This Tiny Town

Chapter 4: Micah POV

At 10:00 p.m. I finally headed up to my room to go to sleep. I get into my bed and close my eyes, but I really can't sleep tonight. I can't help thinking about Ozzy.

Currently the thing on my mind was the first night that Ozzy spent at my house. It was when I still lived with my parents. Ozzy had looked a little nervous to be over. I guess he might have been nervous because he knew that me and my parents fought a lot. He probably thought he would do something to set off my parents. When it was 11:40 I came up with the idea to sneak out and try to calm his nerves. We ran around our town for a while and sometimes stopped to take a breather. We just passed the grocery store when it started to pour. We didn't have anywhere to go at that time. I took his hand and I took us to a parking lot. I took out my phone and started to play my favorite song at the time, Classic. I closed my eyes and danced around. I could feel Ozzy's eyes on me for a while, before he started to dance as well. Eventually we both lost ourselves to the beat of the song and when we came back to reality it was super late. We went home and we got scolded when we got back. While my parents were yelling at us, I told him to go take a shower and that he could use a change of my clothes. My parents were getting even more angry because they were mad at him too. I told them to leave him out of it. I got grounded for a month because I snuck out. I went upstairs and Ozzy was sitting on my bed with my clothes on. At that moment I thought Ozzy was a little cute, but then I quickly told myself it was because he looked like a girl. We spent the rest of the night talking to each other till the sun rose. I wish I could go back to that night and enjoy it even more. At that time I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

That night was the first I saw Ozzy let go of all of his troubles. When we started dancing his face just relaxed. I guess that might have happened because he was looking at me, but nonetheless, he was happy. He had the biggest smile on his face. His smile spread from ear to ear. His smile made me smile.

That memory kept playing in my head until I fell asleep. I wake up at 6:00 and go downstairs to eat breakfast. When I open the pantry I remember that I didn't get groceries. I decided to go to the grocery store right now so I don't run into Ozzy again. Ozzy never wakes up before 8:00 when he gets a day off. And I would hope that he took the day off.

I get everything I always get. I drag my feet as I walk up and down the aisles. If Ozzy was here, he would be prancing around, talking about the homework or some new song he found. These trips to the grocery store without him are the worst. Not having him here is leaving a big whole in my heart.

I use what is left of my money that my mom and dad put into my account to buy my food. I make a note to myself to text my parents and tell them that I need more money. My mom didn't like the constant arguing between us, so she decided that I was old enough to decide if I wanted to stay or go. She said that she would give me money to take care of myself if I said I wanted to leave. I didn't like arguing either, so I told her that I would live on my own. I think it was for the best because me and my parents have a slightly better relationship. She comes and visits every month and we don't argue that much.

When I told Ozzy he was scared that our relationship would only get worse. He thought the less we talked the worse every problem would get. I couldn't blame him for thinking that, but moving out really helps. Now I handle the problems that made my mom so mad. She said that it felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

I reach my house and put everything up. I take out some microwavable sausage and biscuits and make them. I eat and lug myself up the stairs. I chose to go to school today. It is better to be late than not showing up at all.

I plan to wear a white button up shirt and some black pants. I put on some black boots and lightly comb my fluffy brown hair. I quickly throw on my dark blue and green striped trench coat. I slow to a normal pace when I get outside and I put in my earphones.

I eventually arrived at school and it is already the 3rd period. I wait till the end of 3rd period so I don't have to walk in in the middle of class. I go inside and go to my 4th period which is my least favourite subject, math. I don't have this class with Ozzy which is probably the reason we are both failing math.

I write down most of the things in my notebook, but I would doze off every other second. Mrs. Hart had to raise her voice a couple of times before I finally stopped dozing off. She announced that we would have a test on Monday. Another failing grade is going to go into the gradebook.

After the 4th period ended I walked to 5th period. 5th period is english, one of the classes that Ozzy and I share. I look around as I walk in and I don't see Ozzy. I thought he took the day off, but then he walks in right after me. I don't think he saw me because he didn't look at me.

I take a seat at the front of the class and Ozzy takes a seat at the back. He finally sees me and throughout the whole lesson I can feel his eyes on me. When he looks away I have to fight the urge to look at him. Sometimes I slip up and glance back at him. I think he knew that I looked at him because he would quickly look right at me.

I wrote very little down because all I could think about was Ozzy staring at me. In the blink of an eye 5th period ended and lunch was starting. Usually me and Ozzy sit together, but I sit on the opposite side of the cafeteria. When Ozzy sits down, I watch as he pulls out a book and starts to read it. I guess he knows that I am not sitting with him.

I watch him the whole time. I watch as the football boys sit around him and try to talk to him. I know that the look on his face means he is uncomfortable. My heart hurts because I want to help, but I can't get myself to get up and go over there. I know that if I go over there he will try to talk to me and I won't be able to walk away.

I didn't pack anything to eat, so I spent the whole time just staring at Ozzy with an empty stomach. Usually lunch feels short, but today it feels as though it will never end. Finally lunch ends and I go to my next class.

Spanish class was rather chill today and I went to my next class. We had a test in social studies. I definitely failed that test. The next class I go to is athletics which I also have with Ozzy. I don't have to see him though because I was practicing baseball. Ozzy and I walk the same way when going home, so after class I quickly leave so we don't walk with each other.

After a while I started to hear shuffling a bit behind me. I turn my head a little to see who it is and I am surprised to see Ozzy. I didn't expect to see Ozzy because he takes forever to get dressed after class. He obviously tried to get dressed quickly because his clothes were very messly.

I speed up a little to get home quicker and I hear Ozzy sigh behind me. I take a peek behind me and I see that he isn't trying to catch up to me.

We start to approach the street he turns down, when he says, "This was useless. I knew he wasn't going to talk to me, but I still got my hopes up." I don't know if he wanted me to hear that or not.

I look down at my feet. It made me feel guilty. I knew he had fears of abandonment because of his past. I was the only person he had left and now I have left him by himself again.

When I look up, I see that I had unconsciously turned down Ozzy's street.

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