Silently I Wait

The Bassist

My eyes slowly opened as I heard chatter in the kitchen. Who is that?

My eyes opened just enough for me to roll over on the side of my bed, and stand up. My balance was slightly uneven to begin with, but I gained control of it and walked myself through my bedroom door, down the stairs, leading to the kitchen.

The further I walked, the louder the chatter got and the more I begun to recognize the second voice. The first was my brothers, obviously since Dad is on a "business trip", but the second voice was different..It was none of his other friends voices, I knew that for sure. Who the hell is that.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and peaked around the corner. I did this so I wouldn't announce my presence and feel like a moron.

When I got a clear view of the kitchen, my eyes stopped.

That hair. I've seen that hair before. Fuck. This is not good.

I tried my best to turn my direction back to my room, but it seemed that the floor wasn't having that. When I turned, a loud creaking noise was heard throughout the house. I saw Mike and Jaime (I think his name was) turn their heads and notice me.

"Vic! Buddy! What's up." Mike yelled from the kitchen.

Fucking fuck.

"Uhhh..Nothing much, just bypassed the bathroom, sorry." I said, trying to get him to let me go, free of that complete embarrassment.

"There's a bathroom in the hallway down here. Come on, come talk to Jaime. He said he wants to talk to you, anyways"  Mike said.

"W-why?" I stuttered out.

"I want to apologize." I heard Jaime say. 

My head dropped, just like it always does, and I sighed.

Come on, Vic. You can do it this time.
Just remember. Be normal.

I slowly re-gained dignity and waltzed myself into the kitchen.

I walked past Jaime at first, only to grab a poptart from the cabinet and open the package. I then sat in a chair at the marble counter in the center of our kitchen, and gave Jaime my full attention.

"Alright, well, I'll leave you guys to it." Mike said. He nodded his head, and walked out of the kitchen, towards the stairs. I may have even heard him laughing a bit.

I looked down at my half eaten poptart, and Jaime began to speak.

"Vic, I don't have anything to apologize for, but what I mainly wanted to do was forgive you. I know you're were under a lot of pressure yesterday, and I guess I made it worse. But, I just wanted to say that I'd like to start fresh. Only if you want to. I can walk out right now and never come back, or we can start fresh and maybe get along one day?"

He droned on and on about how he wanted to be friends. I was getting kind of annoyed by his voice, yet it was also tranquilizing to hear. His words could almost put anyone to sleep with ease. I didn't want to refuse his "friendship", but I also didn't want to befriend him, because I know what will happen. I've seen it before. Some people say dreams don't mean anything, but, oh, they do.

"Uhh.." Was all I could seem to get out.

Jaime reached for my hands and grabbed them slowly. He wrapped each individual finger around my hand and squeezed, "Please?" he asked.

I was froze. His hand was on mine. He was holding it with such a light grip that it gave me unexplainable amounts of comfort. My stomach was doing flips, and my cheeks were beginning to blush with the deepest red color you could possibly imagine. I was trying to stop the feelings but I couldn't. Happiness was shooting through my entire body with every millisecond and it took everything I had to just stay still in my chair and not jump up and down with extreme excitement. I was hooked.