Something About Him

-8-

I posted this by mistake at first and unpublished it but then said fuck it and reposted. Three updates in three days in a row. Enjoy!

Christopher Brown

I listen to Layla as she finishes up her story and once she stops talking completely, I know that she's reached the end.

All this time, I just thought that we weren't friends because we never really attempted or never had a connection when all along she was holding something against me. I sort of think that it was a bad idea to not let me know sooner what the problem was, but if that's not what she wanted to do I couldn't have changed that and I know it.

After a little while longer of us sitting in silence and letting everything sink in, I finally speak up and ask, "So you don't like me cause I supposedly stole your first kiss?"

Immediately, Layla responds saying, "It wasn't supposedly. It definitely happened."

Now believe me, without a doubt I feel bad about what happened, even though it's kind of funny as hell, but I really do not remember it. It for sure sounds like something that eleven year old me would do though.

I attempt to think a little harder with hopes of remembering that day and that happening, but still- nothing. I briefly remember having a little crush on her, but not kissing her. I'm sure if I liked her though and I got a kiss from her, I was happy as hell.

That thought causes me to slightly smirk and I admit quieter than I intended, "Well I'm sorry, aight?"

I meant what I said, but surprisingly, Layla decided to question that. "Do you mean that?"

I don't know what made her think that I was even possibly joking. I understand why she was upset and I really am sorry so she should know that. I want for her to believe it, too. She may be childish as hell for this but if me apologizing will make us move pass this, so be it.

"Of course I mean it," I try assuring her. "I'd never say something just for the hell of it or just cause I think that that's what you wanna hear. I understand that your first kiss is supposed to be special and memorable and I took that from you so for that, I'm sorry."

After I explain myself to her, I stare at her as she tries figuring out if I'm really being honest. Now I'm not sure how since it's so dark, but I watched as her look of curiosity turned into a small smile before she said, "I'm still not happy with it, but I guess I'm gonna accept it. I don't 'not like you' anymore."

I smile after hearing that and put my arms out. "Hug it out?" I suggest and in a voice that sort of made it known that I was joking.

"I can't even see you," Layla complains then asks, "Where's your phone?"

"I don't have a signal," I tell her but she insists that I give her my phone and I hesitate, but still pull my phone out of the pocket of my sweatpants and hand it over to her then seconds later, I can see the flash light from my phone bright in my face.

"What the fuck man?" I curse trying to cover my eyes which makes Layla giggle.

"Okay now I can hug you," she says before leaning in and wrapping her arms around my torso while I return the hug right back.

Once we pull away, Layla looks down at my phone again reading the time and tells me, "It's getting late and Mr. Davis is talking bout waking us up at like 6AM so..." she trails off and I nod my head understanding what she's getting at. She's gotta go.

"Aight c'mon Imma walk you back," I offer and Layla nods her head then waits for me to unzip the tent which I do.

As we walk the way to her tent, we're in a comfortable silence until she's about to go inside of the tent.