Drawn to you

Part 1

Her fingers run down my back and I look out at the garden, smile at her, and lie down next to her.

I fall asleep that night with the sound of his party in my ears, curled up in the middle of my bed, hoping not to meet him in my dreams.

Estefania

Who does he think he is? I look at the time on my phone, midnight. The music blazes through my window, I can recognize every song by name. People singing out loud to the lyrics, screaming. The screams - I am sure to come from female voices at least some of them. I joke to my mother as she passes by my room, too bad I don't have his Instagram anymore - so I could have sent him an audio and thanked him for letting me be part of his party. I am giggling and so is she. Are we neighbors, no not exactly we live a bit apart, but before those houses were built and there was no street crossing the one to the bus station, we were neighbors. A big field between us.  Guess what song is on right now, you can dance you can... you are the dancing queen, only seventeen, (I can hear every single word). I wouldn't have a problem if the same rules applied to him as to me. But that's not the case in this neighborhood. I sit outside and talk, the windows are closed vigorously, the security service comes when there is a campfire because they were called. Is it his fault, no not really, but I still feel my fingers tickling, feeling a desire, a desire to complain, a desire for revenge. 

Sean

She is sitting on a picnic blanket, the book is heavy in her hand. She smiles to herself and I raise my hand over my eyes against the blinding sun. She is surrounded by tall grass and flowers and the main street passes behind her. 

Estefania

With the key in his hand, he walks past the house entrances. He sees me and at first just stares in my direction, and where I would have looked away or looked at the floor, I look into his eyes and hold his gaze. 

Sean

She meets my gaze and holds it, I see no interest in her eyes, no casual perception, I see her silently promising to herself not to look down when someone is looking at her.

Estefania

He walks straight towards me, crossing the meadows and streets and byways that separate us.    I raise my voice as he wants to take a step closer "Have you ever heard of a pandemic?"  

I catch a small smile that has a sad tone to it and he nods slowly with a smile on his lips "Yes I have."

- What are you doing here? 

- Reading. What are you doing here? 

- Fair point.

Estefania

He runs his fingers through his curls, the same ones I adored when I was five.

Sean

She looks at me with a look that has sarcasm and charm about it, the look she had when I was seven and met her at the entrance of her house after the flamenco lessons that my little sister went to.

Estefania

"Would you like to walk a little way up there?", he points to the end of the meadow on the opposite side from which he came. 

Sean

I look at her and try to make hopeful eyes. I'm not sure if I really hope so or if I do it to win over her crush. That's how the world goes round, the reason we are not faced with a mirror but with the world, a world we want to be complimented by. 

She stands up and I stay where I am, and I know very well, even though I hardly know her as her, that if I won't stay here, she will not leave it up to me or fate how the situation unfolds.

The melody I have written to - Don't blame me by Taylor Swift :) Please consider leaving a vote, I would love to hear your thoughts on Sean and Estefania's Story, in the comments down below.