Okay, it didn't show my whole chapter, but I figured out why, so it's all good.
Um, yeah, it's a new one.
Each chapter will have Metro Station lyrics.
Enjoy!
Losing Control
You're wise beyond your years, but I don't care
And I can feel your heartbeat
“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” she whispered as her eyes met his. He didn’t reply, just gave her an enthusiastic grin that she thought bordered on manic. She’d yet to get used to his extreme behavior. She really should have been; his crazy schemes were all too similar to those of one of her friends, one she was currently spying on. She’d fallen for the puppy dog eyes he’d given her a few minutes before, the immunity she’d thought she’d built up for that particular look failing her as he took her hands and practically begged her to eavesdrop with him. Maybe it wasn’t the look that had her rising from the couch as much as his warm hands gripping hers softly, but she chose to ignore that thought. She didn’t need a blush on her cheeks to a.lert him of what she was thinking.
She rolled her eyes as the crouched low, trying to listen in on the conversation that was happening in the next room. She knew that the words exchanged between the two behind the closed door could change everything once again for her best friend, so she was naturally curious. But the thought of listening in didn’t occur to her. Any other time she would have gone on one of her spiels she was famous for, telling him that he needed to respect other people’s privacy. But she was just really curious. It had nothing to do with the eyes that made their way to her every now and then.
It was impossible to hear anything from the next room, and after five minutes she was tired of wasting time. “Let’s go, Joe.” she whispered, pulling him up with her as she stood. She didn’t notice her rhyme, but Joe did, and he snickered. It took her a second to realize why he was laughing, and she rolled her eyes. She was often the youngest in any given social setting, but easily the most mature. This was clearly another case proving that.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, already shuffling for the kitchen area of the suite, not bothering to hear her response. She followed with a slight scowl, tempted to have a conversation with him about his manners when he pulled her into the kitchen area with a smile. Her heart raced as his fingers rested on her wrist, and she was sure that he could feel the blood pumping faster. He just grinned, and leaned closer to her.
She didn’t know what to do. It was obvious he was about to kiss her, but did she want that? What did she really know about him? She mentally slapped herself. She knew a lot more about him than he did about her. But was he really the type of guy that kissed random girls they’d known for all of two hours?
Grasping for anything to get her out of the situation she found herself in, she tried to wiggle from his hold. Seeing what she was trying to do he let her go, and she breathed a quiet sigh as she opened the refrigerator to see what she could prepare for the two of them to eat.
“Not many girls would have pulled away from that,” she heard him say behind her. She turned to face him after getting the fixings for sandwiches out. He didn’t look angry, only confused.
“I’m not like many girls.” She replied simply, her red hair shining brightly, illuminated by the sun streaming through the window. “How many sandwiches do you want?”
The awkward moment passed as quickly as it came, and the two ate their sandwiches in friendly silence. Later that night Joe would lie in his hotel room bed, so unlike the one he had at home, and think about what she said. “I’m not like many girls.” He didn’t know what it meant. She was a mystery, something he wanted to figure out. He was curious about her, and while curiosity may have killed the cat, he wasn’t too worried about that. His nickname was danger, after all.
