9:37pm
Meo's eyes pour into mine, the corners of his mouth upturning into the brightest smile I have ever seen. His smile was one of happiness growing, much how like a flower blooms in spring. I could see how it came from deep inside to light up his eyes and spread into every part of him.
I'm at a loss for words. I usually have a snarky remark for everything but here I am, dumfounded because of one fucking smile.
God, I'm pathetic.
"Hey,"
Meo speaks first. Good thing too because everything would spiral down the drain even faster than it already is if I decided to open up my untrustworthy mouth.
"You must be Crow. I'm Meo but you probably already knew that."
Yeah, you don't say.
His mom literally shouted his name across the whole room and my fucking family can't seem to shut up about you.
"Um, yeah. I did actually. You know, as much I appreciate all of this small talk nonsense, I'm tired as hell and I have shit to unpack so if you'll excuse me.."
I brush past Meo and his mom and make my way down the hallway. Gran didn't tell me what room I would be staying in and I never bothered to ask. I open every single door in sight until I find the spare bedroom.
Propping my suitcase up against the wall, I use my newly freed hand to push open the door. The bedroom is small and cluttered, tucked away towards the back of the apartment. The room smelled faintly of fabric softener and I can only assume that they had cleaned and prepped the room before I arrived.
There's nothing extravagant about the place that I have to go into detail about. It was just a room with a bed and dresser. Nothing more, nothing less. The walls aren't even painted and it just makes the room feel emptier than it already is.
The moment I step inside, I immediately throw down my bags and groan. I haven't been able to set those heavy ass bags down or anything since I got here and my arms paid the price.
I don't even bother unpacking them. Instead, I make my way towards the bed and collapse on it. The springs creak under my weight and I roll over on my back, gazing up at the ceiling. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world but it'll have to do.
As I lay there on the lame excuse of a bed, I begin to debate on whether or not I should go to sleep. I've mentioned several times that I'm exhausted but I don't know if I can allow my body and mind rest. Especially not with all the chaos going on just down the hall.
And Meo is out there.
God, Meo is out there.
If he knew the thoughts that went through my mind about him he'd probably be disgusted.
I don't even know him.
But what I do know is that he's hot as fucking hell.
His fashion choice is questionable beyond belief but he was still striking.
Maybe one day I'll be able to peel the clothes off his skin and see the beauty hidden underneath.
Fuck.
Where has my mind gone to?
I just got here.
I just met him and yet here I am, already thinking about stripping him down.
I need to get a grip.
A soft knock on the door pulls me from my dark and dirty thoughts and my first instinct is to sit right up. It's like I was doing something inappropriate and someone just busted my ass for it. Though, I wasn't doing anything inappropriate. Just thinking very, very unsuitable thoughts.
It doesn't count.
My Gran is standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face.
"We have some food prepared if you want some. I don't know if you have eaten already but I thought I'd offer. I even made strawberry cake. That's still your favorite isn't it?"
As if on cue, my stomach growls and my cheeks flush with embarrassment. That stupid smile on her face grows and she gives me a knowing look.
"You know what? Fine. Yes. I'll go out there and get some food if that'll make everybody happy."
I grumble, following my Gran down the hall and back out into the living room.
The smell of chicken and cake immediately floods my senses, making my stomach growl with anticipation.
I find myself scanning the open space for Meo. I'm not entirely sure why but I have this pathetic need to see him, to make sure he's still here. I find myself growing disappointed when I don't see him right away. That is, until I spot his familiar mop of blond hair resting on the couch. He's alone and his eyes are glued to his phone. He's probably bored as hell around all of these obnoxious adults. Much like me.
His head lifts up from his phone and he turns to face me.
Busted for staring yet again.
I must have been caught in the glare.
Damnit.
He smiles that same damn smile as before and I have to force myself to turn away. I have to occupy myself with something, anything so that my eyes won't go back to looking at him.
It's for my own good.
I decide to walk into the small kitchen space to find my Gran. She wandered off without me after she practically bribed me into joining the living again. I can only assume that she went into the kitchen to get me a plate full of whatever she had made. My aunt seems to be chatting it up with Charlotte at the dinner table and my uncle doesn't seem to be out here with her. He's probably in their room sleeping with their kids or whatever. I haven't had a run in with those two devil's all day and that makes me one lucky bastard.
My Gran notices my awkward lingering and hands me a plate full of food, making my assumption correct. It looks like some sort of chicken pasta and it smells absolutely amazing. I thank her quietly and she seems pleased by my reaction and joins the two ladies at the table. Once I'm certain she's not coming back anytime soon, I quickly shovel the pasta in my mouth and sigh.
Yeah.
I literally just fucking sighed.
Was I really that hungry?
Apparently if I just did that.
The food is gone within minutes and I continue to eat until my belly is satisfied. I even clean up my dishes.
Not because I wanted to be a good sport or anything but because I knew my Gran would make me do them later and probably in a larger quantity. I'm not here to do house chores. I'll clean my messes but I sure as hell am not cleaning up others.
After I finish drying off my hands, I begin to head back to my room with the plan to stay there for the rest of the night but a movement near the balcony door catches my eye. Meo has the door pushed it wide open and, as if noticing my stare which he always seems to, he turns back to look at me.
Am I really that obvious?
I am probably the worst spy on the planet.
He doesn't say anything. He just smirks at me with this mischievous glint in his eyes and beckons me to come out with him.
I don't even have to think twice about what my decision will be.
Of course I'm going to go out with him.
It beats staying in here being bored out of my skull with the newly pronounced ladies club. I did plan on sleeping but my curiosity bested my bodily needs.
Without another moments hesitation, I follow Meo out onto the balcony floor.