He seems moderately satisfied with my responce although he looks as if he's trying to decipher weither I'm telling the truth or not. Why would I lie? It's not that interesting. Just my life. Rather boring and bland minus my kooky mother of course who is anything ,but those two things. "Restraining orders?" He restates rather amused at my implication. "Come on...the girls here are begging me to get close to them." Oh Please! That concieted smile lights up his face and for a second he appears slightly less withdrawn.
"So whats so bad with Roswell?" He questions and it doesn't tak a rocket scientist to figure out that he doesn't like talking about himself. Which is rather funny considering he's probably the most arrogant man I've ever laid eyes on. Alright buddy, you wannna play? I'm game. "It just so small. Almost claustrophobia inducing. It's like at home when I needed a change I'd throw some excitement back into the mix." Running my hand absent mindedly through my hair I think about the good times I've had.
"My friends and I would buy clothes that we could normally never wear. We'd put on vibrant costume jewelry and extravagent wigs and go clubbing at a place we'd never been before. We'd use fake names and for that one night we could escape our lives ,and just be... someone else for a while. It's really freeing and liberating. You can just get lost in the crowd." Finishing my lil story I pick my glass back up and take a swig. "You can't do that here. My Mom and I moved in three days ago and everyone here already knows me as 'the new girl'. I can't esacpe here."
"I know this is gonna sound weird me asking you 'the most over confident man alive, but don't you just ever want to live someone else's life for a day?" I ask interested in his answer.
