How To Save A Life

Chapter 10

Tyrone only ended up leaving after a few hours, I was sad to see him go he was really growing on me. Just kidding I don't like kids, but Sean did seem rather fond of him. Maybe he's one of those guys that just really likes babies.

"Hey Sean, are you, like, really into babies? Cause you were good with Ty." I ask him.

"Am I really into babies? No? I don't know? What kind of question is that? I don't mind taking care of babies if that's what you're asking." He replies, confused.

"Yeah that's what I meant. But why? Or how? Like I cannot take care of children they don't like me and I get so annoyed with them. It's like, stop crying I just fed you and changed your diaper, what more could you want."

"Well if you think about it they probably are just crying because their uncomfortable. They're just giving you a piece of their mind. Also I think they can sense the dislike, so maybe if you learned to like them they would like you back."

"Maybe I'll learn to like them when they stop being so fussy.".

"It's a baby. Are you really gonna hold its fussiness against it? It doesn't even know words yet."

"Yes, I will. Do you want to do something? Let's do something."

"Such as?" Sean asks.

"We could do a puzzle." I suggest.

"A puzzle?" He asks skeptically.

"Yeah, who doesn't like a good puzzle?"

"Don't you think it's too late to do a puzzle? It's eleven thirty."

"Yeah I guess. We could go for a walk."

"What part of it's late don't you understand?"

"Well I don't know, what do most people do when it's late?"

"I don't know I'm usually in bed by now. My bedtime is ten." He states matter-of-factly.

"You have a bedtime?" I question.

"A self set one, yeah. There isn't anything to do at my house so usually I go to bed early."

"Why don't we just watch something on TV? It's never too late for that." I offer.

"Watching TV is boring. I want Tyrone back." Sean replies stubbornly.

"Well I sure don't. Okay how about we just sit on my porch? It's nice out, we can talk and, I don't know, like at the sky or something." I make one more offer.

"Isn't that a little romantic?" He asks.

"Oh my gosh. either go along with one of my ideas or come up with your own I'm done come up with things." I say with a sigh.

"Okay, okay. We can go sit on your porch. As long as you have a porch swing."

"I do in fact have a porch swing. I'll lead the way, it's in the back porch." I say as I walk to the back of my house.

We walk into the porch and take our seats on the one porch swing we have. It's kind of small so there's no way to really put a lot of room between us, not that I'm complaining. We sit there and talk about constellations for a while. It's literally something out of a romance novel and it makes me sick.

After a while Sean gets curious about the time. I don't what he's curious about its already past his bedtime. He picks up my hand to check the watch on my wrist. It's one in the morning. We've been out here talking about stars for an hour and a half. I don't even know anything about stars how did I have an hour and a half conversation about them?

I'm contemplating all of this when I realize Sean has moved on. He isn't talking about stars again, he's switches to a book he read last week. I couldn't tell you what it's about if I wanted to cause right as he was getting into the plot I realized my hand was still in his. He never let go after checking the time and now we were holding hands.

Now this may come as a surprise, actually it really shouldn't come as a surprise at all, but I've never actually held hands with a guy. The problem is the OCD. I've always considered other people's hands to be unsafe and unclean to touch. The real surprise in the whole situation isn't that I've never held hands before, but that I actually didn't mind that he was holding mine. In fact I rather enjoyed it holding hands with Sean. I didn't feel the need to run and wash them right away like I usually do after shaking hands with someone. I feel like this is a good thing.

I've been lost in thought for a good while when I realize nobody is talking anymore. Sean must have been serious about the bedtime thing cause he's now passed out on my shoulder. Or maybe he's just tired cause it's now one thirty and he spent a few hours babysitting today. Either way I don't blame him, I just don't know what to do about him. He could stay here all night, my parents wouldn't even notice, but I don't know if his parents are expecting him home. Makes me wonder what it's like to have parents that actually care.

After a few failed attempts at waking Sean up I finally give up and decide he can sleep on the swing. I dig his phone out of his pocket and send 'Mommy' and text saying he was spending the night at a friends house. Hopefully she wouldn't as questions, I'm not sure how she would react to him sleeping over at a girls house. I shove his phone back in his pocket and make my way upstairs to start my nightly routine and finally go to bed.

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Author's note
Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Feel free to please point out any spelling or grammar errors, I would like to eliminate those. Tell me how you're feeling the story. Good? Bad? Any feedback is better than no feedback. I'm trying to speed it up a little bit cause I feel like it's moving pretty slow, but I don't want it to go too fast cause I want the characters to build relationships realistically. Oh the struggles of writing teen fiction. Any vote, comment, all that regular stuff and remember it's a great day to be alive!