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I was down washing my clothes when a hand gripped my shoulder. I swiftly turned around, nearly slamming into the washing machine, and saw Lucas. His hair was covering one eye, as always, and he brought a white t-shirt, green zebra jeans and converse. His big smile made me fell happy inside. Here I am, thinking he was still mad at me after what happened a week ago. We ignored each other up until now. I wonder why wait until now to make contact with me. Oh well.
“ I scared you, didn’t I?”
“ Yea,” I shoved him, “ What’s up? And what are you doing here?”
“ I came to show you my new look. I got like fifteen of these pants in different colors. Impressive huh?”
“ Yea impressive.” I put in the laundry detergent and sat on the bench next to Lucas. He was staring into space while I was working on my essay. I didn’t get no further than my name and the date. Lucas looked at me with his big glistening black eyes.
“ So, how did you know my step-father?” His tone wasn’t all that convincing that he wanted to know.
“ He knew my parents.”
“ I see. Is your family’s death the reason you dropped out of high school?” I nodded.
“ They made me go, and now that they’re gone, what’s the point?”
“ My family is dead and I still go. But then yet again, yours has been dead longer.”
“ Can we please change the subject?” My head was cloudy thinking on how to support us both, escaping the police, and I don’t need you telling me that I should go back to school! The timer went off and I got my clothes from the dryer. We both walked back to our rooms. He obviously had girls looking at him like he was some kind of hunk. Which made me kind of mad a bit. I have no clue why, I just hate seeing other girls surrounding him and feeling his biceps and telling him how adorable he is. So why he was enjoying his ten minutes of fame, I went back into my room and put my clothes away. I glanced out the window several times to see if he was still in lala land, and of course, he was. I held a small gift box in my hand. The wrapping paper was blue and the ribbon was a dark green. I didn’t tell him that I broke his watch the first time we met when I washed all of his clothes. I had found out later when I saw the broken watch lying at the bottom of the washing machine. I told him that I had no clue where his watch went and that I didn’t even know he had one. There was a gift shop downstairs. I told him to meet me up by our rooms when we walked passed it. There was a golden watch in the window, and feeling guilty about breaking his old one, I brought him it. I couldn’t give it to him now though, with all the girls around him. I looked out the window to see if he went inside. Something told me not to look, and I wish I had listened. I saw him, wrapped around one of the girls kissing her. I closed the blinds and threw the gift onto the floor. I’ve had it! I took all of my belongings and escaped out the back window and left.
The wind blew my hair into my face and the wind made it hard to see. I tried to erase everything on my mind and focus on getting a job. I used up all my money to get a drink at McDonalds. I’ve passed several convenient stores with a “ help wanted” sign out on the window, but every time I asked them, they said I was too young. I couldn’t tell them the full story because they would call the police. And besides, what would I tell them? “ Hello. I killed the person raising me because he wanted to kill his step-son. And a neighbor called the cops to complain about the gunshots. So now I saw the boy I had a crush on kiss another girl so I ran away.” Yea, what a convincing story to get me somewhere. Like prison. I remember the first kid I liked. I was in second grade, you know, being the kid who doesn’t say much and has to many family problems to talk to anybody. I remember walking through the halls and into my class room. He was the new boy named Jason. He had to sit next to me because everywhere else was full. I remember how I couldn’t talk to him and that every time I tired, I would run away or stutter. He thought of me as a good friend and nothing else. It was on a Friday that I told him my feelings, and, he laughed. He, and a bunch of other kids laughed at me. I was unable to tell anyone my feelings and became isolated from everyone until this day. I never once had another crush, being afraid that the past might repeat itself.
I sat down in a bus stop to escape the down poor. It was freezing out and Lucas kept running through my mind over and over again. Why did I leave again? I mean, its not like he’ll have feelings for me anyway. He had those girls to fall in love with. So I bet I didn’t matter to him. I bet it doesn’t matter to him that I saved his life, that I let him stay at my house, that I am the one running away from the truth. I wrapped my jacket around me and sat there shivering. I saw two feet stand in front of me. I looked up. A teen with blonde hair and green eyes stood in front of me, holding a jacket that he soon wrapped around me. He sat down next to me.
“ Are you alright?” He placed a hand on my hand. His skin was warm, not as warm as Lucas was, but it still made me warm.
“ I’m fine.” I managed to say between chattering teeth. He helped me stand up.
“ You can stay with me until you feel better. You have a temperature.” I didn’t even feel him touch my forehead and as frightened as I was, I still went. He drove me to his house in his red jeep. Once inside, he took my jacket and placed me on the couch. He told me his name was Evon. He was nice enough to make me some tomato soup and get me some Pepsi. When he asked me what had happened to me, I didn’t hesitate to tell him the whole story. I was sick and tired of keeping his all a secret and I had to tell someone. He looked at me like I was insane, but didn’t say anything. He picked up his cell phone after asking me what hotel I was recently at. I heard him say “ Can I talk to Lucas Clyde?” And I thought I was going to die. He put it on speaker so I could hear his worried voice demanding to know where I was. Evon told him his address and when Lucas told me he got it down and that he’ll be over in a while I thought I was going to cry. Evon got me a blanket and told me to sleep after finishing my soup. But I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to see Lucas and embrace him into a hug. I heard the door smash open and footsteps running in. I saw Lucas, standing there in ripped clothing and breathing heavily. I saw him gripping his side and my first concern was checking to see if his wound had opened up. He saw Evon, glared at him, saw mw and then busted out in tears. He embraced me into his warm hug and I couldn’t help but to cry. Evon left the room to give us some time alone and to figure what happened out. Lucas was desperate to know why I ran away like I did. I didn’t tell him the truth. I just simply told him I had a bad feeling and that I had to get out of there. He believed me. But there was more hugging than talking. Evon checked up on us a few times since it was silent. Lucas said he would sleep in the living room on the floor while I slept on the couch. I’m guessing Evon was mad at this because the tone in his voice when he said that it was alright with him. Lucas walked out in his blue boxers and sat down next to me on the couch and watched television. I wanted to tell him to turn it off but he was asleep before I could say anything. I looked at his wound. It was still closed but he had scratches and bruises all over him. My guess was that he slipped and fell to many times running over here. I felt bad about leaving him, no matter what he did. He’ll never know my feelings for him. And I plan on keeping it that way.
 Taiyou Kurotsuki · Sun Feb 28, 2010 @ 07:46pm · 0 Comments |
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