Read A desire come true (The Never Changing Wish Book 1) Online
Authors: R. B. Constantine
I slow down after a while, getting too exited for my own good. I need to take it easy. Actually I need to stop completely, but I can’t. I can’t stop and I don’t know why. My mind says one think but my inner self just ignores all messages. My body is in tune with my animal self, not backing off, no matter what. It needs this, whatever the situation my person is put in. Her breath is high and irregular, and so is mine. I stop for a second, moving my head in her direction. I want to kiss her, but my mind says no. I struggle in thought, not knowing what to truly do. I lose all control as soon as Lola grabs my face and drags me toward her, taking me full. I just let it go, not backing up or resisting. I don’t even know what to do anymore. Fuck it. I go all out, eliminating all reason, letting my beast self take control. She does the same, not caring for any consequences that may result from this event.
One hour later we are still in bed, one embracing the other, not letting go off her warm body, not wanting for it to end. We stand there, inanimate, waiting for something that will not come. The guilt it’s starting to emerge from the deep, piercing all the layers of my mind. This is not good. How will I explain this to Alice? How will Lola do it?
Chapter XI
I left Boston with my heart hurt, hoping to heal it in some other place. A place from my childhood, I place with happy memories that will erase all the evil in my heart. This is the only way I know to fix this. New Haven is where my grandparents always lived, and I have great, so many fun and nice memories, it’s hard not to be happy here. I arrive at my grandparents’ house in the evening. They are so happy to see me. I enter and observe they were eating. They invite me to do so as well, telling me I lost weight. Of course they would say that; they say that no matter my actual size. I accept their offer nonetheless, hungry from my trip. I eat more than I should have, but I can’t stop. The food is so good; I eat until I get sick. I spend some time with my grandma, talking about stuff then go straight to bed. I still have my old room, where I used to live back in the day. It didn’t change one bit. It’s exactly as I remember it, all girly and shit. Good I grew up from that princess state. I can take care of myself now; or I just think that. Either way I fall asleep in an instant, having no dreams at all. I wake up with the intent to relax and blow some steam off. First I have to do some shopping. I go to my regular store that I used to frequent back in the day. I wander around the place, looking at all the new items they have now. I add to my chart all I need and make my way to the cash register. I carefully put my stuff on the belt and casually throw my eyes around. I spot with the corner of my eye a person I used to know. I move my gaze in her direction, staring her down to see if it’s really her. Eventually she looks back at me, locking eyes. She recognizes me and smiles. I respond the same, brainstorming in the same time, trying to figure out her name. I forget names so easily, especially when I need them the most, like in this situation. Of course, I remember it just seconds before she introduces herself to me.
“Hey, aren’t you Alice?” she asks me with a sweet feminine voice. I nod and respond.
“Yes, hi. Nice to see you again, Emily,” I go for a small hug, showing my respect. As I come close to her, I can feel something. She has a baby on the way.
“You are having a baby, right?” I ask already knowing the answer. I try to make some conversation for the sake of it.
“Yes, I do, thanks for asking. I and my husband are so happy about it. We just married six months ago and we are already having a new member joining our family.” She looks so excited and happy, it depresses me. I listen to her bullshit out of politeness, not giving a fuck about what she is saying. I pay for my shit and walk to my car. She walks with me, rambling continuously about her life. I nod from time to time, like I’m actually caring about what she has to say. She even invites me to her house later for dinner but I strongly refuse. I don’t need any of that fake stuff now. I return home more drained of energy than before. I eat then go for a fast run around the neighborhood. I see all the houses, all the trees and all seems the same. I didn’t come here in five years. I always meet with my grandparents in different places but never at their home in the last five years. Its strikes me now that it’s pretty odd, but whatever. I was busy with my college and work.
As I take my groceries out of the car, I see, next door to me, a young man working at a window. I gaze for a couple of seconds, eventually my sight meeting his. I break contact immediately, and continue the task at hand. He lingers a little but ignores me after, continuing his work. I enter the house asking myself who was he. Did he move recently or what. Inside my room, I browse around, checking out all the books and games of my past. I remember each and every one of them. It’s funny, cuz I normally forget a lot of stuff but this things I never did. I guess they are special to me. I open one of the books, slowly reading random paragraphs. I still like them; I still enjoy reading them. In school I was the popular type, but even so, I did my homework and actually paid attention in class. I didn’t love it, but I understood that all was necessary for my future, for my career. I wonder now what all my colleges are doing. I lost all contact with so many of them; I don’t even think I would recognize them. The only one I kept the line hot is my best friend from school, Amber. She was always on my side, no matter what. She is now in New York, pursuing her dream.
Actually, I am going to call her right now. I want to see what she is doing, and I really need someone with whom to talk about random stuff. I check my phone for her number but I can’t find it. Hmm…I need to go about it on Facebook. I don’t have internet at my grandparents’ house but I see a signal coming from the house next to me. The one with the hot guy. I think about what to do, and I get to the conclusion I need. Go ask him to give me his password. It’s not a big deal anyway. I check the mirror, making sure I look perfect. My hair is pretty long now, almost reaching my lower back. My face is clean, no makeup, but I still look fabulous. My brows are on point, that’s all that matters. Time to get me some internet. I step outside, determinate to convince any opposition. I walk toward the house, but I can’t see him anymore. Maybe he is inside. I go and knock on the door. Nothing. I knock again, this time more powerful. Where did he go? I turn to go back, but I shortly stop, hearing steps in the house. He opens the door, with no shirt on him. He looks good. Abs, chest, shoulders, all there. I move my gaze from his body to his face. He catches my eyes, staring with a small smile at me. He looks a little confused for why I am knocking at the door. His blond hair is in his eyes, all messed from the work he was doing.
“Sorry for my appearance. Can I help you with anything? You live next door, right?” his voice is smooth and gentle, melodic to the ear.
“Yes and yes,” I respond not moving my look. I fixate him, waiting for his eyes to waiver, but it doesn’t happen. I myself eventually break contact. This never happened to me. Maybe with Levi, but no one else.
“Ha-ha, you seem distracted, do you need to sit down or something?” he continues like his truly concerned for me. I like that.
“No, I’m good, thanks. In fact, what I needed was your Wi-Fi password. I don’t have internet and I really need it now. If you could help me that would be great.” I try to anticipate his answer. I can’t read him, his face too hard to discover. Why is that? Why can’t I figure him out, like I always do? What is so special about this random guy?
“My Wi-Fi password? That is an interesting request. Didn’t have anyone asking me about my Wi-Fi pass. Sure I will tell you; how can I refuse such a cute girl like you. Come inside, I need to check the router.” I listen to him and join into the house. He said cute? Me, cute? Hmm…I don’t know about that. I’m beautiful as fuck, but cute? To soft for me.
“Make yourself comfortable, and of course, sorry for the mess. I will get your password right away. Give me a minute, ok?” he says while I look around his house. I move my head in sign I understand, letting him go upstairs, where I presume is the router. I stick to where I stand, not wondering around the house. It’s weird I don’t have Amber’s number in my phone. I remember having it, or maybe it was in the last phone I had.
I’m hungry. I’m hungry as fuck out of the sudden, not even knowing why. I just ate two hours ago at most. Outside is getting colder and colder. In Boston is even worst. Summer is over for sure. Well, in Boston I can’t say its summer even when it is. Maybe I should go to Miami; I have a couple of friends that would surely have me for a week or so. I should call them too, to check up on them. Who knows what interesting things happened since I last heard of them. I normally have a close circle of friends that I always stay in touch, like Ash, Liz, Lola, and I have a bigger circle, when I sometimes even forget to call for months. I don’t like having too many friends. Even in high school, when I was the queen of the school, I had a small group of trusted friends. I don’t like to associate with plain people, with nothing to offer me but their existence.
Wait, I don’t even know this guy’s name. Hmm…I will ask him. I’m sure his a William or something like that. He looks like he would be a William in my book.
He shortly returns down the stairs, with a shirt on this time, having my password on a piece of paper. He hands it to me, folded twice. I take it with my small hand, and we touch for a split second. His hands are rough, but his face is soft and gentle.
“Sorry, I didn’t tell you my name; I’m William,” he says expecting for my name in return. OMG, I can’t believe I was right. I’m so good.
“I’m Alice, nice too meet you. Well, thanks for the favor. I really needed this. See you around, maybe?” I say walking toward the door.
“Yea, why not,” he murmurs with his hands in his pockets, slowly walking with me.
I leave his sight and enter my house. What a nice guy, I say to myself as I check the paper he gave me. I open it and see two lines. One is the password, the other is his number, I presume. This guy, like I was trying to pick him up. Hilarious. I ignore his number for now and try out the pass he gave me. It works. I do my business, finding out all I need. I eat good then call Amber.
“Hello, Amber dear, how have you been!” my voice pitches like crazy. I try to fix it as fast as I can, not to sound like an insane bitch.
“Hey, Alice babe, long time no see, or should I say hear?” he has the same tone as me. I start laughing and so does Amber. We look crazy, for sure. Good no one is here to see me. I don’t know about her, but who cares, right?
“How is New York?” I ask. “I bet is way cooler than Boston,” I continue.
“I’m not sure about that, but it’s pretty nice. The people are all rude here, but you manage after a time. I met a guy last week, and I’m not sure what he is up too. He seems the player type, but I don’t know if he really wants a relationship or just sex, you know?” I listen to her with my head down in the ground, like it would help me hear better. As I hear of her little problem, I instantly imagine Levi. He is the exact type as she mentioned. The player that doesn’t know if he should settle down or just play around some more. They are the worst, but the sex is really great.
“I have the same type of boyfriend right now, dear. It worked out, I could say, but he is very desired and hard to keep on a tight leash. It’s a double edged sword, if you know what I mean,” I talk like I had many problems with Levi, but actually, he never once strayed from me. I should appreciate that more, coming from him.
“Really? Well, I guess I will give it a try. I can’t lose anything, right? I’m getting old, I must find a husband soon,” she murmurs over the phone like it’s a big secret. She is just 24 now, so I don’t think she is that old, but she has a point. I’m the same age, and it will take around three years at least to make sure I want to marry a guy or not. I will be 27 at that time. Eh, I feel like I’m 20 at the moment. Let’s forget I even mentioned anything about age and stuff like that. My mind wandered too far too fast. I go back to the conversation at hand.
“I was in NY a week ago with my boyfriend, but I couldn’t stay for long. Maybe next time I come there, we can meet and have a real talk. I’m sure you have some crazy stories to tell me. I have some too.”
“Yes, for sure. You can bring you boyfriend and have a double date or something. It would be fun.”
I wake up around 7PM. I had to take a nap after I hanged up the phone with Amber. I felt tired for some odd reason. I’m better now, but I have a weird hole in my chest. It’s like I’m missing something. I check my laptop, surfing the web as always, wasting time. After a while, I get bored. What should I do now? I look around the room and see the piece of paper William gave me. It has his phone number on it. Let me see. I stare at the thing for two straight minutes. I’m bored, so I might as well call him. Just to check out what he is doing, nothing more. I get my phone and slowly type in the number. I stare some more at it after I’m done, wandering if I should text him or call. Maybe I should go to his door, but that would be rude, right? Yes, it would be. At his hour, especially. Well, it’s only seven, maybe he went to sleep. I’m sure he was very tired from all the work he did today. Na, that’s impossible, no one goes to sleep at seven. Let’s text him something. I start typing a small message. Hey, how are you? I didn’t except to find your number here, but I think it was a good idea to add it. I press send and wait for a response. I wait one minute and start to worry. Maybe it’s not correct. Did I type it right? Let me check; I did. Maybe he write it down wrong. Hmm…Let’s wait some more, probable he didn’t even see it. I wait two more minutes; still nothing. I go take a glass of orange juice and chill on a kitchen chair. I sip from time to time, imagining all kinds of stupid stuff. Ten minutes later he texts back to me. I look at it. Hey, little one. I see you had the courage to write me. If you don’t have any important stuff to do, and I’m sure you don’t, you can come over to my place and have a drink with me. Don’t text me back. I will wait for you at my door in twenty minutes top. See you then, Alice. I am amazed of what he wrote. Who does this guy think he is? My boss? No, no, he can go fuck himself for what I care. I finish my glass then go back to my room, slamming into the bed, as dead weight. I stand like that for a while, and then check the time; 15 minutes have passed. Why I’m even thinking about that guy. Fuck his attitude. I won’t go anywhere. I’m fine just as I am now. No need for anyone at the moment.