Joy

Part 18

Joyce's P.O.V.

What to do- what to do... He catches me so unready for that. The last thing I was thinking about is him apologizing for everything.

Joyce: I... I don't know what to say about all of that...

Before I could finish the sentence, we hear someone laughing. After a few seconds, I see Dylan's friend and some girl in front of us- they were both laughing, probably drunk as hell.

Maria: Someone's here.

She whispers. Zach squints his eyes.

Zach: It's Dylan!
Dylan: This is Zach and his girlfriend Maria.
Maria: Did we interrupt something?
Joyce: No.
Zach: Thank God. Maria, Dylan- you know him... and this is his girlfriend Joyce.
Dylan: She's n...
Joyce: Hi. Nice to meet you.

I don't know why I interrupted Dylan. Maybe cause it was kinda nice to hear I'm someone's girlfriend and maybe I'm too lazy to explain everything now. But after what I said, I could feel Dylan looking at me.

Zach: Let's go!
Maria: Yeah... Bye!

They barely walk the same way they came from.

Joyce: Wow, they're really drunk.
Dylan: And that's how you looked like when...
Joyce: Last time- don't remind me!

He laughs,

Dylan: Okay, okay.

Silence. I don't know what to say.

Dylan: So... about everything...

I look at his brown eyes- this is probably so hard for him. I'm on my fingertips- kissing his cheek.

Joyce: I'll think about it.

Before he can say anything, I walk to the front of the house again. Martha is leaning on the wall- texting someone.

Joyce: Hey, ready to go?
Martha: Where were you!?
Joyce: I'm so sorry...
Martha: I'm smelling smoke. What have you been doing?
Joyce: N- Nothing.
Martha: Whatever, let's just go.

We're in her car- riding back home. Dylan's apology is in my head. What now- what are we?

The week passes. Then another. March is around the corner and I didn't talk to Dylan since when he apologized. He's avoiding me and I'm avoiding him.

One night- out of the blue, I find myself in front of Dylan's house...

Dylan's P.O.V.

I'm driving back from Zach's house. 2 a.m. and I'm so tired. It's been so long since I talked to Joy. She didn't call or text which means she made the decision- it's over. I park into the garage and start walking to unlock the doors. Suddenly, someone parks in front of my house. I don't mind- probably some neighbor. I walk into the house and throw the keys on the kitchen table.

After a few minutes of not being able to sleep, I hear someone's knocking. Who can it be at 2 a.m.? I unlock and open the doors. In front of me is a short black silhouette.

"Hi," it's a familiar voice I could recognize everywhere- Joy. She's wearing black jeans and a black hoodie.

Dylan: Hi... What are you doing here?
Joyce: I... honestly, I don't know.

At that moment I realize I missed her so much. We're standing in my room- still not talking. I don't even know how I survived these few weeks.

Joyce: So... Since I came here probably I should say something.

I'm silent. If she didn't decide, why is she here?

Joyce: I don't know where should I start... It's so- weird not to talk to you and not seeing you around and... anyways... maybe a "control-freak" is what I need in my life since I obviously have no idea what am I doing.