Summer Part 1
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Chapter 2.
It was at the beginning of summer.
I had decided to do what I did most Wednesdays.
The museum was only a few blocks from my house and I had nothing better to do.
The big modern building was her safe place.
It was peaceful and quiet.
Usually, I would never see anyone I recognised at the nearly deserted museum so when I saw Nate Ross I was surprised, to say the least.
He was standing by the ticket booth small talking with the security guard.
I had an instinct to run.
Then I reconsidered.
Why should I run from the only place I feel peace just because a popular brat was there.
He seemed alone and I was quite sure he wouldn't recognise me.
I was anonymous.
My eyes seemed to drift to him from time to time while walking the halls with walls covered in paintings.
Then he was gone.
I didn't realise that he was next to me until he spoke.
- Its quite dark, don't you think?
He asked a smirk on his face.
I was starring at a painting of a woman wearing a crown that was dripping with blood.
I spun around.
He was exactly what you would expect a football captain to be.
Handsome, tanned skin, strong and most of all confident.
- I guess that's objective.
I answered turning back to the painting.
Josh Guldenburgh had painted in the 1840s and it was in my eyes a masterpiece.
- Objective? Really?
He asked raising an eyebrow glancing down at me.
- Tell me. How is this beautiful painting of blood "not" dark?
I couldn't help but smirk.
- Look at the background.
I said.
Behind the woman, there was a castle almost unnoticeable.
The castle had been near destroyed.
- She`s a survivor.
He nodded.
- She is hope.
I whispered now.
But he had heard.
His blue eyes piercing my brown once.
- Hope huh?
He asked breaking the eye contact, looking back at the painting.
- I can see that.
I couldn't help but smile at the softness in his voice.
It was as if his whole football persona had disappeared.
I only saw it for a moment.
Almost immediately he turned with that devilish smirk that would make other girls swoon.
I rolled my eyes.
- I`m Nate.
He said putting out his hand.
- Cassie.
I slowly shook it.
I wish I hadn't.
One handshake, that's what it took.
One handshake and I had unknowingly let him in.
The pain it had caused us both? Was it worth it?
The next couple of hours we spent making fun of each other's tastes in art.
I wasn't prepared when he asked for my number.
Without thinking, without knowing, I gave it to him.
Later that night I got the first text.
"You know? I can't really figure you out Cas."
"I would like to try though."
"Can we meet? Tomorrow outside the museum?"
I thought for a second considering.
What was I afraid of?
He was Nate Ross.
It wasn't like we would fall for each other.
Right?
"Maybe."
I wrote, sending the text before I could change my mind.
"I'll be waiting there either way :)."
I walked through the halls of the museum with "The" Nate Ross.
I had thought it would have been weird.
That I would be uncomfortable.
But I wasn't.
It wasn't awkward or strange.
It was as if we had known each other all of our lives, the way we immediately seemed to fall into the teasing banter and smart comments.
- I can not honestly believe that your favourite ice cream is chocolate!
I said in a mock scanalised voice.
He laughed.
- Chocolate ice cream is unbeatable! Especially by your strawberry one!
I glared at him and he laughed.
We sat down by one of the tables.
We were by an ice cream store.
It had been a couple of days since we had first met and had decided to see more of the world then just the museum.
He took stole a spoon full of my small cup of ice cream.
Shaking his head he gave me a disgusted look.
I laughed at him.
- You take this argument far too seriously.
He laughed.
I looked over the park only to turn back to Nate starring at me.
- What?
I asked with a laugh.
- You make me laugh.
He said still staring.
- Yeah?
I said arching an eyebrow.
- It's just weird.
He took another spoon of his ice cream.
- Why is it weird?
I asked laughing.
I didn't know what had hit me at first.
The kiss took me by complete surprise.
I knew I shouldn't, and yet I kissed him back.
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