Him..
"I said sit down." I said, harsher than I intended to but I was an asshole like that.
Now, that's a fucking sight for sore eyes.
Sore? You sure about that?
"And I said who the hell are you?" She shot back.
"Sit down first." I insisted.
Why isn't she listening to me? And why the hell am I getting so angry and childish?
"No. I'm not gonna sit down. I don't even know you!" She took another step back, almost directly into a large piece of glass.
"I said sit down." I raised my voice a little as I stood up. She immediately sat back down, faster than I wished to be honest. I sat down next to her.
I scared her. Dammit, I shouldn't raise my voice. She doesn't know me like she said. To her, I'm just a creepy stranger. Wait, why did she sit down? What if I was a rapist? What if I was going to kidnap her? She shouldn't have sat down. She's kind of driving me insane and I don't even know why.
"Thank you." She said.
"What?" I frowned.
"Thank you." She pointed at the glass on the ground.
"Who said that this was why I asked you to sit down?" I frowned again, my eyes trailing to her beautifully pink full lips then back to her big adorable eyes.
"First, you didn't ask. You ordered." She scolded, "Second, I don't know. It's logical. Why else would you tell me to sit down?"
Kill you, maybe? Stab you? Besides even if that was the case, I just shouted at her and she's thankful. She's really weird, and cute, and pretty, and sexy. Her skin is a little tanned and looks as soft as a feather. I want to touch every inch of her body an-- wait!
I shifted uncomfortably on the bench in somewhat tighter pants.
God, she makes me hard without even moving! What is happening to me? It's normal that I would get turned on by her; she's so hot that it is impossible for me not to. However, since when do I feel my heart beating this fast when I'm talking to a woman? Since when does my heart race at the proximity of a woman, like a high school teenager? What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Are you okay?" I cleared my throat.
"Yes, thank you." She looked at her feet.
"No, not that. Are you okay?" I asked again.
"What do you mean?" She narrowed her beautiful eyes and crunched that cute little nose of hers.
"You were crying for more than an hour, out loud, in the middle of the street." Her eyes widened and she stood up again, nearly splitting her foot open by the glass.
"Dammit, sit down or put your fucking shoes on." I stood up as well and wrapped my hand around her elbow, preventing her from going any further.
Was that fucking electricity I just felt? What the fuck?
"What did you just say?" She clenched her teeth.
"Sit down." I said with a 'duh' look.
"Did you see me cry? I mean, watch me cry?" Her angry look turned into a blush.
"Yes.. I-" She stopped me.
"Oh, god. This is embarrassing. Oh, god." She hid her face in her hands and I stayed silent for a few seconds.
I just told her that I, a complete stranger, was watching her for an hour, and she's embarrassed..? She's so unusual.
"Are you for real?" I asked in disbelief and she looked at me with her pretty eyes, sinking my soul into them even deeper.
"Are you? Why the hell were you watching me cry? Who the hell are you?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
Good. That's more like it.
"I.. uh.. I.. why the fuck were you crying in the middle of the street? In the middle of the night?" I scolded.
Great job, Dean..
"It's none of your damn business!" She shouted back as she played with the hem of her dress nervously.
True. It was absolutely none of my business, but for an unknown reason I really needed to know. I needed to figure out what happened to her. I needed to figure her out.
"Did you get kicked out?" I asked, gentler this time.
"Again. None of your damn business. Just forget what you saw and leave, will you?" She sat back down and tucked a strand of her caramel hair behind her ear.
Which is now my new favorite color.
"Are you embarrassed because I saw you crying?" I asked.
"No. I just.. I don't like crying in front of people." She said truthfully with a cute shrug.
"Why not?" I sat down next to her, a little closer than before.
"Because it makes me look weak, weaker than I would want anyone to see me. I actually never cry in front of anyone." She replied.
I thought about what she said, and decided that I didn't agree. Indeed, when I -a total stranger- saw her crying I suddenly felt that insane urge to protect her with everything I've got and I was sure there weren't a thing I wouldn't do for her to stop her from crying, or even better, to successfully put a smile on that angelic face. Yet, that wasn't classified as weakness at all, if anything, I believe it's innocence and purity, and well, it's what makes us human.
"Can you please stop staring at me and just go?" She batted her eyelashes at me so sweetly, and I was sure she wasn't aware of their effect.
"No." I replied automatically.
Fuck, I suck at this.
"Look.." and she started babbling, "I don't mean to be disrespectful or rude or anything, but I'm here, sitting alone, on a bench, in the middle of a very silent neighborhood, at three in the morning, with two suitcases full of clothes, and with no money to go anywhere, or even my cell phone, not that I would actually call anyone, but still.. maybe I could call nine-one-one if you hurt me, but now that I don't, it would be easier for you, especially that you are big." Her eyes widened as she kept on.
"I mean, old.. no, I mean, very well-muscled, not that I'm thinking about your muscles or anything, I just mean that you're strong, and obviously twice my size.. so if you do anything, like anything, I wouldn't be able to fight back. I mean, I would try of course, but it wouldn't make much of a difference, except if I kicked you in your dick, not that I'm thinking about your dick. I mean, thing. No, I'm-I'm just saying that that's the only way I would hurt you, not that I want to hurt you either, I just would if you would, hurt me, I mean.. okay, I'm-I'm going to stop talking now. Just go, please?"
That was the cutest thing I have ever seen and heard. How could someone babble on that much? How come I want to hug the life out of her right now?
Her cheeks turned deliciously red and her full lips turned into a pout that I really wanted to kiss more than anything.
Okay, slowly now because we really have a lot to function. Now, aside from my thing part and the nine-one-one call, she said she doesn't have any money to go anywhere or a cell phone to call anyone, not that she has anyone to call. Then, she said that she thinks I'm big, old, muscled, twice her size, and strong. Then was the part about my thing.. or was that after..? Anyway, then she said that she would try to protect herself if I tried anything but she wouldn't be able to except, and here came my thing, then she told me to leave. Okay.
"You are aware that you just gave me ideas, right?" I couldn't help but clench my jaw.
"What?" She cleared her throat, her face still as red as it could get.
"You just told a stranger that you don't have anywhere to go, anyone to call or even a cellphone for that matter. That you think he's strong enough to do anything he wants to you and that you're weak enough to not be able to stop him. Not. That. You. Would. Try. To. Hurt. Him." My teeth hurt from all the clenching, honestly.
And why on earth doesn't she have a phone or any money? What the fuck is she going to do now?
Again, why do I care? Why am I feeling so protective of her? I don't even know her. God, she is bothering me.
"I did, didn't I?" She cleared her throat nervously, "But..." she pointed her index finger, "I was not aware of it, if it helps." She raised her chin up.
"How does not knowing what you are saying help? It makes it worse." I bit out.
"Well, just for your information, I do know what I'm saying most of the time. I just don't only when I get nervous and start babbling, which is actually your fault here!" She waved her arms in frustration.
"How is it my fault?" I shifted on the bench, inching a little closer to her.
"You made me nervous!" She shouted.
And fuck me if I didn't like that fact.
"How?" I couldn't help but shout back.
"You refused to go away or even stop staring at me!" She pouted once more.
We are bickering stupidly like an old couple and even though I don't understand why I care so much for her and her safety, and why I feel like I need to protect her with everything in me, I still can't help but smile.
Because as illogical and insane as this conversation was, I felt something I had never felt before.
I feel my heart bumping warmth through my whole body, making me whole. Like I'm finally where I am supposed to be... How crazy is that?
"Can you just go now?" She asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
"No. Of course not. No way. No." I shook my head.
Too many answers, Dean. Too many.
Whatever, I'm not leaving her like this, with no money or a phone.
"Why not?" She frowned, and started biting on her delicately polished nails.
Well? What am Isupposed to say now?