Is it really over?

Chapter 5

Tuesday passed quickly and so did Wednesday.

It's now last lesson on Wednesday the 7th.

I'll visit Nate again today, making all my thoughts be about him once again.

Me being quiet is picked up by David and unnoticed by Carl and Charles.

I start doodling an egret orchid.

This time isn't bad.

I was nervous last time, but the only emotion I feel at the moment is happyness, because I'll get to see him again.

I wish I could hug him again...

Talk to him for hours on end or just lay in the grass with him again.

I want to see him smile,
his eyes lighting up at little things and his hair flowing with the wind.

I want to hear him talk, joke around and giggle.

I start to feel sad, but the memories keep me happy at the same time.

I haven't noticed the smile in my lips, but I guess Carl has.

He lightly taps my shoulder and I look at him.
"What are you smiling about?" He wispers, because we're in class.

"Just remembered a few nice moments from the past." I wisper back, smiling at him.

"What are you drawing?" he asks looking at my block.

"It's an egret orchid.
A pretty flower, which means "My thoughts will folow you into your dreams"."
My eyes glance from my block to Carl and back.

"It looks really good."
he says, still smiling.

"thank you."
I wisper, ending the conversation.

I'm pretty sure Carl is tired.

He's not as talkative as usual and he's comfortably laying on the desk, watching me draw with slightly narrowed eyes.

Before I know it, he's completely asleep.

Once the lesson ends I softly shake his arm, him stirring awake and yawning.

"Oh, hi Sirus." He says rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry for waking you up. School's over."
I say feeling slightly bad seeing his tired face.

"It's all good.
I'll probably just head home and go to bed instantly."
he mumbles.

"We're you up late again yesterday?
What did you do?"
I ask while we put our stuff in out bags and stand up.

"working on the melody for my next song.
It's going pretty good this far.
I think it'll turn out really good."
He says, pushing the chair to the table and pulling his bag over his shoulder.

"You walk home, right?"
Carl asks me.

"I'm not going home now, actually."
I say hesitantly.

"Oh! where you going?"
He asks getting curious.

"Visiting an old friend."
I smile nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

"Awesome! You drive with a bus?"
He asks, beginning to walk towards the classroom door.

"Yea..."
I walk with Carl.

"So who's this friend of yours that I've never heard of?"
He asks giggling.

"His name is Nathaniel, but everyone calls him Nate.
We've been friends for a long time..."
We walk along the hallway.

"How long?"
Carl asks.

"Uhm- around twelve years..."
I keep my eyes on the ground.

"Holy fuck!
That's longer than expected...
How come you've never told me about him?!"
He says acting offended.

"It never came up I guess..."

Carl is the person I'm closest to telling about Nate, but I guess not close enough...

Maybe another time...

"never came up, huh?
Okay mister I don't tell my friend about my secret friend."
Carl cuckles while we walk out of the building and to the bus station.

"Maybe I can meet Nate sometime."
he says.
"Tell him I said hi, alright?"

"I'll tell him"
I chuckle followed by a comfortable silence.

"The mystery boy~
sounds epic."
Carl says, deciding to break the second silence.

"You should write a song about it."
I joke.

"Oh my god, you're so right!!!"
He says, taking my joke too serious.

"The bus will probably be here soon."
I say, still chuckling at Carl's excitement .

"We should write the song together! We'll be in music club next week!"
He's way too into this idea.

I start laughing.

"What are you laughing at?!"
Carl asks getting "offended" again.

"You took it way too serious."
He playfully punches my arm.

At moments like this I realize how much of a small brother Carl is to me. But without the down sides.

I raise my hands in surrender.
"Ok- we can write a song together." I giggle.

"YAY!"
He gives me a quick hug.

It's a little funny, because Carl's one head shorter than me.

I ruffle his hair, but then hear the bus next to us.

We get on and sit next to eachother.

This is going to take a bit, so Carl begins being tired again.

I offer him my shoulder to sleep on and to wake him when we arrive at his stop.
He doesn't hesitate and sleeps immediately.

I take out my phone and make a picture of us.

I then put in an earbud, listening to music and looking out the window.

I wish I could adopt Carl, just because.

Nate has been lying in that bed for almost four years.
I hope it's comfortable...

As if my thoughts aren't enough, the next song to come up is sad, but also a banger, so I can't skip it.

I just mouth the words and look at the trees zooming by outside.

After about 15 minutes we're almost at Carl's stop.

I softly shake his shoulder and he wakes up pretty quickly, saying bye and getting off the vehicle.

Now I only have to drive about 10 more minutes before getting off...

Would he be happy I'm there?

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I know it's going slow, so sorry...

Hope you have a good day.

Bye!

-Viv