The Possibility Of Us?

Chapter 3

The hippie guy's friend had stumbled down and he was gasping for breath as the hippie guy looked more horrified...

I turned around to see the last person I would have expected. DAN!

I looked into his eyes and saw this burning kind if defiance for a split second before he gave a swift blow to the hippie guy's head. They both stumbled and quickly scurried away like little rats.

Dan took me by the wrist and tightened his clasp. That's when it hit me. The worst has only just begun, Nat!

Get ready for an extravagance of awkwardness. You've gotta thank your friend for saving your ass.

"Weren't you not supposed to come here all by yourself?" says Dan, breaking the ice.

"That's none of your business! Who do you think you are, bossing me around like that?!"

I retorted.

A flicker of emotion that looked like worry interrupted his icy look, but it was gone too soon.

NO! I was probably imagining stuff.

Dan stood there, saying nothing.

"You didn't have to come around barging in like that. I was doing just fine", I said.

He snorted.

This is it! I've had enough. So he helped me.

But what's with that smug and haughty behavior? I'm not thanking him anymore.

"Yeah, sure. I was watching. you were just great! Stuck in your own little world, were you? You and your sneakers.

I'm sorry I interrupted."

I was outraged. "YOU WERE WATCHING?!"

He was having fun watching me in misery. "you're unbelievable, dan. You watched but never came along before?"

Wait. What just happened to me? I could feel my eyes getting moist. Before anything drastic happened, I turned around and ran.

I never cry. NEVER!

And let Dan, of all people, see me like this?

No. We don't want his obnoxiousness to inflate, do we?

Then the tears came streaming down my face. I ran and I ran till I was out of breath. I stopped at the pavement, probably looking like an asthma patient to the on lookers.

I walked over to the park across the street. I wanted to clear my head first. I couldn't go home like this because my ever neurotic mother would make a big deal out of it.

I sat there on the swing as I watched the kids leave with their beach packs. It was getting dark.

I couldn't help but wonder, where did the tears come from?

Maybe it was because of my irrational fear of something unspeakable happening with the hippy guy. That jerk.

But what was with dan today? It was only after he started speaking, did the tears start welling up. I've always been an emotional l person. But being with dan never really let me get sentimental. Ever.

Except for when we were little and I would let out a cry once in a while when he'd tug on the ringlets on my head and say that I look like Frankenstein with his head burst open and all the springs coming out.

I laughed to myself because now it all seems funny.

We are unbelievable.

I thought I should just go home, take a bubble batch and roll into bed. I was dead tired. I dragged myself to my house. I almost turned around and got to leave after I opened the door when I saw dan sitting there on my couch, perplexed...