Selena’s POV
I awoke blurry eyed after a very bad night’s sleep. The shining sun was the one consolation I had. I was so glad it wasn’t raining again today. I could not believe that there was a time that I used to love the rain, I now understood what it meant to people without a roof on their heads and I hated the past me. I pulled myself out of my thoughts knowing that I had a lot to do and stood up out of the sleeping bag. I shook my sleeping bag and opened it out so that it would have time to dry in the sun before I took it with me to the café. I walked to the fridge and rummaged for something to eat out of the few groceries I had managed to grab after I had bought the fridge. All I found was a bunch of canned soups and some leaves. I picked the canned soup and tried nudging it open. “I should have grabbed a can opener as well,” I thought, but I knew well enough that I hadn’t had enough money for it. I searched around for a sharp rock and when I found it used it to open the can. I kept this rock safely in my bag so that I could use it later. Since I hadn’t been able to buy a chair I couldn’t decide whether to sit on the ground or the only sitting surface I had, the toilet. Seeing as my clothes from yesterday were looking slightly better since they had dried, I decided on the toilet seat. Closing the lid gingerly I plucked myself down on it, trying not to wince at just how low I had fallen. I hurriedly finished the can of soup even though it tasted disgusting, I had no other choice.
After finishing my soup I chucked the can in the bin and started to pack my bag to go to the café. I rolled up my sleeping bag and I also packed another can of soup into the bag, deciding that I wouldn’t buy anything from the café this time as I did not want to spend too much money. My plan for today was to search for job listings online so that I could get a job. I would have searched the newspaper but the previous day’s edition was so soggy that I could hardly read the headings, much less the smaller writings. However, as I was leaving the paper boy passed by, chucking the newspaper on the grass as he zoomed past on his bike. I was glad for that because I did not want to use the computer more than I already had. I picked up the newspaper and flipped through to the job listings page. There was one job that particularly caught my eye. It was as a cashier at a store really close to the café that I loved. In my excitement I forgot my bag and rushed there so that no one else would take the job. I needn’t have worried since the place was so seedy no one else would have applied, but I was desperate and so I joined part-time. The next few weeks were spent working in the morning, leaving work in the afternoon with the meagre daily pay, and then going and writing at the café. I wish I could say that my continued use of the computers there eased my technophobia but that would be a lie since the number of times that I managed to break the computers there and get electric shocks just made it worse. However since I was earning money from the writing and since I loved writing I continued. Often I would stay back till late at night engrossed in the tales that I fabricated and then sleep inside the café or sometimes out in the stars. Once I was so tired that I fell asleep behind the counter of the little shop from where I would sometimes eat. The workers there had quite the shock when they saw me.
Soon it was the last Saturday of June and I decided that since I had managed to finish one book and had received my first check as a writer, I deserved a small break so in the morning I checked the newspaper for events and saw that there was a summer fair in town for the week. I took a nice shower in the morning and left to go there. It was a bit of a walk but it was a beautiful day and so I had no problem walking there. As I got there I couldn’t contain my excitement. It had been so long since I had been to one of these. There was so much to do. I even went to get my face painted but the woman there gave me such an odd look that I decided against it. I took part in some competitions and had a water balloon fight with some strangers. As the day was closing to an end I bumped into someone. As I looked up into their sparkling green eyes I heard some fireworks. “Perfect timing for them to start the fireworks,” I thought. The guy was so cute and I instantly wanted to get to know him better.
“ Oh hello there, I haven’t seen you around before,” said the blonde stranger huskily.
I almost swooned but I got a hold of myself and replied shyly “I’m Selena Aspire Rosette and just came to St Claire at the end of May. I don’t really get out much”
He laughed and then said, “Well the full name was not required but thanks. Well I’m Broderick although you can call me Ricky if you want. I’ve lived here since I was a little kid. I live on the other island though. Across the bridge from here. But since this is the first time the fair is here I thought I’d visit it. So anyways what brought you here to St Claire?”
“Oh it’s a long story,” I said.
“Ah well we can talk about it some other time. Just give me your number,” he said.
“Wow,” I thought dreamily, “smooth way of asking for my number”
Blushing, I told him my number and he noted it down on his phone.
“Sounds like a Sunset Valley number to me. You from there?” he questioned curiously.
“Well I am but haven’t been there in a long while,” I answered as discreetly as possible.
“Anyways I was actually just on my way to take a picture in the photo booth. Do you want to join me?” he asked.
“Oh I’d love to. It would be a nice way to remember this evening,” I said.
“Yes it would,” he said staring into my eyes. Suddenly breaking the eye contact he grabbed my hand, sending tingles through it and led me to the photo booth. I had dated a lot of guys but this was the first time that I felt like this. Added to that this was the first time that I felt safe since everything had happened.
After the picture we chatted some more till it became pitch dark and the fair had emptied out. I shyly opened my bag and took my copy of my first book out. Hesitantly I proffered it to Ricky and mumbled “Here I would like to give you this. A little something to remember me by till we meet again”
“Oh wow, there’s no need for this. I wouldn’t be able to forget you anyway. But since I love reading books I can’t refuse this.” he said with a tone of surprise as he took the book from me and started to flip through it.
“Really? You love reading, I do too, I have never met a guys who loves reading before though,” I say excitedly.
“Well now you have,” he said as he continued inspecting the book. “Hey did you write this?” he asked suddenly.
“I might have,” I say trying to be flirty but failing miserably.
He grins and says, “Well then I can’t wait to get home and read it.”
He reaches out to hug me goodbye but then stopped and asked me, “How are you getting home?”
“Oh ill walk,” I said shrugging as if it was nothing but it wasn’t because it was very dark and I was scared to walk home.
I think he sensed this though because the next thing he said was, “ Do you want me to drop you? A gorgeous girl like you shouldn’t be walking home alone at this time of night.”
“I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way to drop me Ricky. It is all the way in the other direction.” I mumbled so embarrassed at the offer that I didn’t even realise that he had just called me gorgeous. I didn’t like having to ask someone for things, not even a ride home.
“Well how about I call you a cab?” he asked sensing my discomfort.
“No it is fine, it will be okay I’ll be fine,” I insisted.
Sighing he agreed and hugged me. “Be safe and text me when you get back, I’ll just call you so that you get my number okay?” he instructed.
I breathed in his scent and blushing waved him goodbye, then turned and started to walk in the opposite direction as him.
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