Two teenagers drowning in their own emotions.
She was the 'I'm fine' type of girl.
He was the 'no you not, tell me what happened' type of boy.
Could I make it more obvious?
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8 years ago...
"Who was the girl at the bakery?" Nana asks. As we sit outside on the table.
"I don't know, I was to busy eating my cupcake I accidentally bumped into her." I tell her. "She thought it was intentional so I gave her my bracelet as a sorry gift."
While I was explaining Nana grinned widely, listening to every word.
"Oh my goodness Nana you should've saw her eyes, it was the most beautifulest thing I've ever seen." I smiled.
"Fall in love with someone's eyes. Hair will turn grey, teeth will fall out, hearts will shatter and we'll shrink as we age. But the eyes? The eyes of a person grow old with them."
Present
"You didn't go home?" She asks. As I walk up to her.
"Mind if I join you?" I ask pointing to a spot next to her. She nods slowly like debating if she should or not. "And no I didn't feel like going back there." I put down my book I brought to keep me entertained "You?"
"Wasn't feeling it." She shrugged. She grabs her bow again stopping quickly glancing at me. "Do you mind?" Nodding she plays a soft tune.
I open my book as I began to read the poetic book. After awhile she stopped playing the soothing tune. Not bringing my eyes up from my book. Hearing her shuffling around.
From the corner of my eyes I see her softly touching a white Rose. One of my favorite flowers. Reminding me of the times were me and Nana would spend hours in the garden as she poetically speaks of the beautiful flowers.
With the thought of my Nana making me sign gathering my stuff not wanting my mood change to change her mood. If that makes sense. Like if the vibe around me is bad, my mood changes for the worse. Does that makes sense? I don't know.
"Ugh see you at school," I awkwardly say goodbye not waiting for her to answer. I don't even know why I walked up to her in the first place. We don't even like each other.
The time spent with her playing the violin was quit soothing. I arrive at the gate securing the mansion, typing in the code making it unlock it.
Parking my car, not forgetting to bring the Vodka that mother demanded for. Quickly doing the sign of the cross before entering. Scanning the room looking for her to give the bottle.
Hearing a loud groan snapping my head to the noise, mother stomping down over to me. Muttering a 'finally' under her breath. She glances at me rolling her eyes, looking away.
"Mia!" Dad yells from there bedroom I never dared stepping inside.
"Coming!" And with that she was scurrying off.
Walking inside my bedroom I grab my journal. Opening the balcony door. Viewing the bright city. Sitting down I open my journal and start to write. Every one awhile I take time to write about my day. It a good coping mechanism.
Sitting here it feels like I'm away from reality. I cherish moments like these. Mom and dad now sleeping, hopefully. Even at time like these it feels like I'm suffocating, like I'm drowning.
Would Nana be happy with the person I am today? I'm not oblivious I know I've changed. Than again my life changed.
I died I feel like I've died when Nana passed. I can't be revived because I'm already so deep you can't bother picking me back up. My heart back up. Sometimes I wonder would Nana like the new me? Is this the real me? It has to be, I was bound to end up like this.
This has been me for the last seven years. It's just really sucks. And I hate this, hate overthinking stuff like this. I know what Nana would want me to be but I know what I have to be. I smile lightly at the things she would say to me.
'Dear your to young to be worrying, live the best of your life we only got one shot'
But I know my place I know what I have to do. I have to put my happiness in the back, and do what I need to do in the front.
Walking downstairs, Monday morning noticing the cleaners sweeping the shattered alcohol bottle dad threw on the wall last night. I instantly run up to the cleaner seeing her grabbing it with her hands.
"Oh no!" I exclaim putting my hand out stopping her from touching it. "I'll clean it."
"It's fine Mr Jensen," the old lady declined.
"It's alright I would hate for you to cut yourself," I smile at her reassuringly. "And please call me Caden"
"Really Caden I have it," She tried again.
"I really don't want to see you hurt." I plead. Seeing her nod in disapproval. "I insist really."
"Okay." She breaths out. After cleaning the glass from the black floor. She looks at me, smiling kindly. "Thank you,"
"Your welcome." I say softly. "Have a nice day." I announce to all the cleaners. Hearing them copy my words back at me.
Opening the door to my black Lamborghini. Driving to school as I look at the beautiful rainy day. I always enjoyed rain. I felt like I wasn't alone. Like the gloomy weather was gloomy with me. The rain falling from the clouds were music to my ears.
Or I'm just a huge fan of dark colors. I hum quietly to the sound of classical music coming from the radio station. Loving the instruments come together. I smile slightly as the violin plays solo.
Heaven plays better.
Dismissing that thought when I arrive at school parking in an empty spot near the corner of the gigantic parking lot of Montgomery Private School.
Walking to the doors as girls admire from the corner of my eyes. Making me smirk. Pretending like I can't see them hike up their skirts. Not cocky just confident.
