Texas Was You

I hit the F6 button on my keyboard, clocking out for the day. It was 5 o'clock on a Friday and I acted as if I had a big night planned. But, as usual, I was going home to my one bedroom apartment to plop my butt on my couch to binge on Netflix all weekend. I jumped into my Ford Ranger cranking her up and blasted my radio to get ready to sit in traffic.

I grew up in Texas but moved to California for my now ex-fiancé. He's a realtor and wanted to tap into the California market. Within a year of moving to California he decided he didn't have time for a fiancée, we were high school sweethearts and at the drop of a pin, he no longer had time for me. Luckily, I'm the type of person who refuses to live off my significant other. So when we broke up, I already had a stable income of my own, working at a Toyota dealership. I moved out, got myself an apartment, and carried on my life like nothing happened.

I finally pulled into my apartment complex with Duality by Slipknot blaring through my sound system. One thing my ex did do for me was upgrade my truck's sound system for my birthday one year. He insisted that if I wanted to keep my Ranger that he'd 'have to make it cool.' He was all about what people thought of him. It ticked me off some days but most of the time I was use to it, plus my truck needed it so I let him. I got my purse off the passenger seat and locked the truck, just as my slightly creepy but attractive neighbor parked his car a few spots down from me. I sighed and prepared myself for this conversation.

"Caty! How was work today?" He caught up to me as I walked to the stairs.

"Hey Jay, it was decent, yourself?" I couldn't be mean to him, he was just as lonely as I was and I could sympathize with him, or at least I think he's lonely.

"It was good, even better now that it's over. Any plans tonight?" Jay's eyes glistened as we stood in front of my door, hoping I would give him a chance. He was quite attractive in my honest opinion. Blue eyes, brown hair he kept short and neat, a few visible tattoos in his work shirt, though I had seen him at the apartment's pool and he had a massive back piece. He stood a good foot taller than me, which I have to say I like. Me being five foot two, tall people seemed to have extra points added to their attractiveness. Plus, he seemed quite sweet, he talked to me every time he sees me.

"I've got a date with Netflix and some spaghetti," I replied, mentally frowning at how lame my life has been in the last eight months.

"Well if your date gets boring, you should come over. I have a couple friends coming over," he said with a smile, laughing at his own joke. "You need to have a little fun, you never go out."

"We'll see, bye Jay." I politely waved as I excused myself into my apartment. Jay was right, creepy, but right. The last time I had gone out and did something other than work and grocery shopping was right after I moved in eight months ago.

I kicked my shoes off and walked into my bathroom. My reflection was quite sad. My black pinstriped slacks hung from my small waist, which showed no shape of my body at all, they slightly hugged butt but didn't show it off. My mint green sheer shirt hung from shoulders, it was just as baggy as my pants, but my white camisole underneath hugged my breasts and stomach. I had 32Ds but with my choice of shirt today, you wouldn't have been able to tell. I pulled my hair from its pony tail. It fell down around my face, I ran my fingers through my hair massaging scalp. I pushed my bangs to the side so I could see. My hair was a just past my shoulder blades and bone straight. The only thing my hair had going for it was that I had the bottom layers dyed dark brown and my top layers bleached to almost a platinum blonde. My ex suggested I do it after debating it for a few months. I love it so much that I have kept it for almost two years now. I looked myself in the eyes, my eyeliner has worn off throughout the day making me look tired. It was the only make I really wore anymore and it was a one in hundred chance I would even put it on. I have never been happy with the way I looked with or without makeup but it was something I had to accept because I couldn't change it. So my thought was why disguise what I really looked like if I didn't care.

I truly did not try impress anyone. I had been single for eight months and haven't even attempted to go out and look. I admit, I was lonely, very lonely, but I wasn't going to let that affect my life. I would just go about my life and if something happened, then great. If not, oh well, it is no big loss. I ditched my work attire for a pair of black super short lounge shorts and pink tank top. My shorts showed off my one tattoo, my Legend of Zelda thigh piece. It was the Master Sword with the Hylian Shield with "Hero Of Time" scripted in Hylian. I loved it, and I loved Legend of Zelda. Video games were one thing my ex and I didn't agree on. He didn't see the point in them but we would waste hours playing Halo, even though I hated first person shooter games. I preferred something with a story line that made you think, hence Legend of Zelda.

It was already seven o'clock and I could hear Netflix calling my name, but first I needed food. I made my way to the kitchen, but stopped at my entertainment center first to plug my phone in into my iHome. Lonely All the Time by the Eli Young Band played through the speakers as I pulled stuff out to start my dinner. Texas county will always hold a special spot in my heart. I may be a rocker and love my metal music, but Texas country is home to me. I sang along as the lyrics reminded me of how lonely I was but I still let it play.

A knock at the door brought me out of my singing and cooking lala land. I grabbed my .22 out of my purse and held it in my left hand by my thigh but concealed it behind the door. I looked through the peep hole to see a tattooed man standing on the other side waiting patiently. I gripped my gun even tighter as I opened the door.

"Oh, uh, this isn't Jay's place?" The man questioned as his eyes scanned me up and down and before making eye contact with me.

"No, this isn't, his apartment is right behind you." I tried saying politely but his eyes cut into me making blood rush to my face, I couldn't tell if it was because I was annoyed that he interrupted my cooking or just because of his attractiveness.

"Oh, well sorry," he apologized and turned around as I closed my door.

I watched him through the peep hole. Jay opened the door for him, the man gestured towards my door and Jay nodded in agreement before letting him in, closing the door behind him. I had no idea who he was but I had to meet him. Looks like my Friday night was going to change for once. I smiled and finished cooking my spaghetti and put it in the fridge. I practically skipped my way into he bathroom to get ready.

Notes

Well guys, my first story in a looooong time. I hope you all liked it. Feedback is much appreacited.

Sorry for any typos, I do 99% of this on my iPad :)