the head and they stay like this for the rest of the drive to Michael’s parents house.

Walking this way and that one can see the lay out of Warton was a perfect town. Each house having the landscape down to fit the home in which they were given rather than fit the neighbors and out doing one another. Each home had their place and personality for the people inside and the scene that surrounded them. When Michael came to this town with his fiance he was worried of what journey he just signed on for. He is two years out of a prestigious college where he graduated with honors in Business Management. Which is a very piratical degree, he was president of his fraternity for his whole senior year, co-captain for his schools soccer team, and meet his fiance Amber his sophomore year. They have been together for three years now. Being the practical one that he is, he wanted to be friends with her and know he before questioning them dating.

However Amber being a southern girl, she did not understand what all the wait had to be about. As she tells the story, she knew they were a fairy tale in waiting and he just had to open his eyes and see. Amber comes from old money in Georgia and has been raised with southern traditions and a mindset still in the 20’s where women were to be wives and have children. She was very bright and did well in school. But all it was, as she saw it, a resume to be the best house wife and bride she could be. Michael did not care for those things. He cared about what she had to offer him and the world.

They worked well as a team and Amber would follow Michael where ever he received a job. Although he would not let her follow until she graduated college. Nor would he propose till she did. Amber saw her life as the American dream and wanted to find a home that resembled that. While Michael saw his life as a working man doing what he was raised to do and to not take risk. Down this row of homes at the end of the cul-de-sac was a home with what both of them dreamed. Amber’s white picket fence, a kitchen with big windows to be able to watch their future children play in the yard, and a library. While Michael had his office, large basement, round about drive way, and a master bed room that was double the size of his bedroom growing up.

It almost seemed to come together without a question that of course this was a home they were to get together. Nothing else seemed to matter. Then the story of how this home was built melted Ambers heart even more, the old owner were now older in their seventies to making their way south to a warmer climate outside of Connecticut. The man worked hard his whole life and saved everything. Was a very practical spender never over doing it or going on lavish trips. The wife thought forever that they were making enough to get by and some months were better than others. They had three kids that went through college with no issue of debt. Then when they were on their own the husband surprised his wife with all that they had saved through the years and wanted to build her the dream house she spoke of on their third date. She could barely remember it but he wrote it all down that night and saved it all these years later. Even through the years went out to have architects draw what this house could look like. 

He was told the potential cost of the house and expenses, only making him save more. Once he has enough to build the home and still have enough saving that if something were to happen to him, his wife would still have the home she always wanted and enough to live. He even made the plans be an add on to his will so that the home would be built if he could not have it done himself.

The story gave Amber chills of all the romance, and Michael appreciate the man and hard working. Both knew they could not come up with a reason as to why they shouldn’t move into the home.

New Story!

So that ends the tale of Olivia and her boy drama. For my next story I shall be mixing it up and writing about something I've never done before so hopefully you shall enjoy! I will most likely be posting the first part tomorrow due to needing to write more. But hope you enjoyed the last story!

A few weeks have passed since Kyle came to my apartment. I didn’t need to speak with him. He spoke to me saying that he really cared about me but didn’t think we would get far. He knew the desires I had in life and what I wanted to accomplish and all that I could do, and he knew he could never make me happy. He would settle and I would ultimately settle wondering a what if of my life. Sad to think he saw all this. All that he saw my life to become and were it could go, and I didn’t even see this in myself.

Kyle maintained my good friend. Now I did not have to think of those what ifs anymore. Not it’s only a this could have been. A could of love story. Yes, but a ending of hating a life that would come. I told him about Nathan. I knew he had a right to know. I also explained that I wished so badly that we could have been what I saw. But that’s it life is not a story that I can write. It has almost already been written for us by God and we veer off and write our own footnotes to what he sees and wants for us. I hope I’m living the life that he’s chosen for me.

I’ll just have to wait for the next train to come or long walk to either see Nathan or another one like Nathan. Guess this story wasn’t always mine to keep.

“So Liv how does it feel?”

“What feel?”

“Playing two guys?”

“What?”

“You totally know you have Kyle hope for you too.”

“No I didn’t”

“Are you naive?”

“What?”

“Goodness you are!”

“Seriously? No I am not, he’s a friend!”

“Do you see the way he looks at you? He’s quiet and wont say it to you but you deep down inside that he has strong feelings for you. And knowing that you don’t want to loss that! You will simply ignore all the warning that your heart and mind are telling you to stop and keep this going. You going to end up hurting him and yourself.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are. Olivia look at me and tell me that you don’t think he has any feelings for you.”

“I can’t-

“So you believe that he does and-”

“No! I don’t know if he does or doesn’t. He has never told me. You can show me all you want but that doesn’t do it for me. I can question and pick up and analyze hints all they want. But I can’t tell. I cannot go on showing. I need to be told.”

“He’s never told you how he’s felt.”

“No. And the way he goes about stuff is either we’re making plans as friends or just end up doing stuff.”

“Oh Liv, you need to talk to him.”

“And say what? Hey I think you may like me but I know for the life of me we could not work in any way no matter how hard you tried and no matter how hard you cared?”

“Well may not like-”

“I can’t say it any other way. Even with me trying to dance around the subject it will simply come back to that. I care for him deeply and know that he’ll always be there as a friend to me and I can talk to him. I do care and I thought I had those kind of feelings for him. But going for so long with no reciprocation or action, what.. I.. I don’t know what to say or what to do. All I know is Kyle had his door held open for extended time, it close and then he was even given a window. But winter came and it needed to be closed so I could be kept warm.

“Do you hear me? I waited for so long for him to do something and it was me doing what he should have. That was not at all how I was raised. My father taught me better. He raised me better. But me being the way I am and seeing so much potential in all of this... All that I mean... I put that all a side and only saw the future. Seeing where we could have gone. But I have a mind of my own as does he. You see. In theory there is so much there. But theories need to be played out by action.”

“You need to tell him. I had no idea you felt this way.”

“To be honest I didn’t know either. I guess it all just seemed to make sense now.” I’m sure she continued to speak but I stared as though as I was listening but I was lost in a world of my own. Knowing that I was slightly saddened but knowing that it’s over. Well how can something truly end before it even began. I think that was the worst part. It was not given the chance it could have had. Or did it even have a chance? Was it all just me thinking this?

“No I was looking for Olivia. Do you know where she could be?”

“Listen I told you, no clue, don’t you have her number?” Welp I have no clue who could be looking for me, but Cassandra is entertaining with strangers at the door so might as well hang by this corner for a listen. Maybe I’ll make my own awkward bump in moment happen.

“No I don’t have her number.”

“But you know where she lives?”

“Yes.”

“What are you some weird sort of stalker? You know-”

“I’m not a stalker.”

“Then how do you know where she lives?”

“Just can you tell Olivia I was here.”

“Sure.”

“My names,-”

“I know who you are. Next time you take my friend on a date, don’t leave a note and expect her to show. I’m sure she’ll either find you but come on. Run into her how many times?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to ask for her number?”

“I believe so.”

“Believe so?”

“Yes, I believe I will ask for her number.”

“You need to get on our level. Olivia is not just and girl, she’s a women who stands up for herself and sticks to what she believes in.”

“That is what I’ve seen and been told.”

“Well told but to actually have your words meet your actions, she’s like a saint. Just don’t talk saints around her, she isn’t Catholic or anything, she believes in God. I don’t understand it all but if I was to follow an example to become one she’d be mine.”

“Right.”

“Not saying I’m going to become one, sex and I are too good of friends.”

“So just let Olivia know I was her.”

“Sure, want her number?”

“That would be helpful, but I think I should ask her for it.”

“Snooze you loose my friend.”

“Will take you advice.”

“I hope you do. Not seriously next time a date with timing not just her running to meet you.”

“You keep saying this but I never left her a note. I’m Kyle.”

“Oh, cliff jumping and Andrew’s friend.”

“Yeah. Andrew’s friend and believe cliff jumping your referring to me and Olivia going cliff jumping.” Oh goodness it’s Kyle. I thought it was surely Nathan. Why do I go through my whole life being oh so happily single. Well maybe not always happily because it would be nice to have someone there for you, but still I’ve been happy. Then now suddenly guys seem to notice me. I don’t want to be noticed though, or the one he choose that girls had to fight over. I simply want to be appreciated and - “Olivia.”

“Oh hey Kyle! What are you doing here?”

Back to the work grind. Grab my morning tea, make sure roommate is a live the head for the train. Head phone playing some Sinatra. This is going to be a solid day. I can feel it. Even in my own little world just the craziness of the last twenty-four hours to even think I was on a date to then Cassandra, God has a funny sense of humor. I think it shall never be something for me to figure out. But I guess that is all the fun. Oh train is delayed. Oh well. Still going to be a solid day. I begin tapping my heel and see someone waving at me. Who could that be? Kyle?

“Hey! Oh man haven’t seen you for a while.”

“Oh hey Kyle, yeah sorry life has just been, well you know life.”

“So I hear.”

“But how have you been?”

“Been good. Actually kind of crazy, a guy from my office was suppose to move to Canada but bailed so now I just got offered the job.”

“Canada? That’s awesome!”

“Yeah I actually leave next week. He was suppose to be there now actually he was moving next week but now I am. He said the job would be a great chance but his heart couldn’t let him go or something. As far as I know guy doesn’t have an sort of girl or anything to who knows, he’s some sort of hopeless romantic.”

“What a story.”

“Yeah, for his sake he’s lucky the boss loves him or this would have never happened.”

“Well good for him.”

“Yeah. Welp guess we’ll just have to cancel that double date Cassandra was trying to organize.”

“Honestly it was more for her to get to know Andrew better. And I’ve known the girl for a long time and I’m still learning more about her everyday. He’d be a lucky guy to do the same.”

“Wow. See whenever I’m out with her, you two always seemed so different. I could never make sense how it was possible, or for better use of the word, no I’ll stick with that. Yes, ha, sorry just got a flood of images reminding me of moment of questioning how you two could be roommates.”

“Well what you see isn’t always exactly what it is. Plus judging a book by it’s cover-”

“It was more than once, so-”

“Yes but Kyle, have you ever actually talked to her?”

“No.”

“See if it a try. Who knows, you may even end up liking her.” Oh God and his timing, as soon as my sentence ends my train is here so all I can do it turn slowly with him to ponder this. I knew this was going to be a solid day. Walking in these heels a little higher and back to Sinatra and a coy smile I simply cannot get off my face.

“Look who finally decided to come home.” It’s the next morning, I crashed at a friends who lives in the building. I knew staying here I would just hear more of the horrible ideas that she thinks is acceptable to treat men. Yes I know men have this long streak of treating women horrible. I cannot deny that I have been very hurt by them. But it takes two to tango. That expression doesn’t come from thin air.

“Yeah. I stayed with Arielle.”:

“Oh well that was nice of her to let you stay there. What did she think of you just instantly going out with a guy who left you a note?”

“She didn’t think anything because I keep my life private and have it be personal. But I am sure she would not have given me any where near the reaction you gave me. That was honestly horrible how you said you are suppose to treat guys! Would you want to be treated that way?

“No.”

“So that whole do unto others as you would like done unto you was just missed on you?”

“What?”

“Okay I know your parents at least had you go to sunday school.”

“Olivia, my parents are Jewish.”

“Oh. Then why do you go to mass?”

“Cause I guy I really cared about I converted for him.”

“You did that for a guy?”

“Yeah. Thought he was the one. But no. He made me fall hard to a point of talking about marriage and religion racing kids. You know the works. But he was like the rest of them. Just wanted to have fun for the moment and didn’t want one girl. He wanted a girl for each day of the week.”

“You never told me that.”

“Well yeah. Why would I?”

I am such a horrible person! I went instant attack and didn’t show compassion or simply or being apathetic that she could have been hurt in the past and this is why she does what she does. I give excuses for strangers down the street but the girl who I have known throughout college and roommate with for about four years I don’t give the same credit to. “I feel like a horrible person. Cassandra, like I don’t even have words.”

“Yeah it’s whatever, now was this guy really worth it?”

“I believe so.”

“Good. Now hopefully he’s legit, or I’ll kill him.” All we can do is hug and just laugh about all the ridiculousness I don’t know what I would do without this girl. “Now you grab a movie and I’ll get some chocolate.”

“Sounds awesome, oldies or just a horrible movie that girls these days think are good chick movies?”

“Oh new, so horrible I need a laugh.”

“Got it.”

“Olivia what is this? You just run out the door like a mad person and don’t say a word. What did the note say?”

“Oh you know, just an awesome gentlemen leaving a note asking me to grabbed dinner. Which he regretted not asking me for my number and left the note.”

“Why didn’t he ever ask for your number?”

“He said that he got too nervous thinking of things to say and each time he would go to say something he got too tongue tied and would mess it up. Leading to all our awkward moments of our goodbyes.”

“So you got dinner?”

“Yeah at this awesome-”

“You went on a date where the guy just leaves a note?”

“Yes. And it was great.”

“Olivia have a taught you nothing? The guy needs to be rejected first and then you have to toy with him and then give him a date.”

“Your sick! You know that?”

“How am I sick?”

“Did you not just hear yourself?”

“What it’s completely logical.”

“You are why so many nice women of America site home a lone and don’t get dates because of the horrible ways you treat guys. They are people too! Oh man, seriously that’s what you do? I need to get out of here.” Before she can even justify that hideous stuff I’m going for a walk to who knows where.

Okay I must look like some sort of crazy person. I am still in sweats! Wow, why am I doing this? I should head back. But then that will just leave him stranded. I can’t do that. How did he know where I lived? Why am I not freaked out by this? Well it is crazy. What guy just goes to a girls house, leaves them a note with their name and tells them to meet them at a restaurant? Not just any restaurant, but a nice one. Oh man I need to turn around I am dressed like a mess and this so cannot be real life.

Well this could be real life for anyone else in the world just not me. This can’t be my life. These sort of things do not happen for me. They just don’t. Maybe that’s a sign to turn back from this. Right? I should just stop before anything else happens.

“Olivia are you insane? This could be it. That’s crazy.”

“What’s crazy, and why are you insane?”

“Oh wow, sorry internal dialogue I guess sometimes it finds it’s way of coming out. By any chance how long were you standing there and what exactly did you hear?”

“Just walked up and only you saying you were insane, something about this being it, and it’s crazy. Which if you mean grabbing dinner with me, your not insane. Well maybe a little for showing up to a guy you barely know.”

“This is true that is why I am calling myself insane.”

“Well definition of insanity is not that so would not use insane.”

“Thanks for the vocabulary lesson.”

“And this being it, umm let’s see if we can make it through dinner.”

“That would be an excellent place to start.”

“Yes and you being crazy, well I have yet to find that out. Plus we all have a little crazy in us so will wait to rule that out.”

“As long as I haven’t scared you off yet.”

“Remember me walking up to you talking to yourself?” Silent moment of staring at each other while I awkwardly acknowledge the moment. “I could have walked the other way. But I want to grab food with you.”

“God only knows why.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Now I hear this please is legit so would you like to join me?”

“Well clearly having the fact of this legitness then how could I not?”

“Thought it to be valid reasoning.”

Look at him talking the lead to guide me into the restaurant. Only thing is does this one know how to properly open up a door. Or will it be one of those smooth talkers but don’t know the gentlemen actions to follow along with the words?

“After you.” Wow didn’t have to do anything and he went right for door handle. I didn’t even have time to react to reach for it.

“Thank you!” Okay so we’re off to a good start, but how will this all play out?

“What is he thinking?!”

“Who?”

“Nathan.”

“Whose Nathan?”

“Oh goodness the guy from train and my walk yesterday!”

“What about him?”

“Ahh forget it! This is useless. My walk, run, whatever it freaking was, was suppose to clear my head! But nope. Nope! Not one bit. I am ever more so confused with life.”

“What is confusing?”

“Listen.”

“Okay.”

“Meet this great guy-”

“Yeah Kyle-”

“No new guy and have seen him a few times-”

“Wait no Kyle I thought-”

“get over Kyle no Kyle. New guy I meet and get this-”

“Okay forgetting Kyle will think-”

“Never asked for my number. Like seriously? Meet-”

“Is he cute?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Umm it so matters.”

“Well yes he is adorable but that’s not it.”

“What him being cute.”

“Yes.”

“What else do you need?”

Oh goodness this is why I need more friends, or maybe more stable ones. “The fact I can talk to him and banter and it clicks. He is even better than I am.”

“Banter?”

“Joking but on a shorter level back in for and not joking like haha. Like sarcastic, witty comments. No one does that here. Or they can but not continue to go with me.”

“So you meet your soul mate?”

“NO!”

“Then why care if he hasn’t gotten your number?”

“Ahh forget this.”

“Alright Olivia. Oh and some guy stopped by earlier for you. He left this note.”

“What guy?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say much besides asking for you, and no interest in my trying to flirt with him so he just gave me the note and left.”

Okay not wanting to flirt with you I can understand. But a note for me? Who is this guy? I grab the note like it’s some sort of treasure. Goodness I must look like a complete crazy person.

“Whose it from?”

“OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS!”

“Wow love that you don’t curse especially the things you say instead. Now get on with it! Liv whose it from?” I am in shock! This can’t, like, no way! “Liv your scary me was this a bad thing? Please say you can still pay rent!”

“Shut up! This is from the guy!”

“No number grabbing guy?”

“Yeah! Like he, he, how-he, find me. Here. How could this-why did this, so not happening.”

“So good?”

“I got to go.” Before roommate could say anything I’m running out the door.

That was not a good idea! running. Why on earth did I think I could possibly a runner. I must has made it about five minutes if that before question what I was doing. Run? Okay playing a sport yes I will but to just go for a run. I walked. But walking is so slow and people feel as though they can stop you. And of course the moment I need to clear my head I would run into the person I need to figure out.

Not the new guy. If it was the new guy then that wouldn’t be so bad. However it just had to be Kyle. Him of all people. I think maybe running into, I don’t know, no solid comparison on who would have been better to see. Right now nothing is clicking in my mind.

Who do I have a roommate? I know that she believes that she is helping but really? Ahh and talking to him! It was like pulling teeth because I knew he totally knew about my roommates grand idea of us being set up. But he probably thinks it me who wants to go out on a date with him. Being so coy, oh I heard your roommate ran into Andrew earlier. Really?! I should not be this upset about it all. Right? My reaction is not justified. Or is it? Why am I getting this upset over everything? She said that we were all going to grab food or something. Or something. He knows the or something.

Maybe it was the way he said it or just me not wanting anything and knowing, or at least being told many times how he wants something. People playing with my head never ends for a good time. I am being such a women. I just need a friend to talk to. Wait where am I? I just kept walking after seeing Kyle in a storm and now it looks like I went to a foreign country. Okay turn around that seems like a good plan. Yes just turn around. I turn to actually do a little running so where I am can pass by quickly and hopefully I am not in a dangerous area.

“What can’t get enough of me?”

“Clearly not!” New guy what are you doing here?

“Well actually I can’t say that because I saw you a while back but you were walking so fast making it hard to catch up to you.”

“Oh sorry, lot of the mind so just kept going and now I need to question where I am and how I got here. Thankfully I don’t think I made any turns so that’s good.”

“Oh well that helps.”

“Yeah.”

This is totally an awkward silence moment. Was he just stalking me?

“Well my building is actually about two doors down, if that gives you any reference for where you are.”

“Honestly not at all.”

“Figured.”

“Yeah but I believe if I keep walking but up that way I shall eventually come to a reference point. Or at least that is my plan of the moment, but who knows.”

“Sounds like a reasonable one.”

“Yeah.” So is this another awkward moment of me putting in head phones and walking away? “Oh funny thing is I have talked to you about three times and I have never asked your name.”

“Oh I don’t believe I have offered it up, so that is rude on my behalf.”

“Yeah but, no will agree to that simply people curtsy.” Oh God please laugh.”

“This is true.” Okay I got a smirk that’s something. “Well I am Nathan it is lovely to have meet you, and again.”

“Well Nathan it is my pleasure.”

“What brings you down here? I am assuming you don’t live around here.”

“Well that is up for debate seeing how I am somewhat from around here however I do not know where exactly here is so, yeah.”

“Well here is about three blocks from the metro where I saw you the other day.”

“Oh okay awesome, so I am not as far as I thought. Sorry caught up in these thoughts in my head so I could have been dropped in some foreign country probably without realizing.”

“This could be a foreign country and I am simply tricking you.”

“Now Nathan why would you do such a thing?”

“I have no purpose. No clue what I was thinking.”

“Heaven only knows.”

“Fact. I am sorry though I must run. You know those Tuesday ragers won’t happen without me.”

“Oh yes clearly they only happen due to you.”

“I am glad someone understands.”

“Yes.” We do smiles and I walk past him putting in my head phones. I guess random banter is where this relation shall stay.

“Olivia?”

“Yeah?”

“Your going the wrong way.”

“Oh, ha. Thanks!” And embarrassment. Grand! 

“OLIVIA!” Oh God. “OLLLLLIVIIIIAAAA!”

“Yeah.”

“So guess who I saw today.”

“Famous or friend?

“Friend.”

“Boy or girl.”

“Ahh I saw Andrew.”

“Oh, how’s he doing?”

“Okay just telling you how’s he doing would cause you to simply ask how he’s doing.”

“Well no but you saying you saw someone we know yes, that would cause me to ask how they are doing. But clearly whatever happened matters so much more.”

“Yes clearly.” I wave my hand on for her to continue. “Well I am going to the coffee shop and debating in a iced drink or should I try this new drink and he comes walking up to me with a drink!”

“For himself.”

“No for me silly!”

“So he has two drinks.”

“Yes-”

“Well that would have been helpful-”

“He talked about his life and asked about mine-”

“He’s a gentelmen-”

“He has such a good heart-”

“Taking it you were happy-”

“Asked me to dinner-”

“But you are easily made happy so-”

“Olivia are you listening?”

“Of course.”

“Well he agreed.”

“To what?”

“Double date, tomorrow night. Kyle he is unsure if he is free but I am sure when he hears you are the other girl he will drop whatever that boy has to do.”

“You did what?”

“It’s just food.”

“Umm yeah no, not with Kyle.”

“Why would you do such a things?” All roommate goes on a ramble explaining how she was just trying to do a nice thing. She would get to know Andrew better while seeing how Kyle and I talk to see if the two of us are really meant for me. Granted her intentions were there but I just saw the new guy yesterday and my head is all types of spinning.

“Olivia I hear you, now I am just going to lay down. Please let me be for a bit.”

“Do you want chocolate?” Such a necessary girl thing to always have.

“No thank you.” I would love a lot of chocolate and a movie but that would just make matters worse. Lay down and go for a run. Yes a run that will clear my head.