Opposites Attract

Chapter 2

When I saw her, a small smile appeared on my face and I walked over to her. "Hey, Dylan."

She turned around and, quite shocked, rolled her eyes subtly and looked at me. "What are you doing here?"

I shifted my weight from foot to foot and sighed to myself. "I wanted to let you know that I'm here for you. I know what it's like, this whole situation."

She sighed and her facial expression softened. "I'm sorry, I'm just in a bad mood. Thank you, I kind of need someone at the moment."

"It's okay, do you want to be my date to a party this afternoon?" I asked, hopeful she'd say yes to get her mind off of things.

"No offense but you're not exactly my favorite person in the world." She said softly, wiping under her eyes as what I assumed to be a family member interrupted our conversation for a moment to give her hug. They whispered something in her ear and I couldn't make it out, but it wasn't my business.

I gave a soft smirk and looked at her. "Please? I really want you to come."

"You really think that I wanna PARTY after my fathers funeral?" She asks me, raising an eyebrow.

"It'll help you take your mind off of things. I promise." I said, smirking.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, this will ALWAYS be on my mind. It's not like I'll have friends there anyway."

"You'll have me," I charmed.

"Not helping the case there." She muttered to herself, probably not wanting me to hear.

I sighed and looked at her. "Please?" I asked, practically begging for her to come.

She smiled sadly and looked up at me. "I'll think about it."

I nodded and gave her a small hug despite her protest, holding her close to me for a minute before letting go and making my way to the mahogany casket that sat front and center in the room.

I looked down at the lifeless, innocent body as memories of that year flooded my mind.

I sighed softly and said a small prayer, taking a small shotgun shell out of my pocket and placing it in his casket.

If there's one thing everyone in the city knew, it's that her dad hunted during Thanksgiving to make a little extra money by selling the cooked and seasoned deer meat, turkeys, and other foods to the people of the community. He was known for this and was definitely known for his shotgun shell collection.

Whatever shotgun shells he had left after hunting, he would save them in this little box. Sometimes if you didn't have enough money, you could trade six shotgun shells for one cuisine.

"The last one for your collection." I whisper softly before turning around and sitting next to Dylan.

To my surprise, she leaned in to my chest and laid her head against my chest. "Thanks for being here.." she whispered softly before continuing, "even though I don't like you."

I looked down at her as her soft blue eyes filled with tears and grimaced before handing a tissue to her.

"No problem," I whispered softly before wrapping my arm around her shoulder to keep her close to me.