The Adventures Of Jayden and Oliver

I See You

I can see you.
You're not hiding.
You're sitting on the couch. Staring at the television. You didn't come to visit me today. Or yesterday. Or even the day before that. It's starting to get cold. I can't always stay in these cold areas of this city. I have to find a warm alley. For the twins too. Being homeless is lots of work. I don't know if you'd know that though.
I don't want to leave you though.
Will you visit me? Am I aloud to see your face?
I look into your window. I can see people. I see some men. Why are there men in your house? Do you not like me anymore?
I wipe a tear from my cheek.
Wow.
Pitiful.
I watch you cheer. With these men. Did something happen? Am I missing something?
One glances over at the window.
He sees me. I'm scared now.
What are you going to do?
He taps your shoulder and points.
I can't move. I try to hide but you have already seen me.
I'm worried.
I hope I don't ruin anything for you.
I can hear your front door opening.
I'm hiding behind some plants.
The chatter of your houseguests can be heard faintly.
Some asking.
Who is it?
Do you know him?
Is he alive?
Where'd he go?
I can hear you asking them to back inside and watch the game.
I wonder what the game is.
Your voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"Jayden?"
I catch my breath and try not to cry.
Are you going to be angry?
Will you hate me for watching you?
I want to still be able to see you.
But I do I see you.
Looking for me.
Are you worried?
I can't tell.
I'm worried.
"Jayden please come out."
You sound sad.
Why are you sad?
I crawl out, tears running down my cheeks.
"Jayden what's wrong?"
I'm pained.
I'm scared.
I'm sad.
And worst of all. I miss you.
But I couldn't say that. You looked happy. I cry some more. I can feel your hands wrap around my shoulders. I can feel your heartbeat. Your breathing.
I grip on to your shirt and choke out a few words.
"I ...miss ...you"
I start crying more. Why am I crying? Sure I'm sad. But people come and go right? Why would you leaving be any different?

It is different.
So so different.
You pull me tighter and try to hush my sobs.
"It's all right shh"
I can hear their words.
Oliver who's that
Who's this
Is he alright
He looks weird
Oliver why are you hugging him
Yeah! He was watching us
Their words. They pain me. I'm no creep.
I feel your grip tighten on me.
I whisper into your shirt. Barely audible for even you to hear.
"Im not a even a boy today..."
Your grip tightens even more.
"She is a friend of mine"