Oblivion

five

Her grave. 

It had newly put flowers, signaling her parents had visited recently. A bundle of Limonium was laid out on her grave - her favorite.

Malia, she was beautiful and she left too soon. With a sigh, I sit down and lean my back on her gravestone as I brush my hand over the dirt underneath and gaze at the flowers. Even though it's only been a year everything was still somehow a distance memory - probably because I worked so hard to push them away. As much as I try though, they somehow always come back and I despise it. I hate it.

I took it the hardest when she left and I'm guilty about it, her grave being a constant reminder. I wish I had the courage to never come back here but I don't and the most difficult part is that I always come here for my own selfish reasons. Even when she's gone I'm still never able to stop myself from spilling my guts out to her. 

"I miss you."

With those words, I get up and dig up a small hole and put a ring inside it. The ring I took when she passed away. Her purity ring - she was too good. Once I brush the dirt on and I'm sure that it's well hidden, I start making my way home. 

As I was walking I spot a familiar figure with a bottle of possible alcohol in his hand as he was sitting on the top of a gravestone. Slowly I make my way over to them, once they notice me they made eye contact with me but don't seem fazed even a single bit.

"Jamie Heart."

"Zayden Stone."

He gives me a lopsided grin - and I know, Zayden isn't sober.

"What are you doing here?" I slowly drawl out as I look around, finally settling my eyes on him, once again.

"Visiting the family." I give him a questioning look to which his reply was to get up and stand next to me.

"Can you figure it out?"

I look at the gravestone he was sitting on and the few next to it. 

Six.

There were six gravestones and the names shocked me. 

Jason Stone. Sarah Stone. Dustin Stone. Jessica Stone. Leila Stone. Brian Stone.

"They're dead."

"I hadn't known." I didn't miss the sarcasm he was displaying, I also didn't miss the slurring of his words.

"I'll take you home."

"They say home is where your family is." I noticed the distant look in his eyes before a smile took over his face once again. He looked down at me and flashed me a wink. I gave him a scowl.

"They say home is where the people you love are." I corrected him grabbing his forearm and pulling him with me, exiting the cemetery.

"Oh... good then, I don't have to be with them then." My step faltered at his words but I continued my march once again. He was drunk.

"How did you get here?" I asked once we were in the parking lot, there were only about five cars here. 

"Car." Good. I reached my hand out, signaling for him to hand me the keys and with an exaggerated sigh he handed them over to me. With a roll of my eyes, I told him to lead the way.

We stopped by a fairly old black pick-up truck. It didn't look as if it was about to fall apart but you knew it was used. I got in, followed by Zayden getting in.

"Where do you live?" 

"Are you stalking me, Jamie Heart?" The teasing was visible in his tone.

"Are you being annoying, Zayden Stone?" The mocking was visible in mine. He let out a loud laugh.

"So?"

"I'm not telling you where I live." He said in a low tone, taking a swig of his bottle. His mood just did a straight out 360.

"Okay, so where am I supposed to take you?" I was annoyed at this point and I wasn't trying to hide it either.

"Your house." I scoffed at him.

"My house isn't a motel."

"Who said I was paying to stay there?" Realizing it was pointless to argue with a drunk Zayden who was intensely unreasonable, I snatched the bottle out of his hand emptying it out - outside the window much to his protests and threw the bottle into the grass.

The drive consisted of Zayden asking me pointless questions, and me humoring him. Drunk Zayden was annoying.

Once we reached my house I exited knowing he would follow me and went inside. I heard footsteps behind me and heard a plump on the sofa. I see someone's getting comfortable.

I grab a glass of water and bring it to him, only to see him talking to a pillow.

"Zayden, what the fuck are you doing?"

"My best friend and I are finally reacquainted!" He sounded like a child.

"Well you're best friend wants to welcome you, here take this glass of water." 

He jumped up and ran over to me taking it and downing it down. Once he was done he looked at me and blinked a few times.

"Jamie Heart, I'm tired." With those few words, he fell into my arms.

"Zayden, get off." His answer was a hum - as if it was that simple. With an annoyed sigh, I dragged him to the sofa throwing him on it. After rearranging his legs to a comfortable position I pulled a blanket over him and threw myself on the sofa chair next to him. 

This has been one hell of a day, I wonder if my mom will get mad to find a random boy on our sofa. 

Oh well.