I couldn't stop thinking until that (almost) kiss. I couldn't even believe myself for leaning in and doing that. This will haunt me for the rest of my life.
My phone buzzed from the table. I picked it up, and I saw that Jimmy was calling.
Wow. I'm surprised he even wants to talk to me.
"Hello?" I croaked into the receiver, fidgeting with my fingers from anxiety.
"Hey. Sorry, I'm sure you're probably sick of my appearance, but do you want to maybe...hang out?"
I giggled in relief. He didn't sound awkward around me at all. Wow.
"Uh, s-sure. You can come over to my place, if you want." I stammered, running my fingers through my hair.
"Yeah! That's cool, I'll be there in a zap. See ya, Mel." Jimmy said. Before I could respond, he hung up.

A car pulled up in my driveway, and I looked out the window. I smiled. It was Jimmy.
Before he knocked, I opened the door. Jimmy was wearing a button up shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket.
"Hey," Jimmy looked me up and down, smirking.
"Hi." I replied, stepping aside to let him in. I closed the door behind him.
"So, do you have like...a studio for your art work?" Jimmy asked, examining my house.
"Eh, not really. It's all in my room. I'll show you if you want." Jimmy nodded. I led him upstairs to my bedroom, and he looked around. There were paintings of a depressed girl, a sky with purple, yellow, and orange airbrush, etc.
"Wow. I'm speechless. You're really intelligent with this stuff." Jimmy's eyes widened in amazement.
"It's really not that good. I just, draw what my mind tells me to." I said, putting my hands behind my back.
Jimmy turned to me, and grinned. "You can make a lot of money with this stuff. You got skills, girl."
"Oh please," I said, playfully punching his shoulder. "I'm awful."
"You're really not. This stuff sends some sort of strong message."

A few hours later, me and Jimmy were staring out in space, listening to Girls Just Want to Have Fun Cyndi Lauper.
Once the song was over, I tried to grab the iPod, but Jimmy was too, and we touched hands.
We stared at each other, and giggled. It wasn't even funny, I was just trying to make things un-awkward.
Our hands stayed the same. Jimmy folded his hands into mine. Tingles rushes up my spine. I was scared. I didn't want him to get sucked in.
Hotness flooded through my cheeks. I yanked my hand away, and tried to catch my breath.
"Are you okay?" Jimmy asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
I took a deep breath. "Nothing, it's just..."
"It's what?"
I paused. "Never mind."
I put back in my ear bud, and quickly turned on a song. Jimmy pulled the bud out of my ear, and crinkled his eyebrows.
"You can tell me. No need to hide anything." Jimmy said sincerely. I couldn't stand how nice he was to me.
"I've just been a mess since I lost my parents." A tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away. Don't do this, Melody. Don't burden him. "I mean, look at me. I'm this gothic mess, and I'm too afraid to get too close to someone, then lose them."
Jimmy ran his fingers up and down my forearm. Tingles invaded my body by his touch. "I know how it feels. It must be hard."
It is, I wanted to add. I wiped my tears away, and swiftly stood up. "You know what? You should go. It's getting late."
"Uh..." Jimmy stood up, and stretched. "O-okay." Jimmy gathered his things, and I walked him to the door.
"Thanks for coming!" I said a little too enthusiastically.
Jimmy walked out. And before I could shut the door, Jimmy pushed his hand on it to stop it.
"You don't have to push me away from you." Jimmy said, looking like he meant it.
"I'll call you tomorrow," I said, ignoring what he said. I shut the door. When I knew that he was gone, I leaned against the door, and slid down. I put my head in my hands, and sobbed.
I hate myself. Why am I even here? What's the point?
Not like anyone would miss me.

But maybe someone does.