The Days Of Kelsea's

(20) Kelsea - Monday 27th August, 8.16 p.m., Sitting room

(20) Kelsea - Monday 27th August, 8.16 p.m., Sitting room

Today was nothing like I expected. I really wanted to get out of the house (of course I wanted to be away from mum's depression) and maybe go and visit Gram. But it didn't happen. Because at seven o'clock there was a knock at the door. I hoped whoever it was would go away but they didn't - they only knocked more. And more. So, cursing, I dragged myself out of bed and went downstairs to throw the door open. 

I should have maybe combed my hair, or brushed my teeth, or even gotten dressed. Because Kale Atticus was stood at the door in a button down checked shirt looking wide awake and fresh as anything. And he said my full name in greeting, and I sleepily said his.  

And then, "I was wondering if you wanted to come on a walk with me." 

I answered by, "Kale, it's like really early." Looking back, that must have sounded really lame. 

And his features just brightened even more. "I know. That's the best bit! We can have the whole day." 

I'm sure my face must have looked skeptic. "Are you just hanging out with me because no one else is around?" 

And he told me no. He told me that I was a great friend. 

"How?" I asked. 

And if I'm not mistaken, I'm sure he looked down with a shifty look, biting his lip, his hands deep in his pockets. "Well... I like your sense of humour. And you listen to me. You seem to care about what I say." Finally he looked up. "Also, you seem to like the stuff I do and say more than anyone else I know. Which I should be worried about. Because everything I do and say is a load of crap, really, but-" 

"It's not a load of crap," I intercepted quietly, but firmly.  

I remember his sea-green eyes growing wide as they stared into mine, before he ran his hand through his hair. And my eyes caught onto that wristband again, with those words, 'music cleanses the soul'.  

And because he didn't know what to say to me at that moment, something felt off. So I stepped back slowly, and mumbled, "I'll be ready in five." Then I sprinted upstairs, leaving him there. 

Thank God I'd had a shower the night before. Now all I had to do was brush my hair and wash my face and spray deodorant and body spray. I chose a red striped top and denim shorts, with my red Converse, and tied my hair up in a ponytail. There was a medium sized red spot threatening to break through my skin any second above my left eyebrow, so I covered it up with concealer (which you shouldn't do, I know) after putting spot cream on it.  

And I raced back downstairs, without saying goodbye to anyone because there was no one awake. Kale was sat on the front step and I poked his back shyly, making him stand up and stretch.  

It was a very attractive sight - his biceps flexing and the back muscles showing through the thin, tight cotton of his shirt. 

"That wasn't really five minutes, but I'm not going to complain." 

"Good. You should be experienced with having to wait for ages, since all your girlfriends and friends that are girls must be those diva types," I told him as I started ahead of him onto the pavement. 

Rolling his eyes as he looked at me, I remember Kale grabbing my shoulder gently and pulling me off into the other direction. "Where did you hear that?" 

"I just ... Guessed, really," I admitted. "I mean, you're one of the cool people! I know the girls I've seen you with." 

"Don't you remember when we used to hang out all the time as kids?" He was trying to change the subject. "You're acting like we don't know eachother."