Slow Motion

•Death Cab•

When we reach my place I open the door and ask him if wants to hang out now that we have put that behind us. "I was hoping I could so.. yes" he replies giving me a smile. We walk into my place and go to the living room each taking a seat on the couch per usual. I wiggle my way into his arms and he tightens them around me.
  We had just gotten into a fight and now we are snuggled up on my couch. Today was definitely odd.
As we sit in my living room he turns on the tv to bones as as he had just a week before. We were watching the grave digger episode and as I watched I couldn't help but say. "Booth and Bones are perfect for each other yet so oblivious to it"
"Mmh it's kinda cute though" he mumbles as I put my legs over his. He smiles and hugs me tighter as we continue to watch the screen.

We end up watching two episodes and then ended up trying to make brownies.
  "Okay now just pour all the wet ingredients into the dry" I say reading off the instructions. "Okay done now what?" He asks staring at the bowel. "We mix it!" I say happily. I grab us whisks and we each take turns mixing it and "taste testing" it. Then we pour it into an old cake pan I had and popped it into the oven to cook.
"While we wait what do you wanna do?"  I ask hopping up onto the counter. "Hmm I don't know" he says standing in between my legs. "Actually maybe we could listen to that cd you bought" he says giving me a smile. "Okay but I don't wanna get down right now" I respond fake pouting. "Hmm that sounds like a problem" he laughs picking me up. He spins me around and over to my now fixed CD player putting in the one I had just bought earlier today. The song starts and I sing along to it pointing to the counter. He brings me back over to it and sets me down to where I had been moments before. I then give him a quick smile and continue to sing along and surprisingly he start to sing too.

We do this until the timer goes off telling us to take our brownies out of the oven. He grabs an oven mitt from the drawer and slides them out setting the pan on a towel. "They smell great!" I say smiling at him. "Yep and it's all thanks to me" he jokes. "Hmm pretty sure it's because of me but whatever you say" I tease pulling him over to me. He kisses my cheek and nose before planting one in my lips.
"How is it that I got so lucky and met you" He asks giving me a soft look. "I don't know but I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one" I smile. "Mmh I know I'm pretty great" he laughs lifting me off the counter once again. "Yep you are" I say as my feet touch the ground.
  I go to the fridge and pull out a jug of apple juice. "Would you like a glass of this fine beverage" I say in a ridiculous accent. "I think I would" he replies in the same accent. I pour us each a glass and the grab a knife to cut up the pan of now cooled brownies. I serve each of us one and then put a cover on the rest of them.

After eating and putting away our brownies. We were entertaining ourself by sorting my cds. "You have a lot of death cab for cutie" he states putting it into the D section of shelf.
  They were sorted alphabetically because that's the way I liked it.
"Yeah my mom really loved them" I say smiling a little at the thought of her. "That's cool, you don't really talk about family how come?" He asks looking over to me. I sigh and know that this was going to be a difficult discussion.
  "Well mainly because I no longer associate with the people that I once called family. There's years of shit that happened that I will not go into detail about because I simply don't want to. But to sum up where and how my family is, my dads in jail I think, my moms and grandparents are both dead and I don't have any sibling so yeah" I explain tears pricking my eyes. "I'm so sorry you don't deserve all of what has happened to you" he empathized giving me a look.
"I know, I'm mainly sad about the fact that the one person I truly loved and trusted never got to see my grow up past the age of 12. She didn't get to see the person I have become and that just fucking sucks" I tell him as I continue to organize my discs.
  "You miss her lots don't you?" He questions. "Mmh more than anything or anyone ever" I say as tear rolls down my face. He leans over and wipes it away quickly before asking "if I may ask how did she die?"

I close my eyes for a little before starting to explain my moms death.
"Well she was sick for about 3 years not only with a illness the doctors couldn't figure out but she also suffered from severe depression. One morning she had gone out on one of her "mind clearing" walks and without anyone knowing jumped off of Lillac Cove bridge. My dad and I found out that afternoon after her body was found by a group of police"
My friends face fills with sorrow and he nods his head unsure of what to say. "I'm really sorry" he finally says gently pulling me into a  hug. He presses a hand to my cheek and wipes away all of the stinging tears that had fallen as I talked. I let go of the hug and go back to what we had been doing before. I had never opened up to someone like that so I wasn't sure of what to do now.

"So what other music did she like?" He asks suddenly trying to bring back the happiness that had faded from the room.
  "She obviously loved death cab for cutie but some other musicians she liked were The Shins, The Starting Line, Cartel, Hidden in Plain View and Blink 182" I answer. "Your mom was cool" he says smiling unknowingly. "Yeah she really was but not just in music, her style and just everything about her was cool" I acknowledge as I think about her.
  Her blonde hair was always in waves or tangled and messy braids. Her clothes were almost all baggy and neutral colors. She had a smile that lit up every dark room and seemed to never disappear even when she wasn't happy.

My face twists into a slight smile and I hold onto the picture in my mind of her. She was the only person who never had anything bad to say about anything. Even when life continued to fuck her over she still always remained positive, for me at least.
"You own almost every early death cab cd and vinyl, how did you even find all these?" My friend asks snapping me out of my head. "Oh well used records stores is where I found some of them but my trasatlanticism record was a gift from my mom" I explain. "Oh okay that really thoughtful of her to give you a record she liked" he remarks putting the last cd on my shelf. "Yeah that's how she always was though, everyone came before her" I add pulling myself off of the floor.

I glance over at the clock. It's now about 10pm and I had to ask the question that had been eating at me since last night before he leaves again.
"What are we?..."

An: so I have writers block and don't know what to write so here's this terrible chapter. I didn't edit it at all so sorry for errors :(