My guardian angel

Chapter 12:

Chapter 12: Shroud

"I'm sorry about that." Mr. Greens said after he spilled a full cup of sugar on the table as I sat down. I grabbed a table napkin at the side of the table and started wiping it.

"Oh no need it's not your fault. And it wasn't on purpose right?" I said just to comfort his lowly soul.

"Yes, of course." he smiled.

"So how do you feel?" I asked, because I thought maybe Lucas could hear it.

"I'm fine really." his smile faded.

He picked up the menu and ordered the lady to come near us.

"I'll have one cheeseburger and extra large fries and a large diet coke please." he said to the lady in the pink dress.

"Would that be all, sir?" the lady asked.

"Um, would you like to order something, Ms. Longwind?" he pointed towards me.

"Please, call me Shroud.” I smiled at him. “I guess so." I looked over the menu not wondering what I would like to eat, everything looked so yummy, but I couldn't get everything right, it would be rude.

"So, um miss?" the lady in pink asked me as she smiled at me.

"I'll have an extra large fries with cheese and ketchup on top that would be all." I spoke in a gently manner.

"Wonderful so your order will be in by 10:45. It's 10:35 now we just need 10 minutes to get your order ready.” She smiled back at me and got our menu’s from our table. “Thank you." she said and walked away.

"Miss extra ketchup please for me in the burger." he shouted to tell the lady as she was going to the kitchen.

"So what did you, um, want to talk about?" he said scratching his head as he looked at me.

"Um, do you believe in God?" I asked.

"No, not really. Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Oh! No, no there’s no problem, um, so what do you believe in then?"

"Um, just me myself and I, I guess."

"So do you have any other businesses?"

"No not really just teaching. And well I have a partnership on a scholarship grant. You know we split money to make one kid go to school for free."

"Yes I assume you’re a good man but you mustn’t do that deal."

"Why?" he said, looking at me, surprised at my reaction.

"It’s because well—“ I told him, “I don’t really know how to explain this, but all I know is that you’re making a wrong decision."

"What? How would you know that?"

"Your partner might run away and you'll lose everything you have." I just keep blabbering everything that I knew about what was about to happen sooner or later. I couldn’t let Luke down, I would never let Luke down.

"Not everything just a couple of bucks. And how do you know about this?"

"Well I can't and I must not tell you."

"Why can’t you tell me?"

"Because I know you wouldn't understand and you would never believe. Because you don't believe and trust in God anymore not as you use to believe in him."

"That’s great; really, you think I’d fall for that joke?"

"It isn’t a joke you know." I said to him. He looked down, and we sat there for a while, just silence filling in the room as seconds pass.

“What if it is?” he said after a few minutes passed.

“But it isn’t at all.” I told him. “I’m not joking, I would never joke, I wouldn’t even know the first thing about making a joke.”

"Then, I guess you know why I don’t believe in him anymore?"

"You use to believe in him, he helped you in every possible way he could, he gave the best he could, but you just couldn’t see it, you just couldn’t see what he did for you because you gave up your faith in God you see. You gave up immediately."

"Faith was always with me." He said. “Even without God.” He said.

"Faith is always with you, Laurie Greens, but without God we don’t get the guidance that we need every single day, you may think your making the right choices immediately, but you can’t do that to him, you have to put back your faith in him and yourself, and tell yourself that you can do it. Pray to him, he listens all the time, and go to church.”

"Church for me is a waste of time." He said as he looked at me holding the utensils at the side in a strange angular form.

"No it isn't, when you were young you would always wake up early in the morning to go with your mother to church. Don’t you remember that?"

"How do you know that?" he said. “No one ever knows about that.” He said looking down, tears almost filling his eyes.

"I know it because I know you well enough to know, that somewhere inside you, you still believe in the Lord, you still have faith in yourself and in him, you haven’t lost everything, you just need a guide to lead you to the right way, that’s why I’m here."

"How? That's what I'm asking. How do you know?"

"You’re..."

"Timothy told you!" he yelled out loud, all the staff of the kitchen looked at us.

"Told me what?" I asked him.

"Timothy told you!" he yelled again.

"Who is Timothy?" I asked him.

"Timothy is a friend I shouldn't have trusted in my young life and until now." He said. “I shouldn’t have trusted him, that bastard, stupid idiot who couldn’t keep his mouth shut.” He mumbled.

"I didn't get it from him okay.” I told him. “I swear to God. I just can't tell you. Because you might not believe and if you don't believe then something might go wrong."

"Like what? Like my life now? Like I'm going crazy now because well I sort of am..." he said giving an exhausted sigh.

"What?"

"I sort of like what?" I asked.

"I sort of like you." he said.

First things first, I was way off shocked because of what he said. I thought maybe that was what Lucas wanted to say to me. Then a tear came out of nowhere, then I knew that someone who cared for me watched from above, trying to tell me, maybe it was him.

Maybe it was Lucas.