I had no idea who it could be, at the door. I hadn't been expecting anybody to come. My roommates were all out on dates, and I'd just settled down in front of the TV, snuggled up in a blanket to watch my favorite crime show. Why anyone would be knocking on my door....
I got up, and went to the door, and opened it. "Hello?" I said, surprised to see four guys standing in front of my door.
I couldn't get much more else out, because I realized that my crush was standing there. Smiling at me. It made it hard to remember to breathe, let alone speak.
He flashed a brilliant smile at me, and looked to his friends. "Ready?" They nodded.
Ready for what?
They opened their mouths, and I felt like I'd been transferred to heaven. They were singing to me! Serenading me! I'd always wanted that to happen to me and it was.
They finished. My crush looked to me. "Do you think that will work?"
I blinked, not sure what he was meaning. "W-work?" I stammered.
He grinned, taking it as confirmation. "Thanks. You've been a great help!" He turned away and moved down to the my neighbor's door in the hallway with his buddies. Leaving me standing there.
Alone.
My smile faded as I slowly shut the door, as I heard him start up the song, this time using my neighbor's Brittany's name in the song. Listening to him asking her out. My crush. Asking out another girl. Spurning me, for another.
I hadn't had been having a hard day before, but now...I returned to my couch, and pulled the blanket over my head, curling up as tightly as I could, tears blurring my vision.
How. Could. He?
How could I?
It was so stupid of me to have thought he would have had any interest in asking me out. I mean, I hadn't even spoken to him before tonight. I didn't even know if he knew who I was. But to have him do that to me. To raise my hopes and my dreams only to crush them right in front of me?
I jerked as again there was a knock on the door. I stared at it with loathing. Oh no, I'd already had my heart crushed once today. I didn't need it to happen a second time in a ten minute period.
The person on the other side knocked again. Ten seconds later they added the doorbell to the knock. I groaned, brushing the palm of my hand roughly over my eyes. It wasn't like I couldn't pretend to not be home.
I pulled open the door a crack, not willing to expose myself to more ridicule. "What?" I asked roughly.
It was one of my crush's friends. What was his name? Billy? Bobby? Rob? Yah. That was it Robert.
He peered in at me, his freckled face apologetic. "Hey, Val...."
That was a surprise. He knew my name. I didn't think anyone knew my name. 'What?" I repeated.
"Umm....can you open the door so I can see you more fully?"
"No. What do you want?" I asked him.
He frowned, running a hand through his ginger hair. "Uh..." he shrugged glancing down the hallway, probably looking for his buddies. "Are you busy?"
Had I looked busy when I'd answered the door earlier?
He answered his own question. "You probably aren't...but I was wondering if you would want to go out for some ice cream....like right now?"
I frowned, pulling the door open a little wider. "Why?"
"Because I felt bad, for doing that to you."
I narrowed my eyes. "I don't need a pity date, Robert." I shut the door.
He knocked again.
"Go away." I called through the door.
"Please, Val." he called back.
"NO."
"I'm just going to stand here all night until you say yes."
"Have fun with that." I locked the door and stormed back to my couch, turning the TV on full volume, ignoring his knocks. Fuming. First my crush now a pity date.
I chewed my lip, as I pulled my hair back, glancing to the door. Why would he say he'd be willing to stay out all night if it was a pity date? He could have just left, calling his conscience clear because he tried.
I switched my shirt to a more flattering top. Calling myself nine times a fool, as I slowly pulled the door open to look outside. It had been over an hour since I slammed the door in his face. I doubted he'd still be there.
Robert looked up with a smile.
I opened the door wider. "you're still here." I couldn't believe it.
"Of course." He took a step closer, looking into my eyes with his bright green ones. "Its not a pity date." He told me.
I shook my head, shutting the door behind me. "Guess we'll see." I told him. If he was stubborn enough to stay out here for an hour...maybe it was more than a pity date.
-Inspiration from roommate telling past roommate experience.
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