Lime st. [ opposites attract ]

ocsar O'BRIEN

she hugged me goodbye. she told me she'd see me around. then she smiled. a genuine one i'd not seen since about grade 4.
now at home, i'm lonely and i can't help back want to rewind time to an hour ago when i met her at her house and we began walking. we'd walked until she was laughing. until she'd seemingly forgot about what happened at home and then we walked some more.
it was nice. she was nice. i always thought, and don't kill me for saying this, but i always thought she a snobby, rich kid who took drugs to be cool and threw parties to be cooler.
but now, i've learned. i've learned that she's smart and she's nice and she does all those things to forget her problems the same way that people write songs or have sex to forget about theirs.
back in bed, i stare up at the ceiling, not at all tired. all i want to do is call her and talk some more. but she's probably exhausted and i'm probably just weird and i wouldn't be surprised if it never happened again.
so i roll over, close my eyes and try to think of anything but victoria.
"man, oh god, you should've been there. he just- right on the cake- they- oh man." troye struggled to piece a proper sentence together he was laughing so hard.
apparently his families' weddings are a lot more fun than mine.
"well that sucks for your aunt though." i pointed out, or tried to. i wasn't sure if he was too busy laughing to listen.
"no, she laughed too. they then just grabbed a handful each and fed it to each other. it was pretty cute actually." he stopped laughing and looked past me. "like no matter what happened everything was okay coz they were together."
i chuckled. "okay nicholas sparks. so, i'm assuming you had a nice time?"
he nodded, drinking the last of his coke before tossing it into my bin. he got it in and grinned. "nice."
i adjusted my wheelie chair so it was leaning back further and rested my hands behind my head, looking out the window at the stormy weather outside.
"so what'd you do on your weekend without me? was it oh so boring? did you miss me so much you only slept and cried until i got back?" he used his most soap-opera worthy voice and fake pouted.
well, i hung out with this really hot chick in the early hours of saturday, tried and failed to finish homework, spent all of saturday night hoping she'd call me and ask to hang out, sleep only 5 hours, drink a whole 6 pack of juice boxes, then came to the conclusion that i may have a tiny crush on victoria daniels.
"just finished some homework and tried to catch up on sleep." i lied.
he nodded, unlocking his phone, texting someone then resting it on his lap. he adjusted the pillows he was leaning on so he was sitting up more.
"who're you texting?" i leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. i'm his only friend and his mum hardly ever texts, she's a caller.
"oh, just this girl from the wedding." he shrugged, his phone vibrating.
"and you somehow neglected to tell me about this new chick you're chatting up?" i raised my eyebrows.
"no, it's not like that. we just had a lot in common and we're planning on going to a play together." he shrugged, looking down intensely at his phone.
"so, like a date?" i ask, smirking wildly.
"no, like going to see a play together." he rolled his eyes.
"oh, me' old mate troye is getting some." i grin, spinning my wheelie chair, furiously.
"hey!" he throws a pillow at me, but a blush creeps up his cheeks, giving him away.
"okay, i'll stop." i chuck the pillow back. "but, seriously. that's cute."
he rolls his eyes and looks back up to the ceiling but the slight smile and pinkness of his cheeks makes me want it to work out for them. he deserves it.
it's 11 o'clock and troye and i are balls deep in a marvel movie marathon. my phone buzzes with a text message. i pick it, not looking away from the fantastic four on screen. i unlock it, put in my password and open messages without glancing at it once. when i do, my heart starts beating a little faster it's from victoria.
from: victoria
'hey, sorry to bother you or anything but i still have your jumper from the other night'
i search my mind for something to say in reply. but the best I can come up with is
to: victoria
'oh, yeah'
from: victoria
'do you want it back?'
to: victoria
'you can keep it if you want, just chuck it out or whatever'
from: victoria
'i can't throw it out, i'll give it to you next time i see you?"
to: victoria
'and that will be?'
from: victoria
'i don't know, but hopefully sometime soon :)'
and with that, i put my phone down, trying to keep a smile off of my face and concentrate on what's going on on the screen in front of me. but, fortunately for chris evans and unfortunately for me, i can't. i can only think about hanging out with victoria again and how maybe she can only think about hanging out with me. it's unlikely, with her being her, but a guy can hope.
for the rest of the forty five minutes that the movie continues, i think of what i could say to her, in order to sound interesting. i don't really do much except for listen to music and hang out with troye. i'm definitely not the interesting one.
all i do is smoke, fall behind in school, dream of situations that are never gonna happen and feel like shit a lot.
so that night, when we've decided enough is enough with the movies and we settle in for the night, i vow to make myself more interesting, even by a little bit, before the next time we hang out. which, like victoria said, is 'hopefully sometime soon :)'.