Wildflowers

Chapter 28- a drunk and very sad girl

WARNING: Alexs' doing adult things!

Alexandra, August 17th

I've always felt like I'm peculiar compared to everyone else. I realize everyone is different from one another, but it has always felt like myself versus them, and almost as if there is something very wrong with me. 

Making friends has never been facile for me, when I've always found interactions unsettling. There is something amiss. And all I do is try to hold it buried of view. Yet, it seems to be something evident. "I've never seen that girl talk to anyone; can she even speak? Why is she acting that way?" Even if it wasn't real, it always feels like it had been.

But it appears I've finally came across an unusual one. Myles. He either sees straight through me or presumably he solely doesn't mind what I am like. Perhaps he just approves of me for who I am. He truly is a distinguishable someone. I cherish the guy to the moon and so much farther.

I once broke down in a storage room at work after Myles had just left after coming to see me, because his affection was so overwhelming. He came to see me and talk to me because he cared about me, just to go back home and see me a few hours later for the whole night. That dude. And all the things he does for me, to me.

Maybe I'm just desperate and pathetic.

But he is here with me. He hasn't given up on me.

I had been reading a book, resting my limbs, at the house when I heard the rain. I quickly flew off the bed, pulling on my shorts and the hugest sweatshirt I could find.

My love was calling.

Now, hood over my head I walk through the rain, streetlamps showing me the way. My converses are soaked but I don't find it in me to care.

A few houses past the one where a house party seemed to be in a full swing, I see a figure sitting down on a curb. I shove my hands into my pockets and quieten my steps.

A sobbing redhead has hands to her face, and she weeps with no care in the world. I hesitate. As I see her better, it's Bree, from the band. I hesitate even more. I don't do this, walk up to people and comfort them or else.

Something in me forces me to stop by her and the next thing I know I'm sitting down next to her. She notices me and flinches. "Alexandra?"

I, myself, flinch at her throaty voice. "Yes"

I shift uncomfortably and abandon my pockets, leaving my hands on my lap.

"You're crying" I press my mouth shut immediately and close my eyes. "Shit. I mean, talk to me? You good?"

"Do I fucking look good to you?" her bloodshot eyes snap to me. I swallow and smile weakly.

"Too good, babe"

To my surprise she lets out a little laugh. She sighs, wiping under her eyes with her fingers. There is still a string of mascara tears left on her cheek, I raise my hand and swipe it away gently. Her lip starts quivering upon my act.

"Oh, no, Baby. Don't cry no more" I scoot closer and reach my arms around her. She's tense for a moment before she breaks again and grabs onto my shirt. "Actually," I caress her head, "let it all out. I got you" 

I can feel her shivering, I hold her tighter. The rain decreases and all that is left are thin coats of clouds, a full moon and a starry sky.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?" I whisper once she's calmed.

"So much. Too much is going on." she chokes out. I nod and run one hand up and down her arm, her head on my shoulder. "Connor is a shit dude and," she lets out a shaky breath, "everything" She presses her eyes shut not to let more tears fall.