Falling For The Playboy

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Omar would be so proud of me.

I could literally hear his voice in my head saying; peek out of you shell once in a while, Eva. It’s fun I swear.

Today I had. And to be honest, I didn’t know if the outcome was either a blessing or a curse.

Mrs Lawson’s happy eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, the edges of her lips tilted up.

I matched her smile.

“Abi and Zoe are the same age as you. I can’t wait for you to meet them. ”

Well, that made the two of us.

“I can’t wait to meet them either. ” I replied honestly.

Abi and Zoe were twin girls and the only children of the Lawsons. I hadn’t met them in person yet, of course, but I was pretty sure I knew more about them than any stranger had the right to. Because that’s what I was, a stranger, contrary to what many people might believe. Yes, on paper, I wasn’t really a stranger anymore. But to them, I very well might be, seeing as they knew next to nothing about me, other than my name -which there was a huge possibility might actually be fake but let’s not talk about that.

First meetings were notorious for being painful and awkward as hell. Each person didn’t know what to expect of the other and whatever aspects of oneself a person showed on that day, was how the other viewed that person until proven otherwise.

For the first time in a very long time, I found myself actually worried as to how people would see me. I wanted to meet up to their expectations of me -if they had any. To be honest, wondering how they would react to a stranger living in their home, admist all their private things, was beating me up more than the thought of my adjusting was.

Thinking of having to start my life all over was killing me. Ergo…

Her eyes returned to her tab and I sighed out in relief. My smile dropped, my head lolling to the side as I resumed my task of idly watching the scenery as we passed. People going about their day, some looking happy, some quite forlorn, and others particularly hopeful as to what the day might offer.

Learning about people’s lifestyles was a hobby of mine, something Omar found odd. Well, Omar found a lot of things about me odd. He simply chalked up my interest in people’s lives to mine being too boring. I wouldn’t say he was right. But he wasn’t wrong either.

Writing was second nature to me and studying the the people around me was how I got my inspiration to write. So I guess he was right if he had been implying that if I had been interesting, I wouldn’t have to study anyone but myself. But he was also wrong because everyone had their own story. My story might fill the pages of a book, but it wouldn’t fill all the books in the world.

Although, in spite of all the faults Omar found with me, he accepted me. Wholly.