Where Two Sides Meet

Tutoring

Dear Journal,

My shift was over and I was hungry. So I went outside and started eating my lunch. It was a sandwich, it had tomatoes, mayonnaise, parmesan cheese, and ham.

Felix walked around the corner, I put my sandwich in my backpack. Of course, I was sad about putting away my lunch but I was thrilled to see that he showed up. "Hey Felix, sorry I was just finishing my lunch."

"Oh, yeah, it's cool," Felix stutters. I wonder if I make him nervous. "So, where do you go to school?" he asks.

"Freeman, but I might not be there for long, I don't know how I will manage to keep my grades up," I say looking down.

"Why don't you get a tutor?" He asks in the most genuine tone I had ever heard. I explain to him my living situation and that I am saving up for college. He seems sad,

"Seriously, it's no big deal," I say under my breath. I can tell that he heard me.

"W-Well, what if I tutored you?" He says with a cautious tone.

"Really? That would be great!" I say, probably a bit too loudly.

He smiles and stands up, "I should get home now, my mom thinks I'm just getting ice cream."

"Well here's my number," I wrote it on a sticky note from my back pocket. He takes the note and runs off yelling, "Thanks for the ice cream." I wanted to go with him, I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted to say something but instead, I just watched him run down the alleyway.

"School is going to start in two days and I need to catch up on summer reading," I say under my breath. I run home and it doesn't take long but then again, I live a minute away.

When I enter my apartment I walk into the kitchen and put my sandwich in the fridge. Putting my backpack on the ground, I take off my shoes and use my socks to glide across the wood over to the couch.

I wish I had a TV to turn on but I knew that it would just be one more bill to pay so instead I took out my phone and started watching youtube videos, but I couldn't focus on any of them.

Felix was the only thing on my mind, like a song stuck in your head.

Just the way his face is perfectly shaped and his hair shimmered in the light. When you look into his eyes, you just get that, that feeling.

My phone buzzes so I look at it, it's Felix, he wrote, "hey." I had no idea why but that "hey" meant the world to me. Why did I care so much about this boy I had only just met? Why did I feel so nervous just talking to him? I only met him a few hours ago. So why do I feel like this? It just doesn't feel right, or at least...not normal.