What Happened on Wednesday

Part Three

On Friday, February 23rd, my younger brother, Dexx, was celebrating his eleventh birthday. Oliver came over after school with me today for Dexx's party. Actually, he came over as I was being a spokesperson for a football match.

"Hey, Aura."

"Hey, marshmallow."

He smiled. "How about Zaggy being a spokesperson? Let's play capture the flag. I want you on my team." I felt my face go red as I jumped down to get the flags out of the shed.

We played capture the flag until the sun went down. When it did, Dexx and his friends went inside to play Diablo.

Oliver was helping me pick up the game and we were talking about mom.

"She's trying to take us up there again."

"Damn. Didn't she say you guys didn't have to go until summer?"

"Yes," I paused. "You remembered?"

"Of course." He flashed me that smile again, the one that always made me try to hide my own smile that it caused. Contagious smiles are the best.

"Okay." I couldn't think of anything else to say as he sat down on the steps of the porch.

"Carry on." He said.

"I can't wait until I'm thirteen. I want to stay here."

"What do you mean?"

"Here is where I want to stay." I plopped down on the stairs and put my head in my hands.

"I don't want you to leave either." He smiled. "I like being this close to you."

"I like being this close to you too, man." I punch him on the shoulder. He frowned. Well darn diddly damn it. I blew it. I visibly cringed and wished I hadn't bro-punched him.

Before anything else could happen, dad peeked out and told us it was time to eat. What would have even happened if dad hadn't called us in for. Hell, I know I kind of blew it with the bro punch on the shoulder. And we wouldn't have like, kissed or anything, right? Nah, I don't think so. It's Oliver.

After we ate, we were all laying around in the living room playing video games, specifically Diablo 3. Oliver isn't really into that game, so I gave my controller to my sister so he wouldn't feel awkward. We sat in the corner part of the couch and talked and I stole his phone to play with. You know that cliche thing guys do at movie theater dates or whatever? Well, he "yawned" and put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I felt so safe.

Now that I really thought about it, I've never really not liked Oliver. He's just always there. It's like he's always right beside me or on my mind. He has always been so close to me. It would be alright if he asks me out. At the same time though, what if he doesn't like me. What if he's just doing this because he knows how worthless I feel. What if he's faking all of this.

He had to go home. His mom came by and picked him up about ten minutes ago. He hugged me right in front of her. His mom still makes me a little nervous, but that's okay. Everything is okay when Oliver is around. As soon as he left, I continued to feel worthless, and I sat down to write one last letter.

"To Whom It May Concern", a series of letters that later will be burned. My suicide notes.

Kourtney is telling everyone that I hate her. I am seconds from tears. Oh god, where's Oliver! I frantically looked for him. I'm so over this! I can't stand any of this anymore! I don't understand! Why am I even here anymore! I can't do this crap anymore. I'm done. I can't do it, I can't do this anymore.

I had just gotten over her. Over that depressive episode that lasted all too long for my comfort. I stand up for her, get her bully suspended, and she puts yet another knife in my back. My phone is missing. I'm not too phased. My plans tonight have nothing to do with a cellular device. My plans have nothing to do with anything but me and my thoughts.