Sunny

Sunny VI

~ Ugh. Hi. So last night I was doing so well with this chapter last night. Like, this was possibly my most favorite chapter. I got a little bit sidetracked and started watching vines till 10 at night and closed this tab without saving. I'm really upset with myself right now, but since it was only yesterday, I might be able to remember almost all I put for this chapter sooo... here it is.~

  "Hey, don't talk to a lady like that." Harry's friend chimed in. Harry rolled his eyes. It was quiet for a minute until I realized that Harry's friend was literally examining me from head to toe. I felt awkward and put my hands in my jacket pocket. He then let out a smile. "You're really cute." he said poking my cheek. On instinct, I slapped his hand away. "Do you mind?" I asked. The boy staggered back a little, rubbing his hand. Harry laughed and no matter how hard I tried not to, I couldn't help but smile. 

"Eh, sorry about that, my name's Chris!" he said extending his hand for me to shake. I looked at Harry, then back at his hand. "Sunny." I mumbled. "Beautiful name, but it's kind of strange for a girl with a name like that to live in a place like this." How many times have I heard that already? I took a minute myself to examine Chris. He talked pretty fast, as if he was in a rush to say his sentence before he forgot. Not only that, but he seemed to talk a lot. He was tall, but Harry was taller. Messy blonde hair and blue eyes, and to top it all off, he had a nice smile. All together, he was pretty handsome, but that couldn't compare to the person leaning next to him. 

 Harry cleared his throat to snap me out of what I realized was me smiling like a loon. "Okay, care to explain what you saw?" Right. That's what I came here for. It probably would have been easier to explain if Chris wasn't here now, then I wouldn't have two people thinking I was crazy. I really didnt want to be wrong about me hallucinating again, and I didn't want to be right because, that's just dang creepy. My throat went dry. I wanted to say it was no big deal and go home, but I know Harry wouldn't accept that. 

 I sighed and replayed my tale to them, visually acting out what I saw, even touching the wall they had supossedly 'walked into'. I kept my eyes trained on Harry and Chris' reactions as they shared uneasy glances at eachother. The more I explained this out loud, the crazier I felt. I finally finished, looking down at the ground and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I sighed before making eye contact with them again. They looked serious, concerned even. "I'm sorry." I said. I shouldn't have told them. I should have kept these things to myself, my problems, my hallucinations. 

"It's okay, I understand, you just needed someone to talk to about it, Harry here had the same problem as you even though he's too tough to admit it." Chris said as he nudged Harry. 

"Not even true, I told you last night, did I not?" he asked, looking me in the eyes for approval. He hadn't explained it as thoroughly as I expected, but I remembered. "Y-yeah." 

"Ah, you two were out together last night, were ya?" he asked with a coy smile on his face. 

I then realized something. Hadn't I just met Harry yesterday? And here I was explaining things like this to him. Was that even normal? "We just met yesterday, Chris, calm your hormones." Harry said, patting his shoulder, then looking back to me. "Sunny, you don't need to apologize. If you want to talk about this one on one, just let me know and I'll talk to you, okay?" That comment seemed to lift off that heavy weight of fear I had of Harry. He seemed like a nice guy and of all things, wether it be true or not, but it sure did convince me was that; he cared. I nodded. "Thanks." 

"Have you eaten anything, though I've got a couple bucks for you to get some chips or something in here if you want." Harry reached in his pocket for his money. I was really hungry, for not even being able to eat lunch due to what happened today and, oh god my mom's going to be so pissed and-

"Here." Harry said handing me some money. I reached for it, and he pulled his hand back, then grabbed mine. "What happened here?"

                                                             End of Chapter Six