"WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I had a tendency to shove beads up my nose even though I knew my parents were going to take me to the hospital to have me blow them out." Harry spit out his drink and widened his eyes at what I just said. I smiled crookedly at him and looked down at my glass. We had been sitting here for a while and when Harry decided to go get us something to drink—water in two glasses—I decided it was time for this awkwardness to end. If we were going to sit here together, we had to socialize. Staring at each other was not going to get us anywhere.
He coughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "You were a very strange child."
I shrugged, "I was born into a very strange family."
"Your parents must be extremely proud."
My heart ached at the thought of my mother. I felt guilty for cutting off all contact with her but it was for the best. It hurt me, though, that she had not tried calling or texting me since our last conversation. I looked down at my lap and exhaled slowly. I had no idea where my father was but I could have cared less. He left and never looked back. I never needed him when he was around and I most certainly did not need him now.
"Yeah," I forced a smile and looked back at Harry. "I guess they are."
He ran his fingers along the tattoos on his hand and I moved my glass around, watching the water splash around as it tried to escape. I picked up the glass and brought it to my burgundy lips, taking a few sips of the plain liquid. I sat the glass back down and listened to the music playing. I had tried getting a conversation started but it had quickly died down. This made me upset. I did not want to be here if I was going to be bored.
I opened my mouth, about to ask Harry if he wanted to dance, "Hey, do you—"
"Want to play twenty questions?"
I looked at him, blinking once or twice, "Twenty questions?"
"What?" he looked slightly bothered by my response. "Have you never heard of it?"
"No, no, I have." I reassured him.
"All right, then," he nodded his head slowly as if he was unsure about this. He was the one who suggested playing it. "I guess I'll start."
"I'm ready." I was grinning.
"What's your favorite color?"
I chuckled, suddenly remembering when he asked me this before, "Emerald green."
He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting mine for a split second. His head tilted to the side a bit and he raised his eyebrows. He watched me carefully and when I smiled at him, he cleared his throat and said, "Good choice."
"If you could choose, would you remain a man or turn into a woman?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"It's the first one that came to mind."
"I don't know if I want to play this with you anymore."
"Why?" my smile widened. "Are you saying you want to turn into a woman, Harry?"
"Gosh, Sydney," he shook his head, laughing lightly. "No, I'd like to remain a man if that's all right with you."
"Eh," I took another sip of my water.
"Why'd you leave Portland?"
I somehow managed to choke even though I had already swallowed. It was my turn to stare at Harry. He already knew why I left Portland. I told him I wanted a change in scenery. I pushed my glass away from me and placed my arms out in front of me. I tapped my fingernails against the table and knitted my eyebrows together. Why ask again if he already knew the answer?
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Candles
Фанфик[C O M P L E T E D ✓] They were curious. They both had their own share of secrets. He was a man living in the present. She was a woman living in the past. He was a candle, ready to see everything she was keeping in the dark. And she was the w...
