Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 4

Fay

I love the beginning of Summer. I can sit out on the shaded porch, listening to the pool run. I can cool off in the pool and relish in my books.

That's that I'm doing today. It's warm outside, I have a thin bathing suit on, even with little clothing covering me, I still have a thin layer of sweat on me.

I hear the sliding door open, looking back I see Harry.

"Hello Fay. Do you need anything done out here, I just got here." He asks me. I shake my head no and smile. He seems to be looking me up and down, his cheeks heating, even with the warmth outside, there was more to it.

"What are you reading?" He asks. I hold my book up to him. He nods and takes a seat a few feet away from me.

"You can come out here anytime." I make him aware, just so he knows.

He touches the back of his neck and nods. I look back to my book, thinking about the wedding. Harry always had friends. He was always around people at school. He never said much to me in public, and I never said much to him.

Sometimes his group of friends would make hurtful comments, and while Harry never agreed or said much with them, he never stopped them either. I see it as the way it is, I don't hold him responsible or accountable. Especially seeing as we aren't that good of friends. I still can't seem to help myself though.

"You hardly recognize me, do you?" I ask with a straight face. He looks up to me and shakes his head yes.

"Oh sure, yeah. School and such. I remember you. We've never said very much to each other though." He says this as a fact. Maybe even a little defensive.

"Obviously not. I guess that may look quite bad to your group of friends." I don't mean to sound condescending, but I'm sure I do.

"Fay, it's not like that I promise. I don't say much about anything, ever. That's just me, but I don't mean it as any harm to you. You seem to stick up for yourself pretty well." Again, slightly defensive.

"Oh yeah, sure." I smile. I decided to drop the conversation, he seems uncomfortable and I'm not sure I actually care too much. I just wanted to see how red he'd get in this cheeks. He did have a point, he was social, but he always seemed to be the odd one out.

We laid out for a while longer. We didn't say much to each other. He finally stood up, he gave a small wave and smile was headed back into the house. After a while I decided to head back in. Walking into the door, I see him wiping down the counter.

"Hey, I'm about to head out. Do you need anything?" He asks.

"Oh, no. I'm alright." I answer back quickly.

"Right, well I'll be back tomorrow. I'll be on my way then." He says and walks out of the door.

It's quiet without my mother home. As the years went on and I got older, she saw it fit to leave me home alone more. It's not like I did much anyways. She even knew how I was lacking in the friend department. It never bothered me much. I felt as if there was more for me out there. Maybe it was university, maybe it was after.

Settling to my bed, I look over my applications on my computer. Scanning my eyes over to make sure each detail is accurate. NYU being my first choice, maybe it seems cliche, but they had an amazing english program. I didn't want to change the world or anything, I just enjoyed writing. I enjoyed writing things I saw and felt. I enjoyed decomposing within words, it made more sense than numbers to me.