Carry Me Home

Chapter 20

I had been at Dyno’s house for about two and a half hours. It was nine. I made my way over to Danny’s. I couldn’t help but remember the last time I had went there, it had been about nine then too. But Mars had been there last time too, and it was too much to hope for him to be there again – I mean, for him to not being there again. *sigh* I think I like being around him because even though he asks a lot of questions, he doesn’t expect me to answer them…

When I got to Danny’s I draped my black leatherjacket over my arm. Sitting down at my regular seat I leaned my bike against the wall and took a… journal out of my bag. I ordered a pizza and another cookies & cream milkshake. I don’t know why I like milkshakes so much, maybe because they’re like ice cream only liquid. But, they were just so good!

I started writing in my ‘journal’ after I had taken my order. But it wasn’t really a journal, it was more like an account of my thoughts if that makes any sense. I would just kind of let the words flow from my pen onto the paper, I relished in seeing the words fall out in front of me. Sometimes I draw pictures inside it when I can’t seem to find the right words to describe something. Today I found myself drawing a picture. I wasn’t sure who it was of until it was finished. When I looked down I found myself looking at a miniature Mars. I felt like screaming, but instead I just slammed the book shut and shoved it back into my bag.

*Mars’ POV*

I was across the street when I saw her. I hadn’t meant to end up here, but I guess that’s just the way things had ended up. I could feel the heat from my resent meal running through me. I still remember the poor thing’s struggles before it had finally given up. I hadn’t killed it; I had just done enough damage to tamper with it’s memory, make it forget seeing me. But when I came out from the alleyway where I had just eaten I found myself across from Danny’s.

Dianna was sitting in the same seat as last time looking intently at a book. When she put her pen down and looked back at whatever she was working on her face became troubled and angry. She slammed the book shut and stuffed it inside of a bag that was sitting at her feet. Her dog wasn’t with her this time. She looked frustrated, but I couldn’t tell why. I decided to go in and check on her.

*Dianna’s POV*

I started playing with a fork while my mind fumed at my drawing. How dare I draw Mars. How inappropriate; how unthinkable. I picked up a fork and tried to distract myself with other thoughts, but Mars just kept popping back into my head. Urg. I twirled the fork around in my fingers. Danny’s door opened and closed behind me but I was too preoccupied not thinking about Mars to realize it. I heard a chuckle behind me.

I slammed the fork down and looked up. Sure enough, there was Mars in all his glory – I mean horribleness- standing before me. “Did that fork do something wrong in order to upset you?” he asked as he sat down across from me, just like last time.

“No, you did,” I said.

“You have anger management problems don’t you?” he said nonchalantly.

“What’s it to you?”

“You just seem to get angry a lot, especially about the smallest things.”

“No I don’t.”

“Really, when I first met you got hella pissed at me because I asked if you were anorexic or something. You obviously don’t know how to take a joke. I mean really, look at you, do you look anorexic? I don’t think so.”

“Are you calling me fat?” I asked incredulously.

“Fat? Honestly, I was calling you healthy. But if you want to be fat, than sure.”