Help, Im the worst kind of damsel in distress. - Jen Wesolowski (best historical fiction books of all time .TXT) 📗

I should call my parents and inform them that I would be staying the night.

I did just that and then Florence excused herself saying she was going to wash up and get to bed. She told Andrea to show me to the spare bedroom, when I was ready to go to sleep.

Andrea and I decided to go into the living room so we could get more comfortable. I noticed that I really enjoyed her company. She was a nice girl, ridiculously respectful which I wouldn’t expect from a girl around our age. She was taller than I was, and a lot more curvier. Her hair was dark, but I couldn’t tell the length because she had been wearing it in a bun.

Our conversation turned onto a more personal ground, due to her grandmothers absence, and the fact that we obviously felt a friendly connection.

After some time I wondered where in the hell has Thomas been this whole time? Was he hiding, did he feel ashamed, or bothered by what had happened earlier? I decided to sway mine and Andrea’s conversation and ask her about her brother.

“So where has Thomas been, did he leave?”

“No, he has been in the bedroom where he stays when he visits.” She said. “He should actually be coming out soon, my grandmother snores and he usually stays up as late as he can to avoid the retched sound.” Laughing now.

I simply nodded.

It was now ten minutes to 9:00, and Andrea was in the kitchen fixing up us some snacks. I sat there watching the breaking news that detailed the warnings of the “Monstrous” thunderstorm.

I began thinking about how strange, but nice, this whole day has been. It started off as a day of renewing my sober surveillance, and that, exactly, what it has turned out to be.

The extracting force that cleansed me on the beach, and then the chance of me meeting such a welcoming bunch, who both made a surprisingly large impression on my emotional attachment. This day couldn’t turn out more peculiar, yet great I thought. Which… in cliché terms “I spoke too soon”…

I was admiring the drapes which was a soft flower theme, when Andrea’s brother Thomas entered the room. The striking resemblance was wild and it sent my emotions into a frenzy. There he was standing a near foot away, the handsome man from the gym.

He kindly introduced himself with a voice so angelic it was almost feminine, as I once thought of his eyes. I could feel my cheeks flushing and he must have noticed because his face broke into a shy smile.

Andrea too now, was in the room and her being there calmed me a bit and I was able to relax.

“ I might be completely wrong“, Thomas directed to me. “But I think I might have met you before, but I cant specifically recall from where.”

His words were relieving because I didn’t want to be the one to first admit that we have once seen each other before tonight, before him seeing me naked. I laughed inside after I recoiled that thought.

“Yeah, actually I think I have seen you once before” I acknowledged. “You go to world fitness, do you not?”

His eyes regrouped when the information set in.

“I do, in fact I remember you were reading from a large blue book”

Him telling me this made me grasp the fact that he must have studied me in detail, so the pink in my cheeks prevailed once again.

Andrea intercepted the conversation commenting on the world being a small place, and how coincidental things turn out to be.

As the three of us sat there I could barely stay still. The breath in my lungs was gripping and I couldn’t stop glancing over at Thomas. He was just so incredibly beautiful.

We sat there and decided on watching an old horror movie. I self confessed my guts as that of a chicken, and that I most likely will be sleeping with the lights on tonight. Thomas laughed at that.

Andrea fell asleep halfway through the movie and Thomas woke her guiding her to her room.
When he came back he stood behind a corner in an attempt to scare me, but I called him out saying his change in his pocket blew him in.

I cant explain the magnitude of the vibrations in the room now, due to us being the only ones still left.

When the credits took screen I yawned and stretched out my legs.

“Tired from all the dancing in the rain?” Thomas joked.

I couldn’t help but to snicker, which ended with a snort. How absurd did I look out there in an oncoming storm, gracefully whirling around with my arms above my head.

“You wouldn’t believe how much it can really take out of you.” I humored.

“I was watching you out there, it was the most exciting thing I have had to pleasure to watch.” Thomas replied. “You looked so at peace with yourself.”

His change in mood took me back a step as I searched for words.

“I would be a liar if I didn’t say that its one of my favorite things to do.”

Thomas’s eyes glittered which distracted me from the tree branch that would break the side window.
Shocked by the crash, Thomas rose up to check out the shattering of glass we had heard.

He returned wearing the drops of rain that were deepening from the clouds. A face of concern as he explained that the weather was really getting fierce. He suggested we turn on the radio to listen to any warnings they might air.

As we sat there, I noticed his seating had been moved closer to mine now and the intensity thickened.

He shot an eyefull of beauty to me and he asked me “So, what’s your story?”

His forwardness mixed with his sincerity hit me like a car skidding helplessly off the road.

In no hesitation I replied with haste. “Well, I’m just a little lady trying to discover the worlds most magical mysteries, and in doing so with a smile on my face.”

When the words entered his ears, a sacred sense of understandment had filled the room. I studied his face for his response.

“Well, he stuttered.” “You forgot to mention the part where you flash innocent men.” His face now straining from obviously held back laughter.

I couldn’t help but to burst into hilarity. His charm was truly entrancing and i liked the way he made me feel.

I teased him about the irony about him being a ‘peeping Tom’. And we shared embarrassing stories for the next hour.

After awhile I noticed my eyes getting sluggish, and I asked him if he could direct me to the spare bedroom.
He guided through the hallway like a manic of excellence. His socks were the darkest red, which was accompanied by a small tear.

I thanked him again, for his family letting me stay the night.

“It’s really our pleasure.” he commented. “You have a good night little lady.” His words were nearly enough to send me to the dark side of the moon, and if that wasn’t enough his commendation wink shuttled my rocket, which left me aimlessly along with the stars.


As I tucked myself in, I, living up to my word had the lamp on.

I lay there covered in a quilt so unfamiliar but somehow felt like home. In the least, I felt right.

Sleep came easy, I drifted away so brilliantly that when I dreamt I was in a stance of utter tranquility.

I was my shadow in the sun. Migrating from a building to the next. It was the oddest dream, and I was awakened by a crack of thunder, and I was surprised to have woken up in a darkened room.

My first thought was that maybe Florence had peeped in to turn off the light, but it was quickly forgotten when I realized it was a mishap from the storm.

I sat there weary whether or not I should awake Andrea, or even Thomas and tell them about the power outage. But I decided against it, not really aware of where their rooms were. And rummaging in a dark foreign home was not something I favored.

I laid there now listening to the howling of the wind, and I couldn’t get the image of Thomas’s quirked smile from my thoughts. It sounded silly to me, but I felt a secure comforting connection with him. Something out of a vintage poem.

Suddenly a strong breeze flew through my heart, and I heard a tiny knock at my door that sounded as if it were a single knuckle. I validation wavered over me and before I could speak, the door creaked open. There in the shadowed doorway stood Thomas holding a candle.

I jumped at the acknowledgment.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he asked.

I assured him that he didn’t, that the weather beat him too it moments ago.

He admitted to noticing that my light was on earlier realizeing I was being truthful about being a wuss. He wanted to bring me a candle when he saw that the lights in the house failed in the storm.

I chuckled a bit and then I thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

His face was even more kind in the flickering flame, and I reached for words because I wasn’t ready for him to leave.

“So, Thomas, What’s your story?” I said almost in a whisper.

He shot me a pearly smile and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

The anticipation grew inside of me, when I watched him twirl in his mind for his answer.

“Well.. I’m just a guy seeking the real me. I compromise my actions, but never my beliefs. I burry myself in truth, and I approach life and each turn with a question. I thirst for knowledge, and I enjoy the company of an odd, yet remarkable little lady.”

His sentences fled through my veins, and busted through my soul. I was speechless and I couldn’t help but to shed a tear of splendor.

I sat up quaintly and stared into his lapus stones. He reached for my face and kissed me so inclusively it penetrated my soul. It was the one kiss, that would change my life.

I woke up to the smell of over syrupy pancakes. The over domineering stench that tickled my waking. I was giddy this morning, for reasons explained in my late night reservations. I felt like an entirely fixed girl, with a flirtatious smile. I wasn’t nervous at all to see Thomas sitting at the table casually sipping on a glass of milk.

“Good morning, Florence called out” “Did you sleep well?” Her detailed tone ravished my ears, and I complied with a grace of gratitude.

Thomas was looking striking in his flannel top and relaxed jeans. I was happy to see the matching firty smile he too wore.

“I see the boogey monster didn’t inject you with his presence last night.” He said in a jokingly manner.

I nudged him lightly and took a seat at the