Artistic Love

Chapter 14-Jezelle

We got to the laser tag arena and I already decided that I hated everything about it. Felie dragged me in, consistent on the fact that we had to support what Tyson and Trevor were wanting to do. I seriously considered zapping Felie even when she was on my own team.

In the end, we won. Two athletic boys, one dancer and a painter were not matched for the seven year old kids we were going against. I honestly felt a little bad too, wanting to give these poor kids a little win in life.

I walked up to one of the girls and sat down with her. "Whatever you do, don't get attached to anyone. That'll just end in disappointment on both sides of the story. Love is rough, darling. Don't let anyone tell you who you can't and can like. And-"

Felie grabbed my arm, "Let's not traumatize the little girl, shall we?"

I wanted to abandon the boys desperately after laser tag. We did something they wanted, and I just felt like I wanted to be a romantic genius with Felie. They allowed me to go home and cook up a storm really quickly for Felie to impress her.

My dad helped me cook, assuming it was for Tyson and I. Only Jennifer knew that I was actually going with Felie, but I didn't feel like telling him about Felie and I until Felie felt complete satisfaction with her sexuality. "I hope Tyson likes my cooking. He's such a noble guy for going with you so you have someone to dance with."

"Yeah, he's been really great."

My dad let out a happy sigh, "I'm so glad he moved back home."

"Me too," I smiled, "I hope he finds some he likes so then he doesn't have to take me as a pity date every time." I knew he did, but it was kinda fun messing with my dad a little bit. What he doesn't know isn't going to kill him.

He put the sandwiches he made into my basket and put in a few Cokes for the both of us to drink. "Anything else you need?" He asked.

"A hug." I told him with my arms already out.

He gave me a grin and pulled my body into a hug. I squeezed him tight around his back, having just a moment of peace with my father. He let go of me and gave me a light tap in the shoulder, "Have fun."

I grabbed the basket and ran out the door to where our group was sitting on our porch. "You guys could've come inside."

"We're scheming," Felie told me with an evil grin.

I sighed, "About what?"

"If we can figure out how to get you to drive us somewhere," Tyson sighed, "They want to give you a Driver's ED class." He didn't include himself, which wasn't a shock to me.

The new awareness to what they were talking about hit me like a wave. I could practically feel my body slouching over and trying to fold in on itself so I could hide from every moment of my past that I couldn't handle reaching out to again. The wave grew into something tidal, sweeping me off my feet and drowning my lungs. I held strong, facing my friends without letting the tears roll down my face. "I...would be open to it." I hated how much a car could give me anxiety.

"Great!" Felie smiled, "Let's get you in that driver's seat!"

Tyson grabbed my basket from me and put it into the trunk. Felie led me towards the front seat and then went into the back herself. Trevor went up front with me and started pointing things out. "That's how you change gears," he said, "And you better know the pedals by now!" He kept commenting on every inch of his car, filling my head with little tidbits of information I wasn't actually keeping.

Yet somehow when I started to back up, I almost killed us all. Shocker to nobody. My anxiety was boiling, the rushing thoughts kept attacking me through every movement I made in the driver's seat. I saw Tyson through my mirror and he looked guilty for me to even be sitting in that seat. He was the only one who understood what was going on with me, because he had the exact same thing going on with him for awhile.