When I met Him

When I Met Him: Chapter 1

hey guys! This is my new and officially first story! I hope you guys like it! -Maria

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          A sharp inhale of surprise blew through my lips and I quickly crouched down between the dense undergrowth. It couldn't be him, could it? The last time I saw him he said that he was heading toward south of Canada. And yet, there he was, sitting on the edge of the pier looking at the endless horizon of blue.

          "Torin?" I called, slowly letting myself stand up. The brooding figure turned to look in my direction. A quick glimpse of his face told me that it wasn't who I thought, or hoped, it was. A mixture of relief and disappointment took over me. He was merely a look-a-like from behind.

        His eyes -- hazel, I noted -- searched for the face to my voice. Considering we were the only ones at the pier, it was pretty easy for him to spot me, and once he did, his eyebrows raised in an inquiring manner. I shook my head at him in response, my way of saying that the call wasn't meant for him.

        But if it wasn't for him, who was it for? There was no one else here. He saw this too, and now his eyebrows shot up even further -- no longer indicating curiosity, but questioning my state of mind. 

        I'm not sure about you, but I didn't need any more people in my life thinking I was crazy. And so, with that in mind, I began to walk towards him with slow, unsure steps. My feet slapped loudly against the wooden surface, and only stopped once I'd reached the end of the pier where the boy was seated, legs dangling off the edge.      

          "'Scuse me? My name's not Torin." The boy replied, pushing his dark hair back. He leaned back on the palm of his hands, looking up at me under thick black eyelashes. He couldn't be any older than nineteen, that was for sure. I sighed as I reluctantly sat beside him, and dipped my bare legs in the water.

          "I know," I muttered, letting the warm water waft between my toes. The boy gave me a weird look, and turned his back on me. After some noises that sounded like glass bottles clanking, he came up with a bottle of vodka from a cooler beside him that I hadn't noticed until now. He faced me now with steady eyes, and jerked the bottle towards me.

          "Have some. Looks like you need it." the boy said. I glanced at the clear bottle warily. I wasn't dumb enough to take alcohol from a complete stranger, but something told me that he wasn't dangerous. Even though I felt my mouth twist in apprehension, I hesitantly lifted my hand near the bottle. The boy pushed the bottle firmly  in my hand, and my hand automatically closed its grip around the beverage, holding it loosely by its neck.

        Now that the drink was in my hand, however, I wasn't sure if drinking it would be the best decision. I've only had alcohol a few times before, and those were enough times to teach me that I don't handle alcohol very well. Neverthless, I twisted the cap open and took a swig of the bottle. The substance immediately burned my throat, and I knew my face probably turned a bright red.

          "Woah, are you okay?" The boy asked. From the corner of my eye I saw him tentively raise his hand to pat my back, but he didn't. I don't blame him though, he barely knew me. I nodded my head as I swallowed the vodka.

          "Yeah, just takes time for me to get used to the taste," I said, letting out a strangled cough. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. I was too busy taking another gulp to be embarrassed by his pointed stare. This time it didn't burn as much. He pried the bottle from my grasp and took a mouthful of the colourless liquid.

          "So..." he began, leaving an awkward silence meant for me to fill. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. When I didn't, he pursed his lips and let his eyes wander around our surroundings, evidently trying to find a topic to talk about to fill the void.