he looked at me today.
I was in the shop with my mom and sister and I saw him. he was in the vegetable section with his mother. he didn't seem to have any siblings.
he was picking out fruit. apples. he seemed to be struggling. like he couldn't pick which Apple he wanted.
he looked up. there I was. caught in his caramel swirled eyes. he smiled. I smiled back.
he goes back to picking apples.
"hey, you're Clay.. from school, yes?"
my heart dropped. I looked up and nodded nervously. I know his name but I don't want to sound creepy, so I made it sound like a question.
"Y- yeah and you're George, right?"
I stuttered. I fucking stuttered. I sounded like a fool. such a simple sentence and I stuttered.
"you seem pretty nice compared to everyone else.. could you come here and help me?"
help? what could he need help with? I mean, whatever it is I'll try my best.
I walked around the counter and stood next to
the boy. he really is short. he looked up at me and points between the two bunches of apples.
"do you mind telling me which is red..? these signs aren't really helpful."
I looked at him confused but complied. is this some sort of game?
"ah thank you. sorry for interrupting you."
don't apologize.
"it's no problem. um-"
don't ask. just comply. just ask him another time.
"thanks again. I'll see you on Monday, Clay."
I nodded my head and walked off.
my mother wouldnt leave me alone. in the store, in the car, even when we got home. soon enough my sister joined her.
"I don't know.. I don't know!"
that's where I snapped.
I don't know why I was looking at him like that.
