Five days go bye.
More like five days fly by. And they fly by ever so... Normally...
Nothing goes wrong, but then again nothing goes right either. Life seems to just carry on. And I'm forced to get used to this new routine.
This new routine that involves my mom being gone eighty percent of the time. I've been trying to convince myself that's the reason she's been acting so different lately, but I know that can't be further from the truth. It's like she doesn't even care anymore. I was supposed to be grounded this whole past week, but she pays no attention to that at all. Chester still comes over, and I even hung out with Megan on Saturday. It's like my mother forgot about everything except for her work. Forgot about me. Although, I shouldn't complain. I can practically get away with anything now. Not like she would care anyways. And I know why she's acting like this, I'm not stupid. I opened a wound that was barely even stitched closed to begin with by bringing up my dad. Who knew seven words could crush someone as hard as they did my mother.
And don't get me started on Chester. The past few days, Chester has turned into a protective, and maybe even a tad jealous, freak. Seriously! Why does he care if I hang out with Mitch? Since Wednesday with the lunch incident, I rearranged seats at my new lunch table so that Chester could sit their too. I brushed of the obnoxious remarks from Violet and Shelly about Chester's new presence at the table, and it worked. Once the girls saw Chester's bubbley and adorable personality, they fell in love with him, just like I knew they would. Yet, I can't help but get irritated to no end by Chester always butting into me and Mitch's conversations. Every time Mitch even gets a inch too close, Chester's there in a heartbeat to start a new conversation and gradually scoot me away. What's wrong with him? It's not like I even like Mitch anyways. I don't like Mitch do I? Ugh. That's a different situation I'm not sure I'm ready to dive into yet. I just wish Chester would calm down. After all, who is he to be so protective of me? He's not my brother or dad, he's my best friend.
But besides my moms and Chester's strange behavior, everything is solemnly... Normal... As normal as it can be without April here.
It's Sunday afternoon , and I'm currently sitting at my window seat with my knees gently hugged to my chest. I pick and scratch at the hole in my over worn black leggings as I stare blankly out of my small window. Not like I have much of view, but over the years I've grown fascinated with the brown and red bricks of April's hou-.... April's old house, I mean.
Today's actually been a awesome day. I've never been a person who's always on the go. I'm more laid back, I don't mind sitting at home for a day or two. And today, I've done just that.
A hushed knock brakes my stare of the brick wall and sets it onto my closed door.
"Come in." I chime in a low voice.
A bright grin takes over my face as Chester enters the room. Yes, Chester has been acting strange. And yes, Chester tends to get on my ever living last nerve sometimes, but Chester's smile is contagious, and never fails to make me smile as well. It's always been that way, really.
He has on a plane blue T-shirt and tan khakis. His hair, as always, a curly mess above his head.
"Hey Les." Chester beams as he strolls toward my small bench.
"Hey Chester." I return his gleeful tone with a smile.
The pink cushion dips as Chester sits down and sends another heart warming smile my way. It's only then that I notice Chester has a green envelope in his hand. He smiles down at the letter and flips it over in his hands a few times before handing it to me.
