To Want You

65 ( To be Rewritten and Revised )

( To be Rewritten and Revised )

If my eyes failed to jump out of their sockets, I feel like they're about to do that right now. Abel tilts his head to the side and doesn't wait for me to answer, simply taking the seat across from me. He brought his dog too, patting the space beside him. The dog follows the silent instruction, hopping on the couch and twirling before resting its little body into a resting position. It was a Pomeranian breed. For someone like him, you'd think he'd own a much scarier dog. But the more I think about it. What dog breed could be more scarier than a wolf? "I guess you can." Ive been using the book to hide my surprised expression. Obviously it's no use keeping it there. He can already tell I'm bewildered by his presence. And here I thought I succeeded walking away unnoticed. "You like reading those stuffs?" He's referring to the book in my hand. I realize that the one I have right now is a fantasy romance genre. And on top of that, a werewolf one. If I could grab a bat and beat the lights out of myself, I would have done that already. This is embarrassing. So in a not so obvious manner, I allow my fingers to cover the title and gradually get it down. But maybe it's a little too late for that. He already saw the title. He probably already knows what it's about. The title made it a hundred percent obvious anyway. "What brings you here?" I attempt to drag the topic elsewhere. Maybe distract him from the title of the book. I wait for his reply with a not so expecting gaze. If anything, I don't want him sitting over there. I feel like i'm about to wet my pants."The same reason you're here. In a sense." His gaze drifts to the books stacked above each other. I mentally face palm myself. The titles are facing him. This day just keeps getting better doesn't it? I wanna dig a hole and dump myself in it. I throw another attempt to distract him from my books. I clear my throat. "Shouldn't you be..resting though?" It's a holiday today. He should've at least slept in. "I could ask you the same thing." But I asked him first. My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. I feel like if I shoot him a question, he'll only throw it back at me. So there's no ending to this conversation if things goes that way. So in that case, i'll just give him the answer to his question. Maybe he'll get bored and leave. "I barely have any free time so Im taking advantage of the opportunity." He nods his head in understanding. Just when I thought he was satisfied, he nudges a chin. "By getting cooped up in a library reading cheesy romance novels?" Does he want to be beaten? He may have lost his memories but that mouth of his never changed. It still talks like it has a mind of it owns. My eyes shows offense. "Hey, don't judge a book by its cover. I'll have you know that you can still learn a lot of things from these." Abel's eyebrow's remains arched. "Really? Like what." Im trying my best to keep my voice calm and composed. But this guy is really testing my patience at the moment. "Like the supernaturals living among us." I tell him with widened eyes as if to prove my point. The following second, I come to realize that maybe bringing that up was a stupid thing. In my defense, that was the first thing that popped up in my head. Im almost certain I saw his eyes turn blue before going back to brown. Abel leans back and crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow. He's trying to keep the air neutral. But I can already feel my body heating up and my mind torturing me for speaking too much. "Right. And I assume you learned that vampires are afraid of garlic too?" He utters ever so casually. "Okay so many they aren't a hundred percent accurate but at least it gets the brain running." I tell him with a forced smile on my lips. But that same forced smile doesn't even last long. When he opens his mouth again, its like im having a conversation with a child who just like starting a fight. Its exhausting and useless. "What are you? Five?" Five? Did he really just say that or am I just hearing things? Im at lost for words. And the fact that he's so calm doesn't make it any better. I hold myself back from gasping. I even hold myself back from scoffing. "What's that supposed to mean?" I say instead, trying to keep my fingers from doing something it'll regret later. "You're an adult. Shouldn't you be reading appropriate books? Not books made for teens going through an angsty don't touch me phase." He shrugs his shoulders, lean muscles in motion underneath the fabric of the shirt. "Excuse me?" I say while blinking my eyes. "You're excused." He says making my lips freeze. oh. So he's playing this game uh? I feel like i'm talking to a seventeen year old right now. But since he's a well known person, its not like I can smack him across the face with a book or call him off just cause he's annoying. The best things to do right now is just stay calm and maybe pick another reading spot. Since he obviously fancies this place right now. I take in a deep breath and force a gentle smile. " excuse me then." I say under my breath. I grab my books and leave the table. When i'm no longer facing him, the smile vanishes and I start making mocking faces. Did he really approach me just to get under my nerves? Unbelievable. I feel like I just had a conversation with the Abel I knew from a long time ago. The sudden memory brings a sudden heavy feeling in my heart. And it doesn't make it any better knowing that the Abel over there is the same Abel I knew.