Imperfect Strangers

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Blazing Guns

REN’S POV

I couldn’t do it anymore.

I had to see her.

I had to see Oaklynn Turner.

I know it sounds crazy but she haunted my dreams, my thoughts and worst or best of all...my heart.

I was falling for a girl with no face. My very own Arya Stark. Except, in this case, she wasn’t the girl with no name, cos I knew her name, but she was faceless. Why haven’t I stalked her social media pages you might be asking?

Believe me, I’ve been tempted but fear always stopped me. I was afraid that once I laid eyes on her, then that would push me over the precipice. That would be my complete undoing. I was afraid that I would fall deeper in love with her and there would be no turning back. I was afraid that if I laid all my cards on the table then she would laugh in my face because of the irony of it all. I mean how do you tell someone that you’ve never seen that you’ve fallen for her. Well, not her per se, but her personality? I know her personality is part of her, but how do I put it across to her in a way that won’t make her think I’ve lost the plot and I'm completely off my rocker?

Every time I tried to call her she wouldn’t answer the phone but she would answer my texts. That was a clear indication that she wasn’t ready or didn’t want anything more than a flirty, casual blindship. I didn’t want to do anything that would scare her away for good-I valued her friendship too much. Crazy, huh??

I sent her the tickets in the hope that I’d bump into her at the concert-well I would intentionally seek her out. Yeah, I know what you must be thinking. I lied that I wasn’t going okay? But my intentions were good though. Curiosity had got the best of me and I had suffered enough sleepless nights thinking about her and for my sanity’s sake I had to see her. I mean if you were in my shoes what would you do?

You would be doing what I’m doing right about now. I’m getting ready to go to the concert and will have an ‘accidental’ run-in with my textmate. Simple right?

I’ve got access to the backstage and the after-party so how difficult can my plan be? It’s a given that I will bump into her tonight. But I’m not going to approach her just yet-I just need to observe. You know like watch and learn kinda thing?

I want to study up-close the kind of person she really is. It’s so easy to read between the lines but sometimes the real person isn’t who you thought they were. Maybe she was a mean, callous girl and-what who am I kidding? I know she isn’t. At least she doesn’t sound like it. Then there’s the issue of her ex. She dated him since high school so odds were she was still strung up over him and nursing her heartbreak. I didn’t want to be a rebound...at least not for her. I really liked her, I just can’t explain it...let me just stop trying.

“You know how crazy this sounds right?” My best friend Mason laughed as we drove to the stadium. “What if she’s with her dude bro?”

“She’s not. She’s with her friend Pamela.”

“Is she hot?”

“I don-”

Mason slapped his forehead. “You don’t know! Of cos you don’t!” he cracked up again.

Mason was the definition of a babe magnet. He had charm, the brooding looks of a GQ model, the character and money to go with it. His family owned a chain of hotels that were scattered all over the world and he was the heir-apparent. He had a younger sister but she was still a freshman.

“I’m glad you’re finding humor in this Mase.”

“Dude, you have to admit-it’s hilarious!”

I couldn’t get angry, he was right.

I pulled out my phone ad shot the object of my demise a quick text.

REN: Hey Kit-Kat. Having fun?

KITTEN: Just got here. We’re being escorted to the VIP lounge for a pre-party or something.

REN: No talking to random strangers kitten. Especially the guys that you think are hot but they’re not.

KITTEN: Yes sir, Commander, sir.

REN: Oooh I love it when you talk dirty to me.

KITTEN: I’m just getting warmed up...

REN: Have mercy babe. You’ve got me panting like a dog here.

KITTEN: Should we turn it up a notch then?

REN: Please baby, pleeease?? (begging mode)

KITTEN: Oops sorry! Gotta go.

REN: Tease.

KITTEN: Learned from the beast-sorry meant best.

REN: Chat later?

KITTEN: Betcha perverted behind.

REN: I like this version of you.

KITTEN: Of cos you do. Bye xx

“You’re so gone, dude!” Mason tousled my hair and tittered.

I smiled and stared at my phone. “I know man. I know...”

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d fall for an Arya Stark. I mean after that whole thing with Court-”

“Don’t speak about that-” I clenched my jaw and took a deep breathe. “Just don’t go there okay??”

Mase held up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, man. Didn’t mean to dredge up the past-but it’s good to see that you’re showing interest in another female. It shows that you’re moving on.”

“You don’t think I’m going to be catfished?”

“Then I’ll just be your catfish wingman and we can always laugh about it.”

I granted and shot him a side-glance. “You mean you will laugh about it and tell anyone who wants to listen??”

“Best believe it, bro,” he clapped me on the shoulder and winked. “So what’s the plan of action?”

“I don’t know man.”

“What? You’re just going to go after her guns blazing? She’s gonna run man...” he shook his head slowly. “You can’t go in blindly. We need to formulate a solid plan.”

“I’m listening...”

“What? You’re asking little ol’ me for advice?” He feigned the surprise on his face.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

“What ya gonna do? Revoke my membership at the Wireclub?”

“Are you going to share your idea or not? Do you even have one?” I asked, annoyance ringing in my voice.

Mason laughed and smacked me on the back of my head. “Okay, so this is what I was thinking...”

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