Weirdo

31

N/N = Nickname

TW: A Mental Breakdown, Crying

Y/N's P.O.V.

I shake Harrison, "Hey, wake up. I'm bored"

He wakes up and I hop out of bed. He stretches, I yawn, normal waking up stuff. I was still super tired, but I'm not gonna go back to sleep. He asks, "What's going on today?".

I tell him, "We were gonna go on a hike yesterday, but we didn't go."

"So we're gonna go hike?".

"Yeah. I'm gonna go ask a counselor first, so get ready for when I come back so we can go on the hike."

He replies, "Okay!".

"I'll get some granola bars and water for ya'."

He nods his head, so I walk out of our tent to the Counselor's Cabin. I knock on the door. It opens, Gwen asks, "What."

"Can me and Harrison go on a hike?".

David pops out of nowhere, "YOU WANNA GO ON A HIKE?! AND I DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL YOU TO?!".

I tell him, "Yep! I was wondering if we could grab some granola bars and water bottles from the cafeteria. And maybe get some sunscreen from you two."

David was quick to oblige, handing me hiking materials and sending me on my way. "I hope you and Harrison have fun hiking! Bye N/N!!".

I wave goodbye as I jog to our tent, carrying the backpack of supplies he gave me. I open up the tent and yell for Harrison, "Let's do this!".

We begin on our adventure. I just wanna talk. I need to ask about when he was being distant a couple of days ago. Surely, we can figure something out.

Harrison's P.O.V.

Man, I feel really bad for Y/N. She seems really tired, but she wants to go on this hike so bad, I can't say no to her. But I feel like I have to say something, "Hey, Y/N?".

"Hm?".

She turns to look at me and keeps walking backwards towards the forest. I tell her, "You seem really tired. Maybe you should just get some rest. We can wait to hike."

She tilts her head and gives a slight smile, her closed eyes show off her eyebags. "Oh, I'll be fine. I just wanna talk to you about 10 minutes in the forest. It's not far away!".

"Oh."

I turns back to the forest trail, "I bet we can make it in 4 if we run!".

I tell her, "You seem really tired. I don't you should be running."

She giggles, "With a stomach like mine, I could lose a few pounds."

I stand there. I process what she says as she walks away. She turns her head, "Are you coming?".

I return from my thoughts. I obey, "Uh. Yeah."

We walk in the forest, I'm too busy in my thoughts to notice anything else. What does she mean? She looks fine. Maybe I'm just overreacting. Maybe she was just kidding? Ugh, who am I kidding? I saw how she acts. She eats a lot then she just goes to the bathroom. What does that sound like? I feel like I should know what it is.

She stops. Are we already there? She takes a seat on a log and pats a spot next to her. I sit down. I breathe in, my head hanging, staring at the grass at my feet. I need to ask her. Just as I say her name, she says my name. I look at her. She says, "Yeah Harrison?".

"Hey, about a couple of nights ago."

"Yeah?".

I couldn't bear to look at her. I need to know. I need to make sure she's okay, even if it means stepping out of my comfort zone. "After you ate, you went to the bathroo-."

She cuts me off, "Don't worry about me! My issues aren't important."

"But they are."

She seems determined to stop talking about it, "Not as important as you think they are. You're blowing it out of proportion. I'm fine."

"Please, Y/N! Tell me. Are you okay?".

She stares at me, catching a breath and holding on to it. "Yes."

"Are you?".

I stare into her eyes like she would, with a desperate hope of her opening up to me. She stares back, her shoulders tense and jaws clenched shut. She breathes slowly through her teeth in a shaky, uneven manner. Tears start to fall from her eyes. She wipes her eyes and smiles, "Yeah! I'm fine."

I tell her, "You're not."

"I am."

"Then why are you crying?".

She lies, "I'm not crying! It's allergies."

I state, "It's not."

A small wait occurs. Neither of us speaks.

I ask, "Am I that bad of a boyfriend?".

She questions, "Wh. What?".

"Am I that oblivious to not have noticed until today? Days after the matter? I'm oblivious!".

"It's not you! It's me. Harrison, don't blame this on yourself. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine! See? I'm not crying! Everything's good!".

I look at her tired eyes; the tears that escaped her eyes as she tried to convince me that she was fine. I see her yellow teeth, one of which was chipped. She looks at me. I return it. Maintaining eye contact I ask, "Are you okay? It's not a bad thing to not be fine."

She looks away. A pause comes. I remind her "It's okay to not be okay."

She looks to the side at the ground and shuts her eyes hard, letting out the trapped tears. Her breathing becomes quick and shuddery. The tears fall faster. I hold her and sit her down on the log. She rests her forehead on my chest. I pat her hair as she grasps my back. 

She mutters, "No. I'm not okay."

I breathe, "Okay."