The festival yesterday was amazing, despite the "frappucino incident" like you called it. Men sometimes run out off ideas to flirt with girls. That's ridiculous. Anyway, you were now home with Ashley, and you did your favorite activity: chilling. At the moment you were finally going to know if the bus guy was George or not, someone knocks at the door. "Can you open it?" Ashley shouted from the bathroom. Fuck, you were going to ask the same thing. She beat you to it. She knew you too well now.

You pause the tv and go to the door. You watch through the peephole to see a curly haired guy. The frappucino guy. "Ashley!" you shouted as you pull away from the door. "What?" she answered. She walked into the hall, dressed in a very classy and sexy outfit. She was holding her purse and seemed ready to go. She was stunning. "Looking good girl! But just a question: why is there Darell at our door?" you ask as you point at the door. "Who?" she seemed confused. "The frappucino guy!" you squeal. "Aaah, Darren!" she understood. "Yeah whatever. What the fuck is he doing here?" you repeat. She suddenly crunched her face. Oh fuck, you knew that face. It's the "you two would be so cute together" face. "I may or may not have giving him our address so he could repay you for yesterday" she explained. She seemed almost proud of herself. "You did what?" you say with wide eyes. "Just a supposition! Anyway I have a date tonight so have a good evening!" she said quickly as she opened the door. "Oh Darren, you're here? What a surprise!" she sarcastically adds. "Ash, don't you dare do this to me! Come back here right now!" you say, almost angrily as she walked away. "Love you too!" she waves before leaving.

You looked at Darren, still standing there like some kind of statue, a smile printed on his face and a Starbucks' drink in his hand. "Hi" he says happily. You did your best fake smile. "I bought this for you! Vanilla frappucino right?" he says. He held out the drink to you and took from his ear a straw. You look at the drink, then at him. He still had this smile. You must admit he was kinda cute. "Well, thanks for that" you say as you took both the drink and the straw. "Now I don't have to go find a Starbucks. But whatever Ashley told you, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. Sorry bye" you say quickly before trying to close the door. Darren held it open and said "Well, can I be your friend?". You open back the door and sigh. "You're really stubborn, aren't you?". "Kinda" Darren admitted. For a long moment you both just stood there looking at each other, you debating about letting him come in and him just checking you out. "Ok, come in. But only because you sounded like a Facebook friend request, and I never refuse anyone of those" you joke.

He laughs and walks in. He looks around, like he was examining every detail of your apartement. Rumor has it you can know someone by their interiors. 'Well, mine is messy' you thought. You posed your drink on the coffee table. "Hey! Is that your guitar?" Darren asked. He sounded happy and excited, maybe a little too much for you. He started to walk to it, like to catch it, but you did before he could. "Don't touch it!" you say as you press the wooden acoustic guitar against your chest. Darren frowned and stepped back a little. "Uhm ok. I won't, I promise" he say reassuringly. "Is that yours?" he adds. You didn't know why but you felt attacked. Why does this guy want from you? Why would he care about your life? "Yeah it's...it's mine" you finally answer. The guitar were still against your chest. You couldn't let it go. No way. "I-I-I haven't played for that long, just a couple of years" you explain. Well now you were acting weird. Why would you say that to him? You don't even know him! But somthing was weird about him too. The way he looked at you made you think he wasn't evil, he wasn't here to hurt. Maybe it was his conforting eyes or his smile. You couldn't say. "I'm a musician. I play guitar too" he says casually. "That's...cool" you say. Your heart were beating faster than ever but you manage to calm down. Through your conversation, you eventually put the guitar on the stander. He was a nice guy after all. Maybe he was just here to be a nice guy after all. Not to hurt, not to make you cry. Just to make you smile and laugh. Maybe that was a good thing