Lost

18

Tobias Eaton, July 5th, 12:30 2015
"Did anyone ever tell you what a hot dog looks like?"
"Zeke"
"A di-"
"Zeke" Ibsay sternly.
"Geez, you really grovel in your sadness" he says. We're sitting on the red velvet steps in Times Square.
I hope my eyes shoot daggers at him.
"Sorry. What's got you?"
I don't respond, but rather shift.
"Four, you gotta tell me"
"What if I don't want to, Zeke?"
I crumple up the tin foil, walking to throw it away.
"Well, I want to know"
"Well, sorry"
We start to walk back to the compound. We're in silence for a few minutes.
Then Zeke speaks.
"Dude she's never coming back, you know that, right?"
Why does he doubt me? Tris is here, he just doesn't know it. He has no hope.
"Liar" I mutter under my breath.
"Come on, we both know it's true"
"Zeke, she'll come back. I swear"
"Dude, she left you, you think she's just coming back-"
That's it.
I take him by the shoulders and pin him to the wall, "Do not tell me that, Zeke. You know better than anyone else, not to get on my nerves"
And then he runs away.
Faster than I've ever seen before.
Of course.
Was I that harsh?
I call out to him.
"Zeke, dude, I'm sorry-"
"Freeze!" a loud shout interrupts, "Put your hands in the air when we can see them" someone says from behind me.
Oh god.
Oh god.
If it's the cops-
I slowly turn around- it's the cops.
Oh god.
They found me.
After four years.
Like this?
So easily?
And officer takes my hands, pinning them behind my back, and cuffing them together.
I am so done for.
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"The Mysterious Four" the policeman says, the one guarding me, chuckling, "Finally in jail"
I stare up at him.
And then I put my head back in my hands.
What will Max say? Me in jail?
"It took us four years to catch you. But we found you-chattering on the streets. Pfft" he says.
"Please just shut up"
He sighs, but turns away from me.
It's already been 24 hours-more probably. I have hope that the agency will bail me out, but it is $25,000.
A little pricey.
But I'm a valuable chess piece in their game.
But, they'll probably break me out.
As if on cue, another officer walks in- and he doesn't look happy.
Keys jiggle in his hands as he takes them out, reluctantly
unlocking the door.
"Someone decide to bail you out" they say.
What?
I throw on my hoodie, "Who's my bailer?"
"Waiting outside on the bench" he says.
I don't say anything as I walk out of the building. I look right, seeing a hooded figure on a bench.
I sit next to them.
"Thanks for the bail, Zeke" I say, "Couldn't be happier"
He takes the hood off his face and-wait, it's not a man at all. It's a woman.
And not just any woman.
"Tris?"
"Well, it's certainly not Zeke"
She's even more beautiful in person. Her bright, vibrant eyes. Her long beautiful hair.
"Wow" I say. I hold back the urge to press her against the wall and kiss her, those plump pink lips taunting me.
She smiles at me.
"Hey Tobias"
"Tris" I breathe, and then I wrap my arms around her, our lips barely touching and then-
She places a finger to my lips, looking away.
"I....have a boyfriend"
Of course she does. She's twenty two.
I shift uncomfortably.
There's a few moments of silence.
"How did you find me?"
She smiles, "The news. I have the money, so I thought, hey, Tobias needs it..."
I can't take my eyes off her-her beautiful body, and everything.
I blink, "How are you?"
"Okay"
That's it? That's all I get for ten years? Okay?
"But, we can catch up later. Do you need a place or....?"
No.
No, I don't.
"Yes" I say.
Tobias!
"Okay" she says, standing up.
I follow her.
And we don't touch.
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She shrugs her jacket off.
"This is my place"
In the Hilton Hotel. Where we robbed Christina. That's where she staying.
"What brings you to NewYork?" I ask, observing the places.
"I'm traveling with my friend, Christina. And in a week, I start my tour"
"Oh really?"
She nods.
"What for?"
"My book. It comes out July 9th"
"What's it called?"
"Dancing through the Pages" she says, "About a book character coming to life"
"Cool" I say.
I look around the room. Plain.
"I like it" I say, trying to comfort her.
"I don't" she says blankly, putting her hands on the door. I watch her. Our eyes meet.
Then I stare at the floor.
Clean aside from the juice stains.
I sit down in a chair.
She closes the door.
She takes in a breath.
There's a speech coming.
"I'm sorry" she says, her hands still on the door, even though it's closed.
"Huh?"
"I left you. With those people. I was such a coward" I can hear it in her voice.
"No, you weren't. I told you to keep going"
"I shouldn't have listened to you" she says, keeping her arms crossed, her sweatshirt bunching up, "I thought about everyday. Every morning. Every night. About how I should've saved you"
"Tris, I'm fine, so it doesn't matter"
"Do you think I knew that?" Her voice cracks every so often, and it pains me: she could break out in tears at any minute, and I'd never know what to do.
"I turned that corner out of fear. And then I flew back to California, never knowing what happened to you"
"Tris, it's okay, I forgive you-"
"I know you do" she says.
And then we're in silence.
She wipes her eyes, and says, "Do you need to take a shower?"
"It's okay, I don't"
"Well, you don't exactly smell the best"
I chuckle, "Thanks"
"Your welcome. Now get in the shower"
I chuckle.
"Towels are in there. I'll go get you a new pair of clothes" she says.
"Tris-"
"No, you need it. Don't worry, I'll get them like this. What size?"
"I don't know"
"Turn around" she says.
I do.
She dips her fingertips into the back of my collar, and pulls out a tag.
"Medium" she says, and lets the paper go.
Wherever the belt would be is where she flips it, so she can barely see the size.
"Pants also large"
She lets it go.
"I hope you don't mind using the same underwear, because I'm not willing to check"
I smirk at this, and turn around. Her pink plump lips smiling, teasing me.
I wish it was like it used to be.
When we were young and could do whatever we want.
Like kissing.
But I can't. She's not single anymore.
I drag myself away from that topic, and decide to answer her question.
"Just get the largest size you can get"
She rolls her eyes playfully, grabbing her purse, "I'll be back. You better smell like grass or something when I get back.
"I'm not going to guarantee grass, but it'll be good"
She laughs, and I enter the bathroom.
I press my back to the door.
And smile.
Oh god.
I think I still love her.
So, how's school going guys? Did you do anything fun?
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~Isi~