Drowning

Lost

I woke up today to melted snow all along the ground. It was March, and the semester was nearing its middle. Classes were controlling my life and I spent most of my days locked in my room, memorizing names of drugs and working out chemical equations. Emmett had been gone for exactly two months and I missed him desperately.

Maggie was the same with her schooling, and by that I mean always locked in her room. Mark came by at least once a week, and sometimes twice when he knew I needed to see someone other than my history professor. He was starting to campaign at this point, but only to the local population. He was getting constant help from Stan, and would soon be leaving to tour the area. It was all coming together for him now.

Our parents hadn't contacted us in so long; we were almost able to forget about them. It was really peaceful not having to dread the phone calls and demands for money we didn't have to hand over. Of course, we were still waiting to hear from them, but this was a nice break.

Gram was my favorite person these last two months. I visited her as much as I could, which meant at least four times a week and almost always at night. The walks to her house were very lonely after Emmett was gone. We would sit and talk about school a lot of the time. Gram always managed to make me laugh about the things I was struggling with. She even tried to help me with some algebra homework once. "So you mean that the 'x' wants to be with the other 'x', but 'y'?" After that I realized that I wasn't as bad as I thought at math and that Gram had the corniest jokes in the world, but that one had me laughing so hard I was crying.

Maggie and I talked a lot, and every morning before classes we would have breakfast together. The only problem with that was Maggie had later classes, so I always caught her as she was first waking up and I was about to leave. One morning I told her about Emmett wanting to get an apartment and she told me that she was actually looking into living closer to the school. "I just didn't want to hurt your feelings, since we've lived together these past two years. As much as I love the lake, the drive has been killing me." "That's just because you sleep in too late!" I defended the apartment. "Okay, you're right, but I'm glad you're alright with it." I nodded my head at her and reached for my school bag. "So Emmett really wants to move in with you?" She asked as she led us down the stairs. Today she had decided to go study for a test in the library, so I was saved from public transportation for the morning. "Yes, actually, I was just as surprised as you. He mentioned it once a few months back and again the day before he left." "Sounds like he's pretty serious about you," she glanced at me and raised her eyebrows then turned her attention back to the road. "I hope he still feels the same when he comes back."

"Grace, seriously, he's not going to change his mind while he's gone. Guys are not like that. You would have to give him a reason to do it, and he already tried leaving you once and that clearly didn't work out for him. He would be an idiot if he did." "You have to say all that!" I teased her, "That's what every best friend tells the other about a guy." "Good thing I actually know the both of you and I know that he feels for you like you do him." Maggie went back to the road and turned on the radio. I missed driving with Emmett and listening to classical rock stations, even though I had never done so until I met him.

April rolled around and it rained all the time. When I say all the time, I mean all the damn time. Every Sunday served as one of my favorite days. I sat in the window seat and drank so much hot chocolate and cider I'm surprised I didn't explode. By this time I had read about ten new books, all heavy as bricks from the number of pages inside. Reading was always an escape, and Sundays were the worst because I was able to really think, and all I wanted to think about was Emmett. I was better than some crying, whining girlfriend, though, so I found my distractions.