Sorry if anybody saw I posted my other story on this one. How embarrassing. Sorry again.
I couldn't really believe he was doing this.
Maybe I really did fall down the stairs, and this is some kind of coma dream.
Boy, that would suck.
I was tempted to pinch myself, just to check.
Jeydon pulled away.
I remained silent, still pondering over the fact I could be dreaming of this whole thing.
He asked again.
"I don't know."
I couldn't help but smile too.
"I can't believe I did that."
"I can't either."
"Are you doubting me?"
I laughed, "maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know, maybe I'll cry."
"Oh, don't do that."
Our foreheads were still touching.
I didn't know what to do now.
"Where is that Jeydon Wale?!"
The Dj called from his stand.
"Shit, I got to go."
He hesitated, but pulled away after a second, running down the stairs.
I stood in a trance.
That really happened.
What I've been wanting since I met him.
I smiled, replaying the moment again and again.
I heard Jeydons' voice ring through the club.
"MaryAnne? Are you still here?"
A scream erupted from the crowd.
"I'm right here! Right here!"
I figured he was doing that random drawing thing.
I stepped down the stairs, making my way to the exit.
The cold air hit my face, cooling me off.
A voice called, sounding distant.
Great, was I hallucinating now?
I looked around, seeing someone in the distance.
I could make out that it was a boy.
"Lennox?" I called.
He waved, stepping towards me.
He came closer and closer.
He was only a few steps away when I realized it wasn't Lennox.
"Delilah, you're here."
I backed up, trying to get back into the club.
He grabbed my arm, gripping it as tight as he could.
"No no, let's talk."