Okay, so you may or may not remember this~ greystream.deviantart.com/jour…
Where this guy that looked exactly like Eren was flirting with me, SO IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER, GO READ IT! But anyway, this happened... Saturday? Yeah, Saturday, and I just remembered to write about it hehe... So, here you go!
And by the way, every Saturday while I'm in PR, we volunteered at an animal shelter thing, so, that's where this takes place :3
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Life on the run was filled with dreams, some at night during sleep, real dreams, and some when the mind was awake but drifting. Most were terrifying, the nightmares of the shadows growing bolder and larger. Others were pleasant wishes of a rosy future, free of the past. These were rare, Patrick had learned. Life on the run was life in the past. There was no closure
I looked up from my book for two reasons. One, to see who was interrupting me from reading my book, and two, because this person actually spoke English, nevermind sounded familiar. Then it hit me. Brown hair, green eyes. Holy shit it was him.
"Hey." I responded with a smile, trying my best to stay calm. I closed my book and set it on my lap. "What're you doing here?"
"I live in Puerto Rico, unlike you." He responded. I rolled my eyes and looked off to the side. He laughed lightly. "I thought you'd be gone by now. What're you doing here?"
"Volunteer work." I said bluntly.
"So you're an animal person?" He asked. I hummed in response. He smiled and sat in the empty seat next to me.
"Do you have a habit of sitting next to strangers?" I asked, slightly turning to face him.
He shrugged. "It's an addiction, I can't help it. Especially if the strangers are pretty, nerdy girls with green-yet-brown eyes and a cute smile." He said. I took a deep breath to control the blush that rose to my cheeks and looked away. He laughed at my reaction and brought his hand up to my cheek, turning my head so I was facing him again. "So when are you leaving?"
"Tuesday." I said. (Wow I kept all my answers short and to the point wtf me)
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" I weakly nodded, trying SO HARD to ignore the fact that his hand was still on my cheek. Also trying to ignore that a bunch of people just happened to be walking by, and were whispering "Awwws" to each other. "What time?" He asked.
I leaned away a little and let out a small laugh. "Why do you care?"
He shrugged and set that hand that was on my cheek on top of my hand. "Why shouldn't I?" He responded.
"Hmm, I don't know, maybe because you met me for about fifteen minutes, and then just happened to see me two weeks later, when I don't even know your name. And I'm sure you do this to all the girls you meet, right? Tell them that they're pretty and then flirt a little, and then never see them again and move on to the next vulnerable face?" I asked, drawing my hand to my chest and slightly scooting away while looking forward.
He gave me a concerned look and leaned forward in attempt to catch my eyes. "You're really not used to this, are you?" He asked.
"What makes you think I would be?"
He sighed with a small smile. "Look at you. I mean, you have the pretty black hair, those stunning eyes, you're short and cute, and shy and quiet with your nose stuck in a book. And then you're strong and you've got that tongue of yours. I assumed that you would be used to guys trying to show some affection."
I mumbled something along the lines of, "You'd be surprised on how much I'm ignored." Before he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my chest. Since I had it so tightly against myself, he basically dragged my body with him too, so I was face to face with him.
"Now tell me, what time is you flight?" He asked softly.
I was silent for a moment. "Two to three in the afternoon." I said.
He grinned and darted his gaze from my eyes to my lips. "Okay, then..." He whispered. I took in a breath and quickly drew away, setting my hands in my lap. He laughed and stood up. "Oh, and I've been meaning to ask you... what's your necklace?"
I raised my hand up to it and stroked it lightly to feel what it was. "A moon." I said.
"Why a moon?" He asked.
"Because you have to shoot for the stars. And if you miss, you'll land on the moon." I said. (That's like my life motto by the way... Yep)
He grinned and ran a hand through his hair while lightly shaking his head. "You really are somethin' aren't you, Bela?" He asked.
"I guess you could say that." I said with a soft smile.
He grinned before quickly bending down and kissing the top of my head. I blushed furiously and sat still. He chuckled at my reaction. "See you some other time, Bela!" He called as he walked away.
After about five minutes, I realized that I still didn't know his name.
HELP ME I'M DYING HHHHHH
AND WTF DOES ME MEAN
WHY DID HE WANT TO KNOW MY FLIGHT
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN GUYS I DON'T KNOW THE FLIRT GAME
HELP ME I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
Okay that's it. XD
Thanks For Reading!