The Boy in the Park

Chapter 9

I was sitting on the bench, next to Dylan, and we weren't talking.

This was absolutely fucking ridiculous. When he said we should "start over" or whatever, I didn't think he meant actually starting over, and sitting but not talking. 

Several times during the awkward 30 minutes, I had wanted to say something, but I didn't. I kept my mouth shut, and looked down. 

Why the fuck didn't I bring something to do while I was here??? I mentally yelled at myself. At this point, I wouldn't even mind if I had just brought like... a thesaurus  or something. I would rather read a thesaurus then sit here and feel awkward. By the way, I was still absolutely pissed that he told me we couldn't talked, made me waste a whole month moping and probably being a bad friend because I was so upset, and now, he was making me feel super uncomfortable. Well, I wasn't having it.

"This is a really stupid fucking idea."

"Yeah, I realized that after about 10 minutes, but I was waiting for you to say something." He said.

"Well, if you wanted me to not be mad at you, you probably should have just explained why you did everything that you did." Seriously, I needed an explanation.

"I meant what I said on the car. I didn't want to get you involved with all the stuff I'm going through. But I realized that I do want to keep talking to you. I was just embarrassed that you heard everything at my house, and I was even more embarrassed at how I reacted to it. Even if things aren't going too great in my life, I don't have to treat you like shit." Wow. I didn't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting that.

"Well... uh thanks. For deciding to keep talking to me." 

"You're welcome." He said, awkwardly running his hands through his hair.

I sighed, because I knew things would be kind of awkward from now on. We weren't really the same as we were before. 

"Wanna play the question game?" I asked. I was making a reference to the first time we had ever talked, when he had asked me if I wanted to play.

He smiled. "Sure."

I racked my brain for a weird question that would break the awkwardness between us. 

"Would you rather fight 100 duck sized horses or 1 horse sized duck?" I finally said. 

"Um.. I would rather fight 100 duck sized horses. Except I wouldn't fight them, I would make them love me, and then take them home and keep them as pets." It was hard not to let out an "Awwwwwwww!" because seriously, how adorable was that?

"Okay, that was pretty cute." I said. "So, your turn now."

He looked kind of nervous, but didn't say anything.

"Are you gonna ask me a question?" The silence was killing me. What did he want to ask me?

"I know this is kind out of the blue, but could I have your number?"

What? How did the conversation move from little duck sized horses to him wanting my number?

When I didn't reply, he said "You know, in case I need to contact you. Because while I was coming to the park everyday waiting for you to show up, I realized that I should've got your number earlier. That would have been much easier."

Maybe he only wanted my number "in case", but I was still smiling. By now, I wasn't mad at him at all. I was just happy we were okay.

"Give me your phone, I'll put it in." I said.