Book 2 to The Summer of Love & Heartbreak. Go read that first.
She survived the night- or did she? She wakes up a changed person after she couldn't save Billy. How will she keep going on? Move on without him?
Her pain is like the wind; uncontrollab...
I wake up the next morning, feeling like I made a mistake.
My mind was blank all night, nothing. No emotions. When I should've been nothing but happy- ecstatic even.
But I have to remember to keep smiling for everyone. Anyone- but me.
Eddie is my clean slate. The fresh start. Cold water after a long shower. A nap after being out in the sun all day. We always come back to each other- it's like we are tethered at the hip. Like I can feel the string that connects me to him; and him to I.
Maybe with time... I'll wake up happy.
I trudge my way to the bathroom- not caring if Steve is in here just so I can splash so cold water on my face. What was I thinking yesterday? I mean yes I'd love to be his girlfriend.. I guess. But all the kissing, which I'll admit was good. But this soon? And all the hardcore flirting.
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Turning on the sink to cold, splashing my face when I hear Steve's door open. "Long night?" He asks, "You came home late last night?" I roll my eyes and splash some more water on my face, then grab my toothbrush. He does the same, wetting his toothbrush down and putting toothpaste on it. "Who were you with? Mom was a little worried." He starts brushing his teeth, and I do the same.
We both just stare at each other, making funny faces at each other like we are talking telepathically. Like we are identical twins and have that kind of connection. His eyebrows become a unibrow, bug eyes, and a shake of his head.
"Seriously who were you with?" He ask after he spits. "I'm just worried about you." He leans against the counter.
I spit and roll my eyes. "Eddie."
His eyebrows go to his hairline, "Eddie?"
"Did I stutter? Yes." my attitude is at an all time high today. I feel like I could fight someone or bawl my eyes out. I wonder what day of the month it is?
"Why'd you grimace when I said his name?"
I slowly inhale through my nose, then a slow exhale. "I'm just stressed. Worried. Overthinking per usual. It's my forte. Overthinking." I shake my head, and grab my hair brush.
"About what?" He keeps pushing and can sense I don't want to talk- but keeps pushing.
"He asked me out last night." I confess. Brushing my hair and looking down at the mint green rug. It doesn't match anything in here. Why do we even have this?
"I thought he did the other night?" He looks confused then I watch the light bulb go off in his head, his eyes get wide. "Oh. Like to be his girlfriend?"
I nod my head and whisper, "Is it too soon? My overthinking brain is saying it is."
He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't think so. But do what you feel like is right. Just don't tell mom or she won't let you or him go on that trip." He walks out of the bathroom into his own bedroom, but leaving the door open.
