He may have been nice enough to help me, but he didn't get my sense of humor at all. Why he would try to get me to stay the night at his place was beyond me. Maybe he was being nice. Or maybe he was just some guy looking for a booty call. Either way, I didn't know him, I wasn't going.
"Sorry to disapoint you but I'm outta here." I turned from him and began walking for the door, making my way through the crowd that had started dancing again. Shawn grabbed my arm and I whirled around ready to sock him in the face. He instantly released my arm and raised his hands slightly almost as if to signal his surrender.
"Look. I'm really not in the mood for this," I snapped at him, "I'm leaving and I don't want to have decking the guy who just saved me on my concience."
"Wow calmn down fire cracker." He half smiled, "I was just goning to say don't go just yet. That guy..... What was his name?"
"Corey...." I said his name with disgust.
"Yeah, Corey. He might still be waiting for you.I was kinda watching you before. You seemed totally into the music," He motioned around him. The bands were playing again, a good upbeat song was filling the room, "Why not stay? Dance a bit more, cool off a little, then leave."
Well... what could it hurt? I was pretty riled up still and really had nothing else to do. I had only lived in Chicago a few months, so I still didn't know it that well; and he did have a point. Mr. Corey could very well still be out there. After all, he was a very patient guy. He had waited about two years for for me to move up here. Of course for all I knew he was cheating on me then. Maybe that's why he had always been so "busy with work"
Oh but I guess that didn't matter now! The music was calling to me! I needed it. It was my drug away from reality for a while. If I could manage to lose the world again, even if just for a minute, I'd be fine. I could survive the night.
So I stayed. I lost the world in the music. I even lost myself for some amount of time. I didn't think of how I was going to get home. No, I was gone again. The veil of music once again sweeping over me.
I dont know how long I was like that, but once the final band announced their final song, springing me back down o earth, It came as a shock. It couldn't have been that late already, could it? There were still so many people in the club, and yet the final song was now playing.
Where was Shawn? I mean not that I really cared, but I had lost complete track of him. The last I had seen he was sitting at the bar watching me dance again. He must have taken off. Huh, oh well.
At the end of the song I began making my way to the door. I couldn't help it. I scoped the crowd for the one friendly face I knew in this entire place as I began leaving. Sure this was my favorite club but I still didn't know a soul here.
I wasn't paying attention to where I was going when I got outside and not only tripped almost falling on my face, but ran into a girl who had stopped in front of me. I appologized and headed straight for my truck. I wasn't going to take a chance at embaress myself again.
Sitting in my truck I leaned my head back and sighed heavily.
"HEY!"
"Holly sh-" I jumped at the sound of the voice I knew only from the club. Shawn. "Oh my god Shawn! You scared me! Don't you dare do that again or I swaer to god I'll...."
He laughed and smiled, leaning against the door of my truck, "Oh sorry. I thought you would be a little more alert after that little dance session of yours."
"Ugh... You were watching me again?" I moaned watching him
"You really are a good dancer when you get into the music." he chuckled
I rolled my eyes at him and leaned back against my seat and sighed heavily again, closing my eyes.
"Too soon?"
"What?" I asked confused and opened my eyes glancing at him as he stood in the pale light of the lamp above.
"The music ended too soon," he said plainly.
"Mmmmm... I guess... I'm mostly tired. Very annoying night it's been. But yeah i guess it ended way too soon. But no worries. I can just turn on some music when I get home and......." I trailed off realizeing that my paper, paint, easle, clothes, pencil, everything was back at the apartment. That included most of my music.
"What?" He asked looking curious, noticeing that I'd cut myself off.
I sighed and waited a moment before answering, "All my stuff is back at the apartment with Corey." I spoke his name with disgust.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My offer still stands if youre interested...." He just wasn't wasn't going to give on that was he? Well... maybe he could help me. Maybe not tonight, but tomarrow. Corey had work and I had a spare key. Shawn could meet up with me and help me get my things, then I'd be out of here for good. Never to see his dirty face again.
I politely declined his offer, but countered him with an offer of my own. To my surprise he didn't make a fuss or anything. He happily agreed to help. We were to meet up the next morning, or in this case later today, around 10 A.M. here in the parking lot. Until the I needed some rest.
I drove a little ways before stopping. My brain was still racing and I had absolutely no luck in getting any sleep for a few hours. When I did finally crash though, it was hard. No dreams, just a dark balnk sleep.
I woke earlier on that morning, much too soon to be fully rested. What it was that had woken me from suck a deep sleep was a complete mystery. I was a hard sleeper, and it was almost imposible o wake me unless something or someone touched me. The sun was still very low in the sky and it was just barely dawn. Ugh, my hair was a mess, I was dirty, and I definetly could have slept better and longer. I was in no condition to go meet up with Shawn.
Stopping in a near by rest stop, I brushed out my long blonde hair, which reached just below my waist, and washed my face of the small amount of make up I had put on the day before. Soon I was officially decent.
Not much later I pulled into the parking lot of the club. The place was deserted; not a single car, except for my own.
I put the truck in park and turned it off, leaning my head back against the head rest. Thoughts raced through my head. Did Corey go to work today? Or did he take the day off? Would he really take a sick day just to see if I'd show back up today? Crap. Even If I did manage to get my things where the hell would I go? I couldn't go back to my family. I'd left too abruptly and hadn't made any contact since I'd left those few months back. For all they knew I was dead.
Well, there may be one person I could see about going to, but if was bound to be quite the drive even if he did say he'd take me. When I was younger we alwasy did talk about me going to see him when I was old enough. So maybe, just maybe, he'd galdly take me in and I could be the little sis to him we'd always talked about. That settled it. I'd see about getting ahold of Tyler inFlorida and see about going there. That was the plan....
"HEY!" I jumped at the loud greeting just outside my window.
"Oh my god!" I exclainmed turning to see Shawn grinning like a mad man just outside my window.
"Hehe did I scare ya?" he snickered as I rolled down my window.
I sighed and glared at him, "I swear..." I cut off. I wanted to smack him so bad, but I had to be good for he moment. I didn't know him well enough to be doing that; I didn't plan to get to know him that well either. The sooner I got all my things and got ahold of Tyler, the better.
"Come on, let's get this over with," I finally sighed starting my truck again.
"Okay, where to?... You know what don't answer that. I'll just follow you there," he said, his smile fading a bit but still clearly there.
"Fine. Whatever."
I rolled my window back up and waited a few moments for him to get back to his car before pulling out. It was maybe fifteen minutes later when we reached the parking lot to Corey's apartment complex. His car was no where to be found, thank god. This was a very good thing on my part; he wouldn't be home for quite some time. We had most of the day to get my things.
As we entered the apartment, I pointed out what little was mine. The entire time we packed I had a nack for zoning out and thinking back to all the times I had talked to Tyler when I was younger. All the times we stayed up all night texting and talking on the phone; how no matter what, he could always make me smile and laugh. He had been such a huge part of my life back then, but I hadn't heard from him or tried to contact him since I'd left home. I hoped he wasn't mad at me.
"Ana, is this yours too?" Shawn asked pulling me back to reality again for maybe the fifth time. He seemed to enjoy doimg that as well. In his hands he held a small binder of my drawings. It contained some of my old drawings and quite a few new.
"Yeah, those are mine too," I smiled taking the binder and pressing it to my chest. These had been my sanctuary for so long back home. I would lose myself in drawings, writing, and music whenever I could. All of this was my life; it portreyed my soul and imagination.
"They are all quite good ya know."
I pressed the binder against myself more a bit protectively, "You saw them?"
"Well yeah, I had to be sure they were yours as well."
I sat down setting the binder on the floor in front of me and opening it. There was a mixture of things in it actually. There were drawings from when I was about sixteen years old, lyrics to some of my favorite songs, stories, poems, and even a few sheets of flute music. All of this was from about three or four years ago, meaning it was my oldest binder of drawings and writing.
"Hmm..." I thought for a moment as I flipped from picture, to story, to poem, and back again. The poems were hidden behind a few of the pictures, so I paused every now and again being sure they were still there, not that they really mattered to me like my drawings did. I hated the poems that I wrote.
"You are a very good writer too. I glanced through a few of them, hope you don't mind."
"No... these are just quite a few years old. I'd forgotten I brought them with me."
"I see. Well that was the last thing that I could find, and the trucks full too," he said watching me as I went through the pages over and over again, " Soo.... Where do you plan to go now? Home?"
"Huh? Oh... Um yeah. I'll head home from here." I answered quietly
"Liar."

((And that's the end of chapter one let me know whta you guys think of it!))