...Suite [CHAPTER II?]

"Hi. I...I'm sorry I have to go, I shouldn't be here." she said. But blood was dripping from her chin where her guitar had just hit her, and the boy noticed.
"Are you sure? If I were you I'd get something done about my chin first"
Before she had the time to understand she saw a droplet of blood on her pristine guitar.
"Come here, I live just across the park, I have a first aid kit I'll help you out, I owe you that after all!" she hesitated but could start feeling the blood covering her chin now.
"Wait here, I'll be right back" he said and went to see his friends and took something.
When he came back, Jamie had a green bag across his chest and a grin on his face.
"I live just there, in the white house" he said, and they walked in silence with her holding her tissue on her chin still painful.
He brought his bag to the front to look for his keys and opened the door.

As she entered the house, there was a warm welcoming familiar smell of cake and family portraits scattered on the four walls. She paid attention to one in particular in which she thought she could recognise a picture of Jamie when he was younger. His parents, she thought, looked young and cheerful and his sister looked just like him - possibly she was his twin. As she was observing everything closely she didn't hear Jamie coming downstairs but apparently he had been looking at her too, her and her dark curly hair and pink cheekbones. Her, and her slight chubbiness but also her undeniable charm, nevertheless - and he liked that.

"Hey, erm..." he was about to say her name when he realized he didn't know it. "Wait. What's your name? I've brought you the first aid kit, there's tape and all in it, and I got my lifeguard license last summer, so don't worry, I can fix this!" She was puzzled by this whole situation, she wasn't meant to be there. But she figured out from his endeavour that he was a caring person, and also from his lifeguard experience he was probably quite muscled... But as she was thinking that she felt the weigh of his eyes on her and felt that she had to say something.
"Oh, right, thank you" she said, as he got close to her to put the band aid on, he was close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her mouth and his smell. "Lynx Africa", she thought.
When he put the disinfectant on her chin it hurt and she uttered a small "Owwwch", which made him feel uncomfortable. "I'm so sorry!" he said and he got up brutally, knocking his head against a lamp behind him as he also uttered his pain. They were both standing there looking quite silly though in pain as his mobile rang. He picked it up and had a quick chat "...Sure, what time?" "...Great! Alright then, I miss you too, see you" "...Yes, me too"

Who was it? she wondered and assumed it was his girlfriend; fair enough after all. When he finished his phone call he came back close to her, put a bit more disinfectant but it didn't hurt her this time, then he put a small round band aid on her chin and said "Voilà!" with an almost perfect accent. "Thank you", she said then after the pause she said "I'm Rebecca" to which he answered
"Well, it's definitely nice to meet you Rebecca, I'm sorry about the unfortunate circumstances though, but yeah, this is where I live! My name's Jamie Smith, I'm 18 and not quite sure what I want to do in life" he smiled and she felt compelled to answer "Well. I'm Rebecca Tate*, 17 and I want to be someone good"

For a moment he looked confused and looked as if about to ask something very meaningful but just asked her "Would you fancy a drink, Rebecca?" "Sure" she said "That'd be really nice" she answered "Okay, do you want something cold or hot? Actually, it's near 4 - tea time, so I propose some cinnamon tea and some cupcakes... if you want? I think we've got a few cupcakes left" Her jaws must have dropped because as she answered "Erm, it's really nice but I don't really do tea time..." he burst out laughing and simply said "Okay, let's go have a drink somewhere so you can tell me more about yourself then" she couldn't refuse. As he went up to get his jacket she took her mobile phone out and sent the words "I found him", and as he came back with his army jacket she just smiled at him and they left the house whilst talking about sunshine and lollipops. On their way she received a text saying "You weren't meant to go there" and told herself "Too late"


* Hahahaha - well what, how am I meant to entertain myself on a Sunday night, huh?