Its Gotta Be You
Chapter One
Gotta pee. Gotta pee. Gotta pee. I am practically running trying to find the nearest bathroom in this place. I don't understand why the building has to be so huge...well besides for the fact of holding so many people. There's not anyone even out here to ask. I guess they're all watching the show or something.
This morning my little sister who is thirteen begged and begged me to go with her to this tonight. Her friend had bailed on her because of low grades or something so she had no one to really go with. Now, don't get me wrong I am sure that she could have found someone else to go with besides me but she just gave me those damn irresistible puppy dog eyes. She may be getting older and may be turning fourteen in two months but that is one trick that she will always have down to perfection.
There it is! I see the familiar blue sign on the door and make a mad dash for it. I am really grateful that everyone is inside watching the show because they would have just seen me clenching my thighs together and waddling/running towards the bathroom. Once there I relieve myself and walk out of the stall and wash my hands. I look into the mirror and see my green eyes that glow because of my light amount of eyeliner. This morning I curled my hair but it seems that they had fallen out so now it is just a messy tussle of brown hair. My bangs fall slightly into my face and I just sigh and blow them away.
I hear screaming, well I always did but now it seems the sound of twelve year old girls had gotten louder. I wonder why? Another thing I wonder is how my sister can love a boy band like this...? I mean when I was her age I was listening to real boy bands like Nsync and Backstreet Boys. Not some British boy band called One Direction. To be honest, I hadn't even heard of them till this morning when Rachel practically shook my head off till I woke up. She then screamed in my face that I needed to go with her and that there was no one else she would rather go with and that I was her favourite sister in the whole wide world. I'm her only sister, but those damn puppy dog eyes. I seriously need to build a defense against those.
I notice I had just been staring blankly into the mirror that whole time and give a slight chuckle at myself. I grab my bag and walk towards the door when it suddenly swings open. I leap back to attempt to not get hit in the head but to no surprise I fail. The door hits me right in the head and I fall instantly to the floor. A sharp pain is in the middle of my eyebrows and I feel wetness on my face. I don't cry out but just sit there dumbfounded by the pain. I pull my hand to the wet substance on my face and see that it is red. Blood. I almost vomit there but then remember that I am not alone. The person who swung the door open is standing right in front of me just looking down. I haven't looked up yet to see her face but I just stare at her shoes while I try to not puke all over the ground.
Huh, those feet sure do look big to be woman’s feet, I think to myself. I slowly inch up the body and see it get more and more masculine. I gulp down the realization that I had accidentally walked into the mens room. We both stare at each other with the look of a deer in headlights. Finally, he seemed to get out of his stage of shock and bend down to freak out closer to me.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. Really, I am so sorry. I even made your nose bleed. Oh god, oh god, oh god,” He can't seem to calm down. I get a grasp on my calmness and try to stand up. A bit wobbly.
“Oh, here let me help you up at least,” He rushes up to his feet almost tripping over them and grabs my arm. I lean into his body since there is no other way to stand with out totally wiping out again. His body is so sturdy compared to mine right now that I don't even need to hold back any weight. He slowly walks me over to the paper towel dispenser and grabs a couple and hands them to me. The boy tells me to hold them to my nose to stop the bleeding. We start for the door and he grabs my bag while I lean into him to walk.
The room starts to spin as we get outside of the bathroom. I really didn't think he had hit me that hard with the door but I guessed wrong. The boy is still freaking out telling me how sorry he is and how he will make it up to me. I really just wish that he can find me a place to sit down and then find my sister. Rachel. I bet she's freaking out right now. I mean how long have I been gone...10 or 15 minutes. Oh god, and I have to drive her home. How can I even do that when I can't walk by myself. If it wasn't for those damn puppy eyes I wouldn't of even had to come and she could have found one of her other friends to go with her. Then I wouldn't have to put up with this idiot who won't stop apologizing to me.
“Can you please stop and just find me somewhere to sit down or something, please?” I ask politely. This seems to set off a light bulb in his head and he nods his head leading me to somewhere to sit hopefully. I should be more cautious right now but I don't think I have anywhere to complain. I mean this guy does seem to be sorry and doesn't seem like a total creep. He also isn't that bad looking to be honest.
We head down a passage way and I do start to get sketched out. There are a bunch of people in here but even still something about this doesn't seem right. We reach a room that says something on the door but my vision starts to blur out from all of this walking. I really did get my head hit pretty hard.
The boy opens the door and I whisper something along the lines of I don't think we're allowed in here or something along those lines. To be honest everything is beginning to be muffled and blurring out. He lays me down on a couch and I lay back comfortably honestly giving up all of my defenses. I should be alert and watch out but my body is slowly blacking out. I look up at the person who started this all. I laugh one more time as he runs his hands through that curly brown hair of his. The last thing I see is him giving me an odd stare and then I finally black out.
3/24/13