The Boy in the Window

Chapter 3

 CHAPTER 3

And the hurting begins.

My phone is going off again, and I’m trying really hard not to answer it. I know its Jessica; she would be apologizing for the Danny incident as she has been for the past week. I guess its kind of good that Danny did what he did because now all I have to do is ignore her and she’ll get the memo that I don’t want to be her friend anymore. I have to say that out of all the friendships I’ve had to say goodbye to, Jessica’s has been the hardest.

Danny’s not back yet. He texted me that he was going to be a while, that I should pack for him. So far I’ve found one bottle of gin, his secret stash and a flask. I had just found his packet of cigarettes and was stashing it in my bra when mum walked in.

“Oh good, you’re doing his room, I thought I would have to go through his dirty clothes,” she said sadly, trying to smile but it came out more like a grimace. Mum was taking Danny’s ‘absence’ to heart.

“Yeah mum but I’m nearly done, so I’ll come help you downstairs with the photographs,” seeing her face drop further into despair I add, “Don’t worry mum, just let him walk it off”.

She sighs knowing I had read her perfectly; I smile and finish my job of picking up my brother’s dirty socks while taking out my phone to text him to come home.

‘D can u com home prtty plzzz, ur upsetting mum! <3’ I type out a small text with quick precision.

‘Yea alrite, cya soon <3’ he immediately replies.

Two minutes later, I hear the front door open and Danny shouting for mum. She comes running from the kitchen and jumps into his arms, and starts crying and apologizing and more crying, while I stand on the stairs and watch the whole scene unfold as planned. Yea, my mum was a bit of a kid herself.

I go up to my room feeling smug with myself for bringing back such a reunion, and yelp when I see someone crawling in threw my window. I’m about to scream for someone when I see the strawberry blonde ponytail that looks as if it will come undone at one touch.

“Jessica!! You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing?!” I practically yell at her but also sighing in relief and amusement.

“What am I doing?!”,

My amusement quickly turns to shame when I realize what she had to do just to come talk to me,

“What am I doing, she asks me,” she comments in disbelief, “well I’ll tell you what I’m doing! You don’t reply to any of my texts, emails, facebook messages, phone calls, letters, nothing! Nothing at all! I had to climb up your water pipe just to get a word to you! You know you had me worried sick that I had done something really bad, I thought you were never going to be my friend again because I kissed your brother! I mean woop-di-doo I kissed your brother so what! And then I realized your not one to ignore a problem like such, you would rather confront something that’s upsetting you head strong rather than mope. So I’ve concluded that there is something bigger going on, something your not telling me and by god, Sarah Jane Smith, you better tell me right now what’s going on or I’ll get it out of you with – with… with talking dreamily about your brother!”

She’s breathing heavily at this point and her usual face of freckles had disappeared half way during her speech due to the red flush of her face. Yea, I could tell how angry she was, in conclusion, pretty darn angry. I decided to approach this situation with caution. Or not.

“Jessica, you’re right when you say its not about my brother, to be honest I couldn’t care less if you got with him. He’s done it with every other friend of mine, so I’m used to it,” seeing her a little hurt I think quickly to make amends, “Not that he didn’t like the kiss, I mean it could’ve been great but, ah,” And now your rambling, good one Sarah.

So instead of digging myself into a bigger hole than I had already done I told the truth,

“We’re leaving.”

Wow, if Danny and I had had the same look on our faces when Lia had told us, no wonder mum had felt so guilty. And like us, this was the last thing my best friend was expecting.

“Wha… I mean… wha…why…?” she quickly stopped trying to form a sentence, when she saw me crying.

I didn’t cry much, hardly ever. And you have to be pretty close to me to ever see me put down the stonewall that kept the tears abide. I felt that crying showed weakness, and like mum said I was one of the ‘rocks’ in our little family of three. Only three people had seen me cry, Mum, Danny and Jessica.

She came over to me hugging me closely to her, I cringed at first but she either didn’t realize or didn’t acknowledge it, so I snuggled into her arms allowing another barrier in my fort to break.

“Its okay, sweetie, I’m here for you. Shh, we’ll still talk I promise. We can spend holidays together and write letters to each other like in the, ‘Sisterly hood of Travelling Pants’” Mentioning our favourite movie made me smile at the memories. That was my friend to you, her anger swiftly changing to love and comfort as quick as the wink of an eye.

We sat on my bed talking about nothing in particular and everything we could possibly think of all at once. I told her this was my last night, so she made some quick phone calls, bought us some tickets to the new James Bond movie, and got us a table at Gweynco Archibelli, a restaurant close to the movie that had her favourite foods in it. She wanted to take me to Thai Tiger for my last, but I reminded her that we had plenty of leftovers from Monday when my family had abandoned it.

We ended up having the best time of our lives, finishing up having a quick ciggy behind the cinemas, then begging our mums for a sleepover. It worked obviously and we did an all-nighter, which, not surprisingly made us really moody the next day and had us hugging every time we looked at each other – which was like every five seconds!

When the furniture guys had come and got the loads of boxes from our half rented half provided by mums job’ house, Jesse’s family and one of Danny’s friends, Joshua had come and helped us load our personal suitcases into the back of the commercial car that the company also owned. I clung onto my friend with dear-life until that very last moment where I had to get into the car. Danny did his manly hug thing with Joshua, then traded a few word, probably giving advise or something about girls or footy. He hugged Jessica who was a little shocked but I could tell she liked it. Then it was time to go, my stone wall was back up so I didn’t shed a tear, just watched my best friend get smaller and smaller as I got further away.

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When seven hours had passed, we decided to stop for the night at a motel on the side of the road. Mum went to bed straight away, while my brother and I sat on the couch together in companionable silence. Danny fell asleep with me in his arms so I, not bothering to move fell asleep too.

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