Twiddling Thumbs

epilogue: the voice

After my little encounter with Seth, I went home. I didn't have a ride-well, I could've, but I refused to ask Seth-so I walked home. I didn't go home straight away, though. I stopped at a little restaurant halfway from Seth's apartment building. 

I stepped inside and felt the warm air hit my skin. I quickly glanced around and saw that it was somewhat empty. I took a table in the corner of the restaurant and waited patiently. Once one of the waiters came over, I ordered and sat back in my chair. "I'll have a plain burger with a small fry," he nodded, "and a small cola." 

"Is that all for you, mam?" he questioned, a little piece of his blonde hair falling in face. He looked no older than me, but I don't believe I've seen him before. I don't really pay attention to anyone at my school. I just try to keep my head down. 

I nodded, and he headed off. The door to the restaurant opened, and a familiar figure entered. You haven't seen him in a while, the voice told me, sounding surprising happy. I nodded and tried to keep my head down. 

"Drew?" his voice rang out. Slowly, I lifted my head to meet his gaze. "How are things?" he came over and sat down in front of me. He's surely changed in two years. His light brown hair was still in the goofy hairdo he had it in in his younger years. 

"Beau, is that really you? It's been a while, hasn't it? I see you still haven't changed." I smirked, but on the inside I was freaking out. Why did he decide to come in while I was here? 

"Nope," he grinned, throwing back some of his hair, "I've decided that this hairdo is the charmer, so I'm going to leave it." he smiled. "So, really, how have things been?"

I shook my head. "Mom still isn't talking to me, but it's fine, because I'm going to college in a few months, and I won't have to deal with her." I put my head in my hands. 

Beau frowned, "Well, that's a downer, but whatever you want. Have you made any new friends lately? I know you didn't really interact well with people after the, uh, you know." he stuttered. 

I nodded, "I know, and actually, I have. I've made exactly one friend in the past two years. And, really, I don't know if I should even call him a friend, because I only met him today, but he's really nice." I smiled at the thought of Seth. 

Beau's smiled grew into a mischievous grin. "So it's a him?" he winked, and I blushed. "So what's he like? Tell me everything." 

"Beau, you sound like a girl, but, okay, I'll tell you." he grinned and put his head in his hands, his elbows on the table. I took a breath, "Okay, his name is Seth. He found me beating the crap out of a wall earlier in the day." Beau raised his eyebrows. "I was angry." his gaze dropped. "Anyways, he took me to his house to wrap my knuckles. I took off the wrap on the way here, though." I raised my hands to his gaze and grimaced when he grabbed them. "Dude, let go, and let me finish." I laughed, "Then he made dinner. It was lovely considering I hadn't eaten in a few days. Mom forgot to go shopping." I murmured. "During dinner, he told me his back story, and I told him mine. It was tough. I left and came here a few minutes later." 

"What do you know about him, personally?" Beau grinned. 

"Oh, um, he likes-wait, cross that-loves to read Jerry Spinelli." I smiled, but I frowned when I realized that's the only thing I knew about him. I suddenly felt heat rising into my face. I looked down and saw my burger and fries had been placed in front of me. I raised my gaze upward to the waiter who served me earlier. 

"That'll be six eighty-four, mam." he smiled, flipping his blond hair back. I reached in my pocket for my wallet, but before I could get it out, Beau was already handing the man the money.