I head home with a smile of victory and butterflies in my stomach.
As soon as l got home, we made supper with mom and ate.
“How was work?” she asked as we finished eating.
“Work was okay, l came straight home after.” l said.
“It usually takes 10 minutes but you took 25 today. Did you stop by somewhere?” she asks curious.
“No l didn't l just came straight home.” Now that l think about it l spent more than 10 eavesdropping on his conversation, not that l heard anything.
“Jason and Maddie came looking for you.” My mom informs me.
“I told him not to come looking for me.” l say my voice distasteful.
“You never told me what happened between you two. You and Jason were inseparable.”
“l don't want to talk about it Ma.” l say and continue to eat.
“How come Jason doesn’t come over anymore did you guys have a fight or something?” mom presses on.
“Quit it ma, can't l have a quiet meal for once in my life? If you are not asking about my depression you are all into my business, just stop.” l say banging the table and soon after I head to my room.
Tears were now streaming down my face, I did not mean to shout at her but it just happened.
When I get into my room l replay what happened between Rooftop and that man, his stepdad.
I feel sorry for him, Rooftop.
Does his stepdad blackmail him to get money? I wonder as I sit on the window staring at the rooftop of the abandoned house.
As I wipe my tears I spot a figure climbing to sit on the edge of the abandoned house.
Rooftop.
Why was he there, it's already past 10 doesn't he go home?
Now that l think about it, l haven't been at the window past my bed time.
A week follows and l see him again and again.
Does he sleep there?
l question myself a lot before one faithful evening l sneak out of the house to go see for myself.
When l reach the roof top, l spot him sitting with a black coat over him.
I tiptoe close to confirm if it’s really him and as soon as l confirm it was him his eyes fly open and he aggressively pins me against the wall with a knife to my neck.
At first l see my life flash right before my eyes which makes me open my mouth and mutter a thousand apologies.
I get the small privilege of seeing the outline of his face, he is covered up still.
But,
His features give off the pretty boy vibes. I hope l get to see his face clear as day some other day.
“Who are you?” His raspy voice breaks my trance by asking still gripping me so hard.
l can't seem to find my voice instead l apologize again and he loosens his grip.
“You are a girl?” his voice softens and his grip loosens.
l can start to see why he thought l was a boy or a man, it was dark and the hair that I tied back, the jogger and sweats I was wearing were not helping my case.
I took this chance to wriggle myself from under his grip and quickly ran away not looking back.
I was thankful he did not follow me; I was not ready to face him at all.
The following week I managed to leave some food, water, a sleeping bag and some proper blankets for him to use since I could not bring a complete stranger home.
And besides he did not even know me, he would probably think I was crazy or something.
I was glad he used the things that I bought for him, he also ate the food. That made my heart swell with happiness, I wanted him to be happy.
Everyone deserves to be happy.
It was one faithful morning when something unexpected happened at the café.
“Good morning, what can l get you?” I ask as I finished wiping my working place without looking up.
After several seconds of the customer not answering, I look up assuming the customer did not hear me and there he was Rooftop; a meter away from me.
My knees buckle a little as his eyes bore into my grey-fragile looking eyes and I grip the counter edges for support.
After taking in my features he looked at the day’s specials. He must have recognized me, or not.
l was overwhelmed with his presence that I couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting.
He had a citrus-woody scent with a mixture of strong grapefruit opening and a dash of mint, the scent was all consuming it managed to calm my nerves.
I never got the privilege to get familiarized with his scent, the last encounters we had it’s either he had blood, all could smell was the iron in the blood or he had a knife to my neck so l could not do it.
I have always wondered what he smelled like, he seemed more of a dark fragrant kind of guy. He always looks unreadable so l thought he would be associated with sophisticated scents but he is not.
I have so many questions to ask him.
He was wearing black a woolen hat with a scarf covering his mouth and nose, a black sweater and dark blue jeans. I do not get the privilege of studying his facial features as always.
He looked a bit stronger today, a bit more muscular.
Does he work out?
Of course, he does l mean he looks like he goes to an underground fight almost every day.
All l can see are his eyes, there is a small scar just above his left eye.
It is not deep, just a scratch.
He has uniform-green eyes; one would argue his eyes are grey but they are not. They are layers of green, uniform green to be exact; the green drifts a bit into grey but after looking at him you will eventually end at a conclusion that he has green eyes.
He has the most intense pair of eyes that have ever stared at me.
Rough on the exterior and warm pools on the inside.
I am bought back to reality with his raspy and masculine voice.
“Iced tea.” He says.
Why not order coffee, does he not like coffee?
“There is a muffin promotion on your order Sir.
“Which flavor would you like?” I asked him.
I did not even recognize the sound of my own voice when l asked as l showed him the options and he selected my favorite muffin flavor.
“Lemon, if you have it.” He says without looking and I nod.
We have something in common, that’s a start.
He took a seat by the window and stared outside waiting for his order.
After his order was done Isabella, Isa for short my workmate and close friend took the order.
“Psst!” I whisper-yell at Isa who in return comes to me.
“Can l take that?” l plead with her and she agrees.
Finally, the heavens are looking down on me.
I walk towards his table and he seemed to be on a call with someone.
“I promise l will be there this weekend Mick, how is Vee doing?” he asks and wait upon a response which l could see he got because he smiled.
He had removed the woolen hat and scarf that he was wearing so for the first time I studied his face.
He did not have facial hair, his skin was as smooth as silk if only there were no scars all over it I would have declared him the most handsome man in the world regardless I still declared him the most handsome, in my world at least.
“Here is your order sir.” I place his order and as l was about to furiously walk away he called me.
“Excuse me Miss?” I turn around to face him;
did he just call me back?
Did he also enjoy our close to no conversation?
It’s nothing I should not be freaking out, so why am l freaking out?
“Yes?” l say without falter in my speech.
“I am not really familiar with lemon muffins but l don’t think these are lemon muffins they look more blue berry than lemon.”
And of course, he was right l had taken the wrong order.
Isa then walks to his table with the right order and l just take the order to the correct table as well as face palm myself.
Way to go El.
After he leaves the café, work goes as slow as it can get.Soon my shift is over and l head straight to Lydia’s office.“You look rather cheerful today, how about we unfold today’s events?” she asks.“I spoke to Rooftop!” I say more like yell in excitement.“Someone is excited.” She smiles and l smile as well.“This is progress, huh?” she adds.“I know right.” I say smiling to myself.“As much as l am glad seeing you happy I should not encourage this. It is good that you are speaking your mind now, being more open but investing your emotions into something or rather someone could bring you back to square one.” She says and stares at me intensely as if waiting for my reaction before she says something else.“Go on.” I urge her.“You seem to like this guy l can see that but it is not healthy. You don’t even know him well enough to feel anything for him. What if he wants nothing to do with you?”“Have you ever thought about that? This isn’t about you being involved with someone, you are
Today he was not treating any wounds, now that I think about it he had no scars when I saw him at the grocery store.His stepdad is no longer beating him up l guess or he is just on break from the beating or maybe the money he is sending is not short. As I am deep in thought l never noticed him looking in my direction.After winning my own battle in my mind I am brought back to reality to look at where he was sitting but my breath is caught in my mouth when I see him staring at me. I lose my balance and fall outside the window, lucky me the distance from my room to the ground is fair. I just scratch my knees and elbows but I do not even feel it because of the embarrassment I felt. I do not dare to go back to my room to check if he was still there instead I start watching TV eating my fudge cake and ice-cream.Embarrassment eating, if that's a thing.As I am eating I am interrupted by a knock on the door.I freeze afraid it was Treadway behind the door but to my disappointment it w
Journal entry 180TreadwayIt's funny how fate seems to be bringing you and me closer to each otherI like itI like you I hope l get to know you on a different level.I will not be stalking you anymore because I will have a right to ask about you since we are workmates now.You are now my workmate.Never in a million years did l think l would breathe the air of the same room with you for a whole day. Longer than that actually because we are now working together-------------------------------------------After work I did not get to see him because I was going to be late to pick up mom from work since her car had a flat tire.My mom and l got home and prepared dinner together.As we were eating."How was work?" I ask her."Work was okay l had one surgery today." She says as she smiles."One of the less busy days?" I ask her and she nods asking how my day was."You seem cheerful today, might I ask why?""No apparent reason, oh we have a new worker at the café. His name is Treadway."
Journal entry 201Dear TreadwayI have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway.I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking.Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reservedYou are also kind; I saw you buying a little girl who was short of money to buy a chocolate dipped éclair. You bought her three eclairs and I was pleased.I thought back to when I bought the energy drinks for you, I wonder if you thought of that incident too. I know you are kind, damaged people are not kind so, you are not damaged. There is still hope.I have asked you to have lunch with me a couple of times at work which in turn you decline politely. I don't
"Hello, excuse me?" I ask cautiously approaching. Treadway's face comes into view and l feel the butterflies in my stomach explode."Thank you for doing what you did in the morning. Kindly keep it to yourself." He says and as he was about to leave l open my mouth to speak."We could have lunch together if you really want to thank me," I say with a small voice. "I do not have the money to spend during lunch so l will have to pass, thank you though." He says and it confirms my suspicions.He started working here to make sure he gets enough money to give his stepdad."It's my treat since I suggested the whole thing." I say hesitating."Okay then." He agrees surprising me.As always, he never ceases to amaze me.This makes me wonder what kind of person he really is.We had lunch together the next day, he kept telling me to focus more on my food rather than looking at him but I could not stop myself from looking at him. He was having lunch with me.Even Isa and Andre asked a lot about t
The next day was bit doom and gloomy because I was scared that he did not like me and he would say good riddance once I stopped showing interest. As the day progressed I was no longer gloomy, because he was sparing a few glances my way as we were working and he was taking orders that were near my tables.As lunch approached all the others went for lunch but l didn't, l stayed behind. I took my journal out and sat in the changing room all by myself.Journal entry 220Dear Best FriendJeremyI haven’t visited your grave because I am scared it will take a toll on me. I am not yet mentally prepared and I apologize for that. I will visit soon because I miss you.Remember the first day we met, l was 7 and you were 9 and l was at your parent's barbecue when l nearly fell into the pool and you came as my knight in shining armor and held my hand.I was very pleased, although we ended up falling into the pool together but you were my hero.And since then, you became my brother from another m
Dear Jeremy MartinNo amount of words could describe how sorry I am or how much I miss you.I am sorry I did not drive us that day, I am sorry I even agreed to go with you to the party.If only I had listened to how uneasy I felt, you would have been here with me. After sometime of talking with Lydia, watching and reading some books on how to get over a tragedy I understood that what happened to us was inevitable.The signs were there, you did not want to go in the first place, you asked me to drive, I felt uneasy but we still drove that day.It was beyond the both of us and I got to understand that.Lydia once said you are looking down on me from heaven and it hurts you to see me mopping over your loss and I don’t want you to feel like that.I want you to feel loved, I want everything that you see to make you smile, relieved and unburdened. I want all my memories of you to be light not darkness, joyful not gloomy and I want our conversations about you to be of happy memories never
The ride was silent but comfortable. "You are looking very beautiful; blue looks perfect on you." He compliments and I melt in my seat. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." I say to him and he smirks. "Says someone who was checking me out earlier, wouldn't hot suit me more." He says as he laughs. "Oh my gosh, I wasn't checking you out." I say looking away to hide my rosy cheeks. "You are cute when you blush." He says and that doesn't help my case instead of replying because clearly, he wants to embarrass me I turn up the volume to the music playing in the car. That was the worst decision I had ever made my whole life because Rita Ora's song blasted through the speakers and of all the songs that she has, it had to be 'Let you love me''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''See I wanna stay the whole nightI wanna lay with you 'til the sun's upI wanna let you insideOh, heaven knows I've triedI wish that I could I let you loveWish that I could let you love meI wish that