I couldn’t focus throughout class and driving home was a chore. My head spun with ideas about how the night would go and how much I wanted time to speed up yet slow down once I got to see him again.
I couldn’t even get to sleep that night. Voices started to conjure up in my mind, all saying different things with different tones,
“He’s not going to like the real you.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll fall in love the moment he sees you.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t go, don’t get your heart broken again.”
“He’s a great guy, you’ll be perfect for each other.”
“This is a bad idea.”
“This is a good idea.”
I tossed and turned, trying to make the voices stop. Eventually they did, but something replaced it.
Toby and I entered his apartment lip-to-lip. We scrambled to the bedroom and frantically started taking each other’s clothes off. The bed was already unmade, the sheets were soft. His warm breath tickled my neck as he kissed it and we lay down on the bed. He was on top of me when—
Beep beep beep!!! The sound of my alarm snapped me awake from my dream. I flew straight up and looked to my left to see the empty space that always accompanied me. I sighed, secretly wishing he was there to occupy it. This was stupid, the last time I fell for a guy this fast, he used me for what he needed and dumped me like I was nothing. I hoped Toby wouldn’t be like him.
I had to go to work, so I slumped out of bed and into the bathroom. I heard singing from the next room; my sister hollering out of tune to the Backstreet Boys. I rolled my eyes and pounded on the wall that separated our bathrooms.
“Shut up in there!” I shouted.
“Make me!” her voice rose.
I groaned, too tired to do anything about my bitchy sister. I hopped in the shower and when I was finished went to the kitchen for breakfast. I checked my phone, oddly enough for the time, as if to check if it was already five. It was only noon, and I had to go to work.
Bru Coffee Bar wasn’t as bad as Toby had exclaimed, but it wasn’t as good as Starbucks. The people I worked with were nice and the customers that came in were friendly and polite. I didn’t mind working there, it paid nice too.
I arrived there on time, dressed in the apron and hat I was given for my uniform. I saw my friend Lindi at the register and joined her behind the counter.
“Hey there.” She greeted me.
“Hi, how’s today been so far?” I asked her.
“Boring. You excited for your date?” she noticed my surprised expression, “Sunny told me.”
“Of course she did. But yeah, I’m very excited.” A customer came to the counter forcing Lindi to cut our conversation short.
I left the coffee shop at four, just in time to get ready to see Toby. As soon as I got home I rushed to my closet and searched for the perfect dress. I came across a green and black dress; the dress I wore to my senior prom in high school. I studied it more carefully, and took it off the hanger. I held it up to my body to measure it. It looked like it would fit; I hadn’t grown an inch since high school.
I slipped into it and smiled as I twirled in the mirror. I grabbed a glittery black headband and put it on, then added some bracelets and a necklace. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt beautiful. I smiled and added some pink lipgloss before gathering things into my small black handbag and grabbing some black heels.
I made my way to the living room and saw Sunny sitting on the couch watching TV.
“I need you to take me to Café La Boheme please.” I said as calm as I could.
“Why can’t you take yourself?” she asked without looking up at me.
“Cause I want Toby to take me home.” I said flatly.
“Why, so you can sleep with him again?” she snorted.
“No, we agreed to keep it simple until we get to know each other more. Please, just do this for me?”
She sighed, “God dammit.”
I walked to the door as she got up and took her keys from the kitchen counter. I smiled as we went to her VW Bug.
“Thanks!”
“Yeah.” She mumbled back. The only reason she was acting like this was because she hated giving people rides unless it was to a party. She was a party girl, she’s where I got it from. The drinking, the dancing, the hang-overs, all inspired by the girl I called my older sister.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Under a Raincloud- Part 5
We talked more about his life and all he had accomplished on YouTube. I was pretty impressed that he was sort of famous; never in my whole life of living in Los Angeles had I met, let alone slept, with a famous guy. In the middle of our conversation, his phone started to buzz in his pocket. He looked at me apologetically as he took it out and looked at it.
“Oh shit, it’s almost ten!” He stood up frantically, “I have a video to shoot at ten thirty, but I’ll text you later and we can hang out, okay?”
I got up and stood in front of him. Standing right next to him made me feel short as hell. He looked down at me and gave a half smile.
“Okay.” I replied as he touched my shoulder before heading out the coffee shop.
I turned around in time to see him wave goodbye and I waved back. Toby Turner…I think I might like this guy; a lot.
I returned home at my apartment and slumped into the couch. I laid my head back on the soft leather and shut my eyes. The emptiness of the room and the silence it endured caused me to drift off into a light sleep. However, my dream was anything but light.
I saw Toby at a bar. I didn’t recognize the interior. He was smiling as I approached him.
“Can I buy you a drink?” his voice echoed.
Suddenly, we were outside of a building. We were standing at the door, Toby attempting to hit the call button to get inside. Finally I heard a buzz and the door opened. We climbed the stairs, holding onto the railing for dear life. When we got to his front door, I leaned up against the wall, waiting for him to open the door. Instead, his body leaned into mine and he kissed me.
That was when I felt something wet on my lips and woke up to my sister laughing as she sprayed me with a water bottle.
“God dammit Sunshine, I was having a good dream!” Or was it a memory?
“Well saw-ree!” she retorted, “But you have school in twenty minutes and I thought I was being nice by waking you.”
“Bitch, that was anything but nice! God, you’re such a pain sometimes!” I got up from the couch and stomped to my room.
“Whatever.” Was all she said.
I dressed into nicer clothing and put my books in my backpack. I only had math that day, it wasn’t too big of a deal, but I wouldn’t have minded sleeping at least a minute longer to remember that night I forgot.
I shrugged it off as best as I could and returned to the living room. Sunny had replaced my seat on the couch so I went to the kitchen instead and grabbed some food. When I came back I saw she had my phone in her hand and was studying it carefully.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my temper rising.
“You got a text from that Toby guy.” She said, still staring at the screen.
“Well, give it to me.” I said in a smartass tone.
“You two are dating now? You really think that’s a good idea?”
“You’re the one who fucking told me to call him two weeks ago, and now you’re telling me that it’s not a good idea? What the hell?” I lunged at her hand to take my phone but she retreated.
“Give me my damn phone!” I yelled, practically clawing at her arm.
“Okay, okay Jesus! Calm the fuck down!” she threw it passed me and down the hall.
I slapped her arm multiple times before running after it.
“Hey girrrrl, let’s go to dinner!” it read.
My stomach jumped as I typed, “Sounds amazing!!!” then deleted it and re-typed, “Okay, sounds cool” but deleted that and typed again, “Sure, let’s do it!”
“GOD DAMMIT!” I screamed, not knowing the right words to text back. It suddenly hit me why I was acting like this. The dream I had, the morning after, meeting him at the bar, then again at Starbucks, all these encounters with him made me realize; this boy is trying to be a part of my life now. But I wasn’t sure if I could handle it or not.
I finally settled with “Alright, where at?” lame, but good enough.
I walked to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I waited impatiently for a reply, tapping my foot to the point of exhaustion. Finally my phone buzzed and I read,
“Let’s go to Hooters.” I scrunched my eyebrows as I read on, “Haha just kiddin let’s go to Café La Boheme, I know people who work there, so I could make a good reservation. See you tomorrow at five?” I jumped in my seat and texted back,
“Sounds great, I’ll see you then!”
My first date with Toby Turner, the Internet star, sounded damn good to me.
“Oh shit, it’s almost ten!” He stood up frantically, “I have a video to shoot at ten thirty, but I’ll text you later and we can hang out, okay?”
I got up and stood in front of him. Standing right next to him made me feel short as hell. He looked down at me and gave a half smile.
“Okay.” I replied as he touched my shoulder before heading out the coffee shop.
I turned around in time to see him wave goodbye and I waved back. Toby Turner…I think I might like this guy; a lot.
I returned home at my apartment and slumped into the couch. I laid my head back on the soft leather and shut my eyes. The emptiness of the room and the silence it endured caused me to drift off into a light sleep. However, my dream was anything but light.
I saw Toby at a bar. I didn’t recognize the interior. He was smiling as I approached him.
“Can I buy you a drink?” his voice echoed.
Suddenly, we were outside of a building. We were standing at the door, Toby attempting to hit the call button to get inside. Finally I heard a buzz and the door opened. We climbed the stairs, holding onto the railing for dear life. When we got to his front door, I leaned up against the wall, waiting for him to open the door. Instead, his body leaned into mine and he kissed me.
That was when I felt something wet on my lips and woke up to my sister laughing as she sprayed me with a water bottle.
“God dammit Sunshine, I was having a good dream!” Or was it a memory?
“Well saw-ree!” she retorted, “But you have school in twenty minutes and I thought I was being nice by waking you.”
“Bitch, that was anything but nice! God, you’re such a pain sometimes!” I got up from the couch and stomped to my room.
“Whatever.” Was all she said.
I dressed into nicer clothing and put my books in my backpack. I only had math that day, it wasn’t too big of a deal, but I wouldn’t have minded sleeping at least a minute longer to remember that night I forgot.
I shrugged it off as best as I could and returned to the living room. Sunny had replaced my seat on the couch so I went to the kitchen instead and grabbed some food. When I came back I saw she had my phone in her hand and was studying it carefully.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my temper rising.
“You got a text from that Toby guy.” She said, still staring at the screen.
“Well, give it to me.” I said in a smartass tone.
“You two are dating now? You really think that’s a good idea?”
“You’re the one who fucking told me to call him two weeks ago, and now you’re telling me that it’s not a good idea? What the hell?” I lunged at her hand to take my phone but she retreated.
“Give me my damn phone!” I yelled, practically clawing at her arm.
“Okay, okay Jesus! Calm the fuck down!” she threw it passed me and down the hall.
I slapped her arm multiple times before running after it.
“Hey girrrrl, let’s go to dinner!” it read.
My stomach jumped as I typed, “Sounds amazing!!!” then deleted it and re-typed, “Okay, sounds cool” but deleted that and typed again, “Sure, let’s do it!”
“GOD DAMMIT!” I screamed, not knowing the right words to text back. It suddenly hit me why I was acting like this. The dream I had, the morning after, meeting him at the bar, then again at Starbucks, all these encounters with him made me realize; this boy is trying to be a part of my life now. But I wasn’t sure if I could handle it or not.
I finally settled with “Alright, where at?” lame, but good enough.
I walked to my bedroom and sat on the bed. I waited impatiently for a reply, tapping my foot to the point of exhaustion. Finally my phone buzzed and I read,
“Let’s go to Hooters.” I scrunched my eyebrows as I read on, “Haha just kiddin let’s go to Café La Boheme, I know people who work there, so I could make a good reservation. See you tomorrow at five?” I jumped in my seat and texted back,
“Sounds great, I’ll see you then!”
My first date with Toby Turner, the Internet star, sounded damn good to me.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Under a Raincloud- Part 4
We ordered our coffee and sat at the table I had claimed before.
“So.” He started.
“So, I sorta wanted to talk about last night.”
“How’d you get my number?” he suddenly asked.
“Oh, um…do…you remember two Tuesday’s ago? That morning I…uh…woke up in your bed. You had gotten out of the shower. It was the most awkward thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire 22 years of living.” I scratched my head.
“Yes, I do actually! Crazy shit…” he took a drink of his coffee.
“Did we really have…ya know…”
“Sex? Yes we most definitely did. And, I don’t know you, but I do know that you are gorgeous and sexy and nice and stubborn, which I find attractive. So, would you like to go on a proper date with me? No more clubs, no more drinking. I prefer coffee to shitty vodka.”
I blushed, “Yes, I’d love that.”
“What’s your name?” he leaned forward and showed his dimple again.
“You’re gonna laugh.” I held in a giggle.
“Oh common, it can’t be that bad.”
“Okay…but don’t make fun of me! My name is Rainbow.”
He laughed and I couldn’t help but join. “Just call me Rain, please.”
“That’s adorable!”
“Funniest part about it is that my sister’s name is Sunshine. Everyone calls her Sunny. So we’re Sunny and Rain. Nice huh? My parents were real assholes.”
“Naw, I love it! My name isn’t as cool or creative as yours though. I’m Toby Turner.” He introduced himself for the third time meeting him.
“Nice name; you look like a Toby.” I laid my chin in my hand and stationed my elbow on the table.
“Well thanks!” He leaned back and sighed. He raised his arms up in a stretch that revealed a thin line of skin between his pants and his shirt. My eyes were drawn to it and I stared awkwardly without comprehending the fact that it was creepy.
My attention was drawn back to his face when he put his arms down and I shook my head, trying to get back from my raunchy daydream. He looked at me and smiled again before asking,
“So…how long have you lived in L.A?”
“Pretty much my whole life; my parents now live in San Fran but I stayed here with my sister because I love it too much. How about you?”
“Moved here in 2008 from Florida. Grew up there but had wanted to live in L.A my whole life so here I am!”
“Wow, sounds like you’re livin’ the dream!” I grinned.
“Totally am! What do you do for a living?” he threw another question at me.
“I’m a student at California State University, and work part-time at Bru Coffee Bar.”
“Oh, that place?! I hate their coffee, why the hell are you working there?”
I laughed, “Cause that was the only place hiring at the time ‘cept here but they rejected me.”
Toby suddenly straight up yelled, “You guys should’ve hired her!” to the entire shop. I practically jumped out of my seat to try and cover his mouth but he was leaned too far back I couldn’t reach.
His smile was from ear-to-ear. I felt my face redden up as people looked at us, but Toby didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Okay smartass, how about you? Where do you work?” I tried my best to be playful even though he embarrassed me.
“I make videos and put them on YouTube.” He said casually.
“Really? You get paid for that?”
“Yeah, I’m partnered with them. I also do small segments for different shows and TV channels. Been in a couple of web shows, sometimes I do music gigs, but most of my time is devoted to the audience.”
This was beginning to get weird.
“The audience?” I repeated.
“Yeah, that’s what I call my fans. Weird, I know, I have no idea where I came up with it. I guess it’s just what makes the most sense ya know? The viewers are my audience; therefore, I call them audience.”
Now that I had found out he made videos on YouTube, I didn’t find that quite as awkward as I had before when I heard him talking to his iPhone.
“Oh, alrighty then.” I took a sip from my coffee cup and shrugged, “Sounds like fun!”
“It really is. I love those guys; they make my life a whole hell of a lot easier.” He let out a breath of laughter.
“Good to know! I wish I had fans. How many subscribers do you have and, do you get like, tons of girls commenting on your videos and shit?” I asked.
“I have about 1.4 million subbers on my main channel. But yeah, I have people saying they love me from all over the world, that my comedy has helped them through hard times, and I’ve gotten plenty of marriage proposals and ‘hothothot’s.”
He noticed my confused expression and explained again, “I say hothothot when I see an attractive girl. It’s one of my comedy acts I guess. Then again, I sometimes say it out of spite, not realizing I’m saying anything. Like last night at the bar, ‘member?”
“Yeah, yeah I remember that. And this morning…Just one last thing.” I had to get this out, “What the fuck does Tobuscus mean?”
“Honestly?” he leaned in and whispered, “I have no idea.”
I giggled at his seriousness.
“Toby is my name right? So removing the –y and adding –uscus then smushing the two words together just made it epic and I kept it. You can add –uscus to any name. Try it!”
“Rainbuscus?”
“Yes!” he serenaded my ears with his laugh.
“Wow Toby, you’re a weird guy, you know that right?”
He chuckled, “Damn straight.”
“So.” He started.
“So, I sorta wanted to talk about last night.”
“How’d you get my number?” he suddenly asked.
“Oh, um…do…you remember two Tuesday’s ago? That morning I…uh…woke up in your bed. You had gotten out of the shower. It was the most awkward thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire 22 years of living.” I scratched my head.
“Yes, I do actually! Crazy shit…” he took a drink of his coffee.
“Did we really have…ya know…”
“Sex? Yes we most definitely did. And, I don’t know you, but I do know that you are gorgeous and sexy and nice and stubborn, which I find attractive. So, would you like to go on a proper date with me? No more clubs, no more drinking. I prefer coffee to shitty vodka.”
I blushed, “Yes, I’d love that.”
“What’s your name?” he leaned forward and showed his dimple again.
“You’re gonna laugh.” I held in a giggle.
“Oh common, it can’t be that bad.”
“Okay…but don’t make fun of me! My name is Rainbow.”
He laughed and I couldn’t help but join. “Just call me Rain, please.”
“That’s adorable!”
“Funniest part about it is that my sister’s name is Sunshine. Everyone calls her Sunny. So we’re Sunny and Rain. Nice huh? My parents were real assholes.”
“Naw, I love it! My name isn’t as cool or creative as yours though. I’m Toby Turner.” He introduced himself for the third time meeting him.
“Nice name; you look like a Toby.” I laid my chin in my hand and stationed my elbow on the table.
“Well thanks!” He leaned back and sighed. He raised his arms up in a stretch that revealed a thin line of skin between his pants and his shirt. My eyes were drawn to it and I stared awkwardly without comprehending the fact that it was creepy.
My attention was drawn back to his face when he put his arms down and I shook my head, trying to get back from my raunchy daydream. He looked at me and smiled again before asking,
“So…how long have you lived in L.A?”
“Pretty much my whole life; my parents now live in San Fran but I stayed here with my sister because I love it too much. How about you?”
“Moved here in 2008 from Florida. Grew up there but had wanted to live in L.A my whole life so here I am!”
“Wow, sounds like you’re livin’ the dream!” I grinned.
“Totally am! What do you do for a living?” he threw another question at me.
“I’m a student at California State University, and work part-time at Bru Coffee Bar.”
“Oh, that place?! I hate their coffee, why the hell are you working there?”
I laughed, “Cause that was the only place hiring at the time ‘cept here but they rejected me.”
Toby suddenly straight up yelled, “You guys should’ve hired her!” to the entire shop. I practically jumped out of my seat to try and cover his mouth but he was leaned too far back I couldn’t reach.
His smile was from ear-to-ear. I felt my face redden up as people looked at us, but Toby didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Okay smartass, how about you? Where do you work?” I tried my best to be playful even though he embarrassed me.
“I make videos and put them on YouTube.” He said casually.
“Really? You get paid for that?”
“Yeah, I’m partnered with them. I also do small segments for different shows and TV channels. Been in a couple of web shows, sometimes I do music gigs, but most of my time is devoted to the audience.”
This was beginning to get weird.
“The audience?” I repeated.
“Yeah, that’s what I call my fans. Weird, I know, I have no idea where I came up with it. I guess it’s just what makes the most sense ya know? The viewers are my audience; therefore, I call them audience.”
Now that I had found out he made videos on YouTube, I didn’t find that quite as awkward as I had before when I heard him talking to his iPhone.
“Oh, alrighty then.” I took a sip from my coffee cup and shrugged, “Sounds like fun!”
“It really is. I love those guys; they make my life a whole hell of a lot easier.” He let out a breath of laughter.
“Good to know! I wish I had fans. How many subscribers do you have and, do you get like, tons of girls commenting on your videos and shit?” I asked.
“I have about 1.4 million subbers on my main channel. But yeah, I have people saying they love me from all over the world, that my comedy has helped them through hard times, and I’ve gotten plenty of marriage proposals and ‘hothothot’s.”
He noticed my confused expression and explained again, “I say hothothot when I see an attractive girl. It’s one of my comedy acts I guess. Then again, I sometimes say it out of spite, not realizing I’m saying anything. Like last night at the bar, ‘member?”
“Yeah, yeah I remember that. And this morning…Just one last thing.” I had to get this out, “What the fuck does Tobuscus mean?”
“Honestly?” he leaned in and whispered, “I have no idea.”
I giggled at his seriousness.
“Toby is my name right? So removing the –y and adding –uscus then smushing the two words together just made it epic and I kept it. You can add –uscus to any name. Try it!”
“Rainbuscus?”
“Yes!” he serenaded my ears with his laugh.
“Wow Toby, you’re a weird guy, you know that right?”
He chuckled, “Damn straight.”
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Under a Raincloud- Part 3
We left about thirty minutes later. The bar wasn’t as much fun as we had anticipated. When we got outside, a group of people stood next to the entrance on the right. I casually glanced at it, not paying much attention as to whom was in it, until I heard an interesting yell.
“WHEEEEEEEEW!” I looked to the left and saw Toby, holding an iPhone pointed at him and somehow gliding across the ground.
I scrunched my eyebrows as he said something about an audience. I looked around and saw nobody was around him. “Oh great,” I thought, “this guy is crazy.” But somehow his enthusiasm, even after I had rejected him, was adorable. My heart warmed up as I heard him laugh. It was a laugh that was unforgettable.
I stood there a while longer, watching him pace back and forth down the block and listening to him ramble until Sunny pulled my arm towards the car. Somehow, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, but I was forced to go back home.
When my sister and I got dropped off, I headed straight to my bedroom to change. What a pointless night. I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. I swore to myself I would never go to another club again…well…at least not for a long time. I rolled onto my side and sighed. I kinda wanted to talk to that strange boy Toby again.
I woke up with a kink in my back.
“Ugh.” I groaned as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked over at my phone but saw I had no messages. Without thinking, I reached over, picked it up, and found the number I’d put into my phone but never called two weeks ago.
“Hello?” A sleepy voice answered.
“Hi, is this…uh…Toby?” I said in the same tone.
“Yeah, who’s this?”
“This is that one girl from the bar last night…I kinda rejected you…remember?”
He chuckled, “Oh yeah! Hothothothothot, what’s up?”
I grinned, “I was just wondering if you wanted to go get coffee at Starbucks in about an hour?” I bit my lip.
“Yeah totally!” he exclaimed; I could practically hear his wide smile though the phone.
“Alright…I’ll see you soon.” I smiled.
“Sounds good!”
I hung up and took a deep breath. Meeting him outside the club was going to be interesting. I dressed in a loose sweater and blue jeans since it was sorta chilly in the morning. I put on a hand-knitted hat and scarf before heading out the door.
I was nervous the entire drive there, preparing what I’d say to him and what to say if the subject of that one morning came up. When I got there, I walked into the warm café and took a deep breath in. I treaded further inside and sat down at a table facing the doorway. I checked my phone for the time—8:00 exact. I subconsciously stared at the door, waiting for what seemed like an eternity until I saw him.
He was wearing a black jacket over a purple shirt that said “Tobuscus” on it again. Seriously, what the hell is a Tobuscus? No matter, I’d say he looked pretty hot in that jacket of his. He opened the door and walked in, looking around for me. I stood up and headed towards him. He smiled as I approached him.
“Hi!” he greeted me.
“Hey.”
“Did you order yet?”
“Nope—I was waiting for you.”
He grinned and revealed a dimple in his cheek I hadn’t noticed before. Oh dimples…my weakness.
Sorry it's a little short :/
“WHEEEEEEEEW!” I looked to the left and saw Toby, holding an iPhone pointed at him and somehow gliding across the ground.
I scrunched my eyebrows as he said something about an audience. I looked around and saw nobody was around him. “Oh great,” I thought, “this guy is crazy.” But somehow his enthusiasm, even after I had rejected him, was adorable. My heart warmed up as I heard him laugh. It was a laugh that was unforgettable.
I stood there a while longer, watching him pace back and forth down the block and listening to him ramble until Sunny pulled my arm towards the car. Somehow, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, but I was forced to go back home.
When my sister and I got dropped off, I headed straight to my bedroom to change. What a pointless night. I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. I swore to myself I would never go to another club again…well…at least not for a long time. I rolled onto my side and sighed. I kinda wanted to talk to that strange boy Toby again.
I woke up with a kink in my back.
“Ugh.” I groaned as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked over at my phone but saw I had no messages. Without thinking, I reached over, picked it up, and found the number I’d put into my phone but never called two weeks ago.
“Hello?” A sleepy voice answered.
“Hi, is this…uh…Toby?” I said in the same tone.
“Yeah, who’s this?”
“This is that one girl from the bar last night…I kinda rejected you…remember?”
He chuckled, “Oh yeah! Hothothothothot, what’s up?”
I grinned, “I was just wondering if you wanted to go get coffee at Starbucks in about an hour?” I bit my lip.
“Yeah totally!” he exclaimed; I could practically hear his wide smile though the phone.
“Alright…I’ll see you soon.” I smiled.
“Sounds good!”
I hung up and took a deep breath. Meeting him outside the club was going to be interesting. I dressed in a loose sweater and blue jeans since it was sorta chilly in the morning. I put on a hand-knitted hat and scarf before heading out the door.
I was nervous the entire drive there, preparing what I’d say to him and what to say if the subject of that one morning came up. When I got there, I walked into the warm café and took a deep breath in. I treaded further inside and sat down at a table facing the doorway. I checked my phone for the time—8:00 exact. I subconsciously stared at the door, waiting for what seemed like an eternity until I saw him.
He was wearing a black jacket over a purple shirt that said “Tobuscus” on it again. Seriously, what the hell is a Tobuscus? No matter, I’d say he looked pretty hot in that jacket of his. He opened the door and walked in, looking around for me. I stood up and headed towards him. He smiled as I approached him.
“Hi!” he greeted me.
“Hey.”
“Did you order yet?”
“Nope—I was waiting for you.”
He grinned and revealed a dimple in his cheek I hadn’t noticed before. Oh dimples…my weakness.
Sorry it's a little short :/
Under a Raincloud- Part 2
I grabbed a cab home and walked into my two bedroom apartment I shared with my sister, Sunshine. She wasn’t home at the time; I supposed she was out getting coffee like she usually did around this hour. I went into my bedroom and into the conjoined bathroom. I really needed a hot shower.
Once the water was hot enough, I stripped naked again and climbed in. The water felt amazing, and matted my wild and crazy raven black hair down into a washable state. I scrubbed my body after washing my hair and felt my headache slowly slip down the drain along with the lavender scented soap.
After the amazing shower, I went to my closet and picked out skinny jeans and a music-themed T-shirt. I changed just in time to hear the door open and my sister walk in. She called out my name and I walked out to the living room.
“Hey hon, how’s your hang-over?” She laughed as she set down a Starbucks cup and inched it towards me.
I sat down at the counter and grabbed the cup. I took a deep breath, letting the scent engulf my lungs. I took a sip, knowing it’d be scorching hot and answered.
“I’m doing…better. You will not believe where I woke up this morning.” I chuckled as I took another sip.
She grinned, “Lemme guess, that super hot guy who asked you to dance? We all knew you two were gonna hook up after the club, especially after the number of shots you took!”
I grunted, almost spitting out the coffee I had lingering in my mouth. “Oh God, I remember the shots now.” I closed my eyes, rubbing my temple with my index and middle finger.
“Yeah, that boy who took you home; I think his name was Toby-something. I made sure I had his number, just in case. Do you want it?” She smirked at me, knowing I did.
“I’m not sure.” I lied. I didn’t want to rush into anything…well, anymore than we already had. “Do you know anything else I should?”
“No, not really; but I think sometime you need to call him and talk. I know you don’t wanna forget about him, even if you regret doing it.”
I subconsciously nodded and this time took a giant gulp of my coffee.
“Just give me his number.” I sighed, holding my hand out.
She reached in her purse and took out a piece of paper. She put it in my hand and I looked at it. The numbers were crooked and different sizes, making it obvious he was pretty damn drunk when he wrote it down. I was nervous that it couldn’t have been his number at all, but I put it in my cell phone anyway and gave the paper back to my sister.
“Call him.” She smiled and winked.
I smiled back and stared at the new contact I had just made in my phone. I wasn’t going to call him, not yet.
About two weeks passed since the day I had woken up in that unfamiliar room, but I made no attempt to follow my sister’s advice. I didn’t call or text or even give the guy another thought until she brought him up in a girls night out conversation.
“Yeah, she woke up in his apartment, totally nude, totally hung-over, totally confused.” She laughed as she told the story to our friends; the same friends we had gone out with the night before I met the boy in his room.
“No fucking way!” Our friend Nikki laughed along.
“True story,” I joined in, “Didn’t know where the hell I was or who the hell he was. All I know is that he was super hot, and it must’ve been some pretty damn good sex ‘cause I don’t remember it at all!” I laughed with the group as the car our other friend Monica drove stopped in front of a night club.
We all piled out; Sunny, Nikki, another gal pal Tina, Monica and I and treaded to the front door. The bouncer nodded in approval at our tight dresses and high heels and let us right in.
When we got inside, the music booming louder and louder, I was greeted by the sensational smell of guys’ deodorant working in their favor. Our group headed towards a booth near the back, behind the bar, and sat down. Monica went to the bar and grabbed us all some drinks.
As we all sat there, sipping our drinks, getting into the mood of things, a boy on the dance floor caught my eye. He didn’t look like he was dancing however; he looked like he was having a seizure. His arms wiggled around and his feet mirrored them; but he looked as if he was having fun, so I giggled and watched. As he was “dancing” along to the beat, a girl approached him and started to dance with him. That drew my focus away from him, but I kept an eye out for when she’d leave.
After the song had ended, I saw the girl brush his hair behind his ear and whisper something. He nodded but stayed put as she walked to the bar. This was my chance.
“Excuse me guys.” I said as I stood up and adjusted my silver glittery dress.
The music had changed to “Party Rock Anthem” and I saw the boy pump both fists in the air, screaming “WOOO!” I giggled again as I slid in front of him.
“Hey sexy.” I flirted.
I heard him mumble the word “hot” over and over super fast as he looked down at me and he laughed nervously as I put my hands on his chest. I turned around and felt him put his hands on my waist. We swayed to the beat and I felt the temperature rise. As the end of the song came around, I felt his breath on the back of my neck as he mentioned a familiar name.
“My name is Toby, in case you were wondering!”
I whipped around and looked more closely at him. Tall, skinny, brown hair, and he was even wearing that green shirt.
“Oh…oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I turned and walked passed him.
“Wait!” he called out but I didn’t turn around.
I walked passed the bar and towards my friends when I felt a sweaty hand on my shoulder.
“Hey! What’s wrong?” I instinctively turned around and saw him in the light of the bar. His eyes were a shade of green that pierced into me. I smiled but wiped it off as quickly as it had appeared.
“I…I can’t talk to you now.” I tried to make him leave but he didn’t listen.
When the song ended, the girl Toby had been dancing with before walked up to us with two shots in her hands.
“Drink up.” She offered it to him but he shooed her away, keeping his focus on me.
“Who’s this bitch?” she snapped at him.
“Your worst nightmare, you stupid whore.” I retorted back, causing Toby to hiccup a laugh.
She snorted and turned back to the bar. I continued on making my way to our table but was stopped again.
“I recognize those eyes,” he caught my attention, “You’re that girl I can’t stop thinking about. Where have I seen you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I marched up to our table and sat down. I watched his spirit die and he went back to the dance floor, getting lost in the crowd.
“Who was that guy?” Monica asked.
“No one, just a guy at a bar.” I downed a shot and shivered. Just a guy at a bar.
Once the water was hot enough, I stripped naked again and climbed in. The water felt amazing, and matted my wild and crazy raven black hair down into a washable state. I scrubbed my body after washing my hair and felt my headache slowly slip down the drain along with the lavender scented soap.
After the amazing shower, I went to my closet and picked out skinny jeans and a music-themed T-shirt. I changed just in time to hear the door open and my sister walk in. She called out my name and I walked out to the living room.
“Hey hon, how’s your hang-over?” She laughed as she set down a Starbucks cup and inched it towards me.
I sat down at the counter and grabbed the cup. I took a deep breath, letting the scent engulf my lungs. I took a sip, knowing it’d be scorching hot and answered.
“I’m doing…better. You will not believe where I woke up this morning.” I chuckled as I took another sip.
She grinned, “Lemme guess, that super hot guy who asked you to dance? We all knew you two were gonna hook up after the club, especially after the number of shots you took!”
I grunted, almost spitting out the coffee I had lingering in my mouth. “Oh God, I remember the shots now.” I closed my eyes, rubbing my temple with my index and middle finger.
“Yeah, that boy who took you home; I think his name was Toby-something. I made sure I had his number, just in case. Do you want it?” She smirked at me, knowing I did.
“I’m not sure.” I lied. I didn’t want to rush into anything…well, anymore than we already had. “Do you know anything else I should?”
“No, not really; but I think sometime you need to call him and talk. I know you don’t wanna forget about him, even if you regret doing it.”
I subconsciously nodded and this time took a giant gulp of my coffee.
“Just give me his number.” I sighed, holding my hand out.
She reached in her purse and took out a piece of paper. She put it in my hand and I looked at it. The numbers were crooked and different sizes, making it obvious he was pretty damn drunk when he wrote it down. I was nervous that it couldn’t have been his number at all, but I put it in my cell phone anyway and gave the paper back to my sister.
“Call him.” She smiled and winked.
I smiled back and stared at the new contact I had just made in my phone. I wasn’t going to call him, not yet.
About two weeks passed since the day I had woken up in that unfamiliar room, but I made no attempt to follow my sister’s advice. I didn’t call or text or even give the guy another thought until she brought him up in a girls night out conversation.
“Yeah, she woke up in his apartment, totally nude, totally hung-over, totally confused.” She laughed as she told the story to our friends; the same friends we had gone out with the night before I met the boy in his room.
“No fucking way!” Our friend Nikki laughed along.
“True story,” I joined in, “Didn’t know where the hell I was or who the hell he was. All I know is that he was super hot, and it must’ve been some pretty damn good sex ‘cause I don’t remember it at all!” I laughed with the group as the car our other friend Monica drove stopped in front of a night club.
We all piled out; Sunny, Nikki, another gal pal Tina, Monica and I and treaded to the front door. The bouncer nodded in approval at our tight dresses and high heels and let us right in.
When we got inside, the music booming louder and louder, I was greeted by the sensational smell of guys’ deodorant working in their favor. Our group headed towards a booth near the back, behind the bar, and sat down. Monica went to the bar and grabbed us all some drinks.
As we all sat there, sipping our drinks, getting into the mood of things, a boy on the dance floor caught my eye. He didn’t look like he was dancing however; he looked like he was having a seizure. His arms wiggled around and his feet mirrored them; but he looked as if he was having fun, so I giggled and watched. As he was “dancing” along to the beat, a girl approached him and started to dance with him. That drew my focus away from him, but I kept an eye out for when she’d leave.
After the song had ended, I saw the girl brush his hair behind his ear and whisper something. He nodded but stayed put as she walked to the bar. This was my chance.
“Excuse me guys.” I said as I stood up and adjusted my silver glittery dress.
The music had changed to “Party Rock Anthem” and I saw the boy pump both fists in the air, screaming “WOOO!” I giggled again as I slid in front of him.
“Hey sexy.” I flirted.
I heard him mumble the word “hot” over and over super fast as he looked down at me and he laughed nervously as I put my hands on his chest. I turned around and felt him put his hands on my waist. We swayed to the beat and I felt the temperature rise. As the end of the song came around, I felt his breath on the back of my neck as he mentioned a familiar name.
“My name is Toby, in case you were wondering!”
I whipped around and looked more closely at him. Tall, skinny, brown hair, and he was even wearing that green shirt.
“Oh…oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I turned and walked passed him.
“Wait!” he called out but I didn’t turn around.
I walked passed the bar and towards my friends when I felt a sweaty hand on my shoulder.
“Hey! What’s wrong?” I instinctively turned around and saw him in the light of the bar. His eyes were a shade of green that pierced into me. I smiled but wiped it off as quickly as it had appeared.
“I…I can’t talk to you now.” I tried to make him leave but he didn’t listen.
When the song ended, the girl Toby had been dancing with before walked up to us with two shots in her hands.
“Drink up.” She offered it to him but he shooed her away, keeping his focus on me.
“Who’s this bitch?” she snapped at him.
“Your worst nightmare, you stupid whore.” I retorted back, causing Toby to hiccup a laugh.
She snorted and turned back to the bar. I continued on making my way to our table but was stopped again.
“I recognize those eyes,” he caught my attention, “You’re that girl I can’t stop thinking about. Where have I seen you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I marched up to our table and sat down. I watched his spirit die and he went back to the dance floor, getting lost in the crowd.
“Who was that guy?” Monica asked.
“No one, just a guy at a bar.” I downed a shot and shivered. Just a guy at a bar.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Under a Raincloud- Part 1
I fluttered my eyes open. As I did, a sensational pain rang throughout my head. I grumbled and groaned, holding my forehead in the palm of my hand and struggled to sit up. When I opened my eyes up all the way I saw I was in a bedroom. Not knowing whose it was, I turned my head to the right and noticed my clothing on the floor. I tilted my head to the side slightly and looked down at my own body. I was lying in a queen sized bed, a big fluffy comforter hung off and hit the ground in a heap as I moved my leg. Only a thin, white bed sheet covered my body and when I looked underneath it I saw I was completely naked. Oh no.
I looked to my left and saw a multitude of different colored shirts on a dresser and a mirror that reflected the entire bed, including me. My black hair was a mess; pieces of it flew off in different directions and I had to move my bangs out of the way in order to see myself clearly. The rainbow tattoo on my left shoulder stood out to me, and reminded me that even if I was in deep shit, it would get better.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound shook the left side of the bed and I noticed an iPhone on the side-table drawer. I didn’t know what to do, so I let it buzz until it stopped. I heard noise come from a room next to the mirror. A shower door opened and shut, and my heart beat started to rise. I waited a couple more seconds, head still pounding in my skull, until a tall, skinny, good-looking man walked into the room. All he was wearing was a towel around his waist; his chest was white but he had some muscle to show. I let a small smile slip from my lips as he looked right back at me, his wet brown hair coming in front of his face in curls. He looked troubled and worried but he smiled back.
“Um…hi.” He laughed nervously, clutching the towel in his right hand.
“Hi…” I answered back.
We stared at each other in awkwardness, not knowing what to do or say next. Finally, I decided it would be better if I was dressed, so I leaned over and attempted to grab my clothes. As I was reaching to grab my bra, my right boob slipped out from under the cover and I scrambled to get it covered back up. I looked at the boy and knew he had seen; his face was a light shade of pink but he was smiling keenly.
I felt my face burn up as I turned my back towards him, dressing myself back in the clothes I hadn’t remembered taking off. I was wearing a black and white dress with bright red panties and matching bra. A flash of the boy unhooking my bra corrupted my mind but I blinked my eyes and the image went away.
I turned back to look at him. His jeans were on and he was pulling a green shirt on over his head. I saw it said something on it, so I squinted my eyes to see clearly. The shirt said “Tobuscus” in white lettering. I scrunched my face up in confusion; I had no clue what the fuck a Tobuscus was. But the boy wearing it was insanely hot so I didn’t think twice about it.
“Uhh, I’m gonna go…” I said as I slowly stood up and picked up my black heels in the corner of the bedroom.
“Oh…okay yeah, that’s probably best.” He scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip.
I made my way to the hallway and found the front door. As I opened it, I heard the boy say something.
“What was that?” I called back.
“Toby.” Was all he said.
I nodded in acknowledgement but didn’t have time to give him my name. I wanted to go home. I wanted to know what happened last night.
I looked to my left and saw a multitude of different colored shirts on a dresser and a mirror that reflected the entire bed, including me. My black hair was a mess; pieces of it flew off in different directions and I had to move my bangs out of the way in order to see myself clearly. The rainbow tattoo on my left shoulder stood out to me, and reminded me that even if I was in deep shit, it would get better.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound shook the left side of the bed and I noticed an iPhone on the side-table drawer. I didn’t know what to do, so I let it buzz until it stopped. I heard noise come from a room next to the mirror. A shower door opened and shut, and my heart beat started to rise. I waited a couple more seconds, head still pounding in my skull, until a tall, skinny, good-looking man walked into the room. All he was wearing was a towel around his waist; his chest was white but he had some muscle to show. I let a small smile slip from my lips as he looked right back at me, his wet brown hair coming in front of his face in curls. He looked troubled and worried but he smiled back.
“Um…hi.” He laughed nervously, clutching the towel in his right hand.
“Hi…” I answered back.
We stared at each other in awkwardness, not knowing what to do or say next. Finally, I decided it would be better if I was dressed, so I leaned over and attempted to grab my clothes. As I was reaching to grab my bra, my right boob slipped out from under the cover and I scrambled to get it covered back up. I looked at the boy and knew he had seen; his face was a light shade of pink but he was smiling keenly.
I felt my face burn up as I turned my back towards him, dressing myself back in the clothes I hadn’t remembered taking off. I was wearing a black and white dress with bright red panties and matching bra. A flash of the boy unhooking my bra corrupted my mind but I blinked my eyes and the image went away.
I turned back to look at him. His jeans were on and he was pulling a green shirt on over his head. I saw it said something on it, so I squinted my eyes to see clearly. The shirt said “Tobuscus” in white lettering. I scrunched my face up in confusion; I had no clue what the fuck a Tobuscus was. But the boy wearing it was insanely hot so I didn’t think twice about it.
“Uhh, I’m gonna go…” I said as I slowly stood up and picked up my black heels in the corner of the bedroom.
“Oh…okay yeah, that’s probably best.” He scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip.
I made my way to the hallway and found the front door. As I opened it, I heard the boy say something.
“What was that?” I called back.
“Toby.” Was all he said.
I nodded in acknowledgement but didn’t have time to give him my name. I wanted to go home. I wanted to know what happened last night.
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