I run up his steps and rock back and forth undecidedly. He doesn't know I'm coming. At this point I should knock, but if I don't then everything stays normal and predictable, that's good right? What would he do if I ask what I want to ask, it's a dangerous risk. I wipe my sweaty palms on my ripped black jeans and brush curly strands of auburn hair out my hazel green eyes. I knock and his voice rings clear in reply, a rich deep sound. His response was a simple "I'm coming." Does he already have low expectations for who's here? Stop overthinking it! He opens the door. I glance at what he's wearing, a black sleeveless tee, sweatpants, and Adidas slides. His bare arms are lightly toned and tanned. I glimpse his eyes, blue eyes with rings of green, then glance at the floor, a flush rising in my features. "I was wondering if you had the time to hang out.... or something?" I blurt. Or something, what the heck. He looks shocked for a second then his usual smile comes to his face. "You know you could have just texted me." He muses. I melt and he laughs softly at my reaction. Why didn't I think of that? "No, I mean yes... stop laughing at me." I stutter. --------------------------------------- Joining the lights is a story of complicated insides, depression, anxiety, with a large helping of love.
9 parts