Pensamientos (short stories)

Return to Sender (Part Two)

Alaska

I hope the earth swallows me whole the entire ride home. Unfortunately, no such luck.

"Alaska! You're home early!"

"Love you too, can't talk!" I say, waving and fleeing to the room so I can flop into bed.

I think I'm going to die. It really feels like death is coming.

My head is pounding, like the thoughts are desperately trying to escape, and yet all I can think about is Logan. Logan finding that letter.

I don't even remember what I said.

What if it's bad? What if he reads it and never wants to see me again??

Why didn't I just go in there and get it???

Oh God.

I cover my face with my hands. It had his name on it. He's going to think it's a birthday card from me or something, and then he's going to read it, and then I'm never going to see him ever again.

Bzz bzz.

Lolo 💙
I hope everything's okay.

Lolo 💙
I'm thinking about you.

Lassie 👑
I hope so too. Thanks <3

Oh, why can't there be a sinkhole. Or a black hole. Or a worm hole. Some kind of hole that opens up to get me out of here. Ugh.

I grab a pillow and hug it to my chest, closing my eyes, praying for some kind of relief. Hoping he doesn't read that letter and decide he hates me. Hoping Jade find it first, comes to her senses, and throws it out, so that Logan never ever finds out what I felt about him. Feel. About him.

If I think about it any longer I think I'll explode. So I try to think of anything else. Ignore the rampant thundering of my heart.

And I fall asleep.

Logan

That was... weird.

I walk back inside, sitting down in time for Jade to walk back to the table. She looks nervous, too.

"Hey.." there's a hesitant smile on her lips

I scrunch my eyebrows. "Hey?"

"So..."

I blink.

"So?"

"You're still here." She smiles.

I blink, move my bottle to the side, and tilt my head. "Yep. Pretty much... planning on staying all night. That's usually how a birthday party goes."

It's her turn to look confused. "Am I missing something?"

"Oh!" I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Yes. Yeah. Uhm, Alaska had to go. Something about an emergency."

"What?"

"Yeah, her dog... ate a baby wipe or something. Actually, let me check in with them." My hands are already on my phone as she fixes her mouth to speak again.