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Chapter Six: "My Own Pitiful Silence."

Chapter Six: "My Own Pitiful Silence."

My eyes tore from Williams back once Taylor clapped her hands in front of my face.

"Hey there princess, did I miss a marriage proposal too?" she looked at me with a hint of sadness in her tone but soon it was replaced by a full blown and very contagious smile. Just as hers had appeared mine did, I wasn't quite sure why this boy was being so.. rude.

"No, he was just being a gentlemen," my voice was almost sarcastic considering our revelations about how I began to think he was a-

"He wasn't being that gentleman-y to me," she studied her y-ending word, but before she could ponder it any longer, I filled in the gaps.

"That's not a word Tay," she glared at me for a short second then subsided due to the fact that he came back with our drinks in less then a minute. He almost seemed to be rushing. Taylor must have noticed it as well, because she gave me a sideways glance telling me he wants to see you.

"Y'all ready to order?" he asked, only concerned with peaking over his shoulder, he must have either seen or done something he wasn't supposed to see or do. William had a hint of southern accent that I hadn't picked up until now.

"Yes."

"No."

Taylor and I said together, receiving a confused expression from tall, dark, and annoying. I kicked her leg under the table and within moments we were playing footsie.

"No, can we have a little more time?" I fled from the ultimate battle of footsie and my best friend held a look of triumph on her face. He glared at us a little to long then said;

"Women, so indecisive," I waved his comment off like I didn't hear it and so did Taylor. For a short moment I felt like shooting back but thought I would take the high road. Maybe Mr. Sarcastic doesn't like playing nice.

"My point," I told her when he walked away, extending my arm to the side, following in his trail.  I took one glance around the room to make sure he wasn't listening, but boy do I wish I hadn't.

The women I was formally told to be Gloria, stood with her back to the kitchen, standing almost to completely still. Her eyes seemed drained and the tray in her hand, almost so heavy she would need to flex just to hold it up. However it didn't carry anything but a check and an empty plastic cup. Sweat had been trickling on her earlier, but I thought nothing of it due to the Southern Louisiana heat.

"What, I don't think he's that bad," I started to turn, facing Taylor and telling her it was because he was undeniably hot, but a loud echoing crash made choke on my words.

My vision became blurry when I snapped my head in the same direction as the sound. With everyone circled around what it was, I couldn't see, but I already knew. Grimace appeared on her face, sweat had been trickling down her forehead when we met. Gloria was having a heart attack.

"Someone call 9-1-1," a man that appeared to be in his mid-forties yelled, his back to me. I stood there like a deer in the headlights when I noticed her against the wall. Why didn't I do something? What if she dies? I could have saved her.

"Move, move," it was me that pushed through the crowd, eyes pouring into my back and head, watching me lean over her. I held onto her wrinkly hand and noticed the color of her cheeks fade. My mind and all its jumbled up knowledge screamed directions at me, I had learned about things like this in health, and usually I would know exactly what to do. If only I paid more attention instead of daydreaming about Jason.

Really Alaska, you're thinking about this now?

My mind told me, I got mad at myself for wondering off and began to do everything I knew how to do.