Here With Your Heart

[IX] A Distraction

As we shifted our conversation from the crazy shit that has been plaguing our lives after reaching a dead end in our knowledge, I uncomfortably paced around the living room thinking of about the state of the house, getting self conscious about it. I tried distracting myself by focusing on the TV. 

"Oh my stomach... I admit I forgot to eat this morning," Gavin uttered as I could read the nausea on his face. 

I suggest, "I can bring you something."

Gavin got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, without warning. My soul jumped out of my body, screaming in embarrassment, but in reality I quickly headed to the kitchen and tried hiding the overabundance of uncleaned dishes in the sink, which I was scared Gavin was going to make a comment about.

"You look so stupid when you do that," Gavin laughed as he raided my fridge. On top of being rich and renowned, he's been so mean to me ever since we met. But opening my fridge was a whole other level of shame for me.

"Wait-" I cried.

With the open fridge handle in his hands, Gavin asks, "What?, as he looked into the fridge, peeking into the freezer drawer and seeing a Danny DeVito ice pack, peering at him, staring into his soul.

"It's not what it looks like! Just don't say anything-" I started blushing almost as bright as Gavin when he gets flustered.

"Does your family have a weird obsession with Danny DeVito or something?" Gavin laughed.

I retorted, "It was my mom's!"

"Oh, I'm sorry?" Gavin looked at me funny.

I sighed, "It's there for personal reasons..." Gavin nodded and didn't pry further, my body releasing all of the tension that just gathered.

Gavin then proceeded to look through the pantry and took the last fruit snack. I couldn't stand for this travesty, because I was always the one who ate the last fruit snack. But since it's Gavin I'll give him a pass.

We sat in the living room again, but this time Gavin mentioned my lack of hobbies. I felt uneasy about him talking about it because of everything that it has caused. He sat closer to me and reassured me, but I still felt a bit strange. He got caught up in his emotions at the date, so what were his motivations in helping me now?

I shoved that aside during the conversation that had Gavin make me look at the activities list with him like I was being having menu items being read off to me like a little kid. It was embarrassing but there was a lot of things that did look interesting. In the end though I couldn't decide, so Gavin told me I should join Yearbook because I could practice a bunch of different skills with that, whether it be graphic design or photography. 

Surprisingly, Gavin was really good at sitting with me and helping me figure out what I should do, almost as if he has practiced doing that before. He knew a LOT about the other activities despite never joining them. Albeit he is pretty involved in the school anyway. 

I really wonder about the other side of him, the one filled with wrath towards me. Something tells me I should talk to him about that, but I feel like avoiding it would prevent any conflict. That's the least I need right now, with all these new developments. 

I feel a bit guilty for liking him, but I can't help it. Sitting here and admiring his mere presence makes my stomach sick with longing. 

"I'm home!" We hear from behind us. Gavin was panicking, knowing that I didn't tell my dad a friend would be over...

"Just stay here Gavin it's fine-" I plead quietly, not wanting my dad to get suspicious and his time was already up.

I turn back to see dad, and another face as well. He was a rather staunch looking guy with a suit on, and sunglasses that allowed the smirk on his face to be emphasized. Was this a work friend of Dad's or something? The two were holding Chinese takeout, but only enough for three people.