I've been hanging with Delaina and Vlad at the Inside almost every day since I've moved to Chicago. Ashleigh has already met them, loves them, and makes fun of me and my crush on Vlad every chance she gets. She doesn't know what they can do, or why I'm always staying over Delaina's house, but she's always at work. Her job is beginning to kill her.
Today is a simple, ordinary Saturday night. I'm staying over, and Delaina, Vlad, and I are sitting around in one of the top floor's rounded rooms with Alex, who Vlad had to go get from an Applebee's when his ride went off with his date. Alex just drifted off to sleep, where he will be greeted with a lovely hangover in the morning.
Delaina, Vlad and I are sitting around discussing the facts on the Snapple caps. Delaina's finishing up her rant about the room sized VCR when her cell phone rings. She leaves the room to take the call.
Leaving me alone with Vlad again. I was sitting next to Alex's unconscious form on the bed on the other side of the room. The room goes silent.
Okay, one would wonder why I haven't said anything to him yet. Something along the lines of "Hey, I like you, want to go for a smoothie?" But I can't. I've just never been forward that way. I bet he's confident enough. He brought Yasmine to the Inside, so that leaves a bit to the imagination. I actually wonder what their relationship was like.
I cross the room to the window. I'm not exactly next to him, but I'm closer. God, this is effing hard. I feel a shift in the room as the movement tells me that he's coming toward the window. I feel my larynx sink up through my nose. He has to know I like him. He definetely has to. His frequent trips through my thought process have probably given me away by now.
I sit down on the windowsill and stare down into the street three floors below me. He's definately right behind me. God, why do I feel like I'm being watched by a shark on Animal Planet?
"Because you're slightly paranoid." The sentence is whispered right into my ear. I jump slightly, not expecting that. Either way, it gets a smile out of me, and he notices and smiles back. He takes a seat next to me, or rather, slightly behind me.
Should I tell him straight out? Maybe it's something he'd want to hear out loud, not as a reflection in my head.
I feel my head leaning back against him, almost as if he sent the message that it was okay. I didn't hear that. Perhaps psychics have a way of commiunicating in their heads.
For awhile we're both sitting there, staring out of the window in total silence. Vlad breaks the silence before I can think of what to say.
"Look, Cameo, there's something I have to ask you."
Dreading the question, and at the same time, wanting to know exactly what it was, I look up at him. "Shoot."
"Would you want to go to..."
He's interrupted by both Alex waking up, complaining of too much light and noise, and Delaina walking back in, complaining that her mom just doesn't get her.
Vlad, looking dissapointed, gets back up and goes back to his respective spot, but not before slipping me a small piece of paper. I open it discreetly.
It says: dear cameo, i've been wanting to tell you this since i brought you to the inside two weeks ago. i like you a lot, and id really want to go to the movies with you. tomorrow if its okay. and judging from the thoughts swirling in your head, im pretty sure you like me too. not that i go diving into your head, but im just saying. i want to get to know you better, and if you say yes, ill pick you up here at 730. see you then. vlad.
My head is spinning. He likes me. Whee.
I smile across the room at Vlad, who's studying me, possibly to glean my answer from my body language. I make it easier for him and nod yes.
I wonder what movie we're going to go see....
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