"Okay, we've wasted to much of my valuable time by messing around and not being serious. If you want this dress done by the time you need it, I need to get to work," Jevan says licking the melted butter off his fingers. we were both sitting on the couch in my living room and just finished watching a movie hence the butter popcorn. Instead of getting to work right away, I convinced him to watch a movie with me. Of course when watching a movie you always need popcorn and junk food. The wrappers from said junk food were littered around on the ground and around us on the couch. I knew we had to get started, but I didn't want to get up just yet.
"Do we have to?" I whine, "Can't we just watch one more movie?"
"No we cannot because knowing you, one movie will turn into five movies," he says slapping my legs off of him so that he could get up. "We need to clean up this mess before your mom comes home because even though you don't care about your mom exploding at you, I do because I'll have to clean the walls. Get up!"
"But I don't wanna," I groan out with my upper body slowly slipping off. With my eyes closed, I let my body fall off groaning the whole way. When my back touches the cold tile, I open my eyes to Jevan glaring at me with his arms folded across his chest.
"You done yet?" he asks me picking up the two empty bowls of popcorn off the coffee table.
"Yeah I'm done," I say picking myself up off the floor and grabbing empty candy boxes and wrappers.
"Good because I was gonna leave if you kept doing that leaving you to deal with the dress issue yourself," he tells me picking up more wrappers and boxes putting them in the bowls.
"No you wouldn't have," I retaliate walking into the kitchen.
"Yes I would have," he argues following me. I start coughing into my arm making Jevan look up at me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah sorry. I'm just allergic to bullshit. You care about clothes and fashion too much to leave me on my own making a dress that I could possibly mess up," I snap at him putting our trash into the thrash bag and the bowls in the sink before walking out of the kitchen.
"You know me so well," he says pretending to be touched and wiped a fake tear from his eyes.
"Of course I do. You're one of my best friends," I tell him walking back into my room.
"Of course. Now let's get to work," Jevan tells me clapping his hands together, "I need to get your measurements first." I roll my eyes at his behavior not paying much attention to his slight change in attitude and spread my arms like wings for him to start gathering up my measurements.
While he's doing so, my mind starts to drift off causing me to think. Why did Hendrix ruin my dress? How did he get in my house? In my room? Why is he leaving me messages? Are there more hidden that I haven't found yet? What do they mean? Is he warning me of something I don't know? What is he trying t tell me?
"I always wonder what's going through that mind of yours," Jevan mutters breaking the silence that settled on us as he puts his notepad with the information he needs into his bag.
"What do you mean?" I ask him not getting what he means.
"I can see the gears in your brain shifting around. You scrunch your face up and just stare off into space. You could sit there for hours at a time not realizing it when you think, and nobody ever knows what you're thinking about. It's fascinating to me to sit and watch the emotions play across your face. You tell a story with no words. For once I'd like to know what you're thinking," he says to me. "Pick a color out first though."
"I like this color," I say pointing to a shade of lavender.
"So tell me what's going on."
"I'm missing the puzzle pieces," I start off sitting down on my bed looking out my window. "There are things that don't add up. People are keeping things from me. Nobody seems to want me to find out the full truth of what happened. I'm trying to figure it out myself on my own, but I'm crumbling. I don't know what's going on in my own life and that frustrates me. There are people in my life who are acting different, and I need to know why."
"Whatever you find out and decide to do, don't leave," Jevan says with tear rolling down his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"Just promise me this one thing. Don't leave us again. Don't leave me again. I don't think I'll be able to handle it."
"I. . . I promise, but I don't understand," I say as he pulls me into a tight embrace.
"I'll tell you eventually just give me time." He pulls away and grabs his bag running down the stairs. I look out my window and watch him run into the woods. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a light green piece of paper stuck in the top left corner of my window. I step up on the ledge inside my room and reach for it. Unfolding it, I read the words written on the inside stained with tear drops.
"You are not alone in this."~ Hendrix
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Author's Note: So so sorry about not posting. I've been with some things that are explained at the end of my new story Runaways which I think you should check out. This story will now move to Fridays/Saturdays, and everything else will stay the same. Runaways will take this story's old slot starting February 7, 2016. I love you all!
~jnicoleb1234 out!
P.S. check out Runaways!
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