(Guys just a note, but I'm gonna start to have music in the video thing at the top with the lyrics posted down here so ya. (: And the song I used today doesn't fit the chapter it just makes me cry bc I think of Mike and El when I listen to it.)
SOTD: Words by Birdy
If I can't hold you now
Keep thinking that you might not come around
I have no words, I have no words to say
Keep thinking, is this our last goodbye?
You say it first, you say it first to me
(Elevens POV)
Why? Why does he call himself that when I'm sitting here looking like trash. I can't be in front of him without makeup. He won't call me pretty without makeup. He will leave me in fact. I'm sure of it. If anything, Mike is the kindest, most caring boy alive. He's not like anyone else.
Mike and I were ready to go to the park. I was dressed (in my opinion) in a really pretty outfit today. I personally liked it, but I was so nervous that Mike didn't. He did keep turning and looking at me really quickly as we walked to the door. Hmm. I wonder why.
Instead of taking his bike, we decided to just walk the trail to the park. Afterall, it was a nicer day out than it normally is.
"Do you like this? The trail is more....pretty I would say."
"What? It's just a bunch of dead leaves and ugly trees.", I mumbled something else, "And I'm not pretty I guess."
"What?", He called back.
"Mike?"
"Yes..."
"Am I pretty?"
He started to turn a different color. Red. Again. "Why..?"
"...Am I?"
"Yeah! Yeah! You're really, really pretty.", I could tell he was staring.
"Thank you."
"Why?"
"Because...."
"Eleven. You know the rule. Friends do-", I cut him off.
"I don't feel pretty. Okay?", I got mad and started to walk ahead of him.
"El! Wait up!"
I let him run after me. I didn't try to stop him or anything, I just didn't want to talk about it.
*****
We finally reached the park, me still in front of him. I ran over to the swings and just sat there. I could feel the pressure of tears trying to escape my eyes, but I wouldn't let them. No, I thought, I should've never said that. Suddenly I started to sob really hard. I hid my face though, and tried my best to make it look like I wasn't crying. I didn't want him to see me.
"El..."
I didn't answer him, I was too ashamed.
"I understand.", He hit himself in the head.
"Don't", I sniffled, "Don't hit yourself."
"I'm sorry.", He said.
"For what?"
"I said something wrong, I know."
"No."
"I didn't? But y--"
"Mike, I was the one who got mad. Okay?", I said back.
"I'm sorry, though. I know I shouldn't have said that."
"It's fine."
I felt better about everything now. I wasn't so sad anymore. I just hope he doesn't question me later. But I feel like I have to tell him. It wouldn't feel right not to.
I was swinging back and forth, happier now. He just made me warm inside. He made me feel weird on the inside too. Love. That's what he called it.
"You jump first!", I screamed.
"Fine!!!", And he jumped off the swing, the swing high in the air.
"MIKE!!!!!", I shouted when he landed on his feet then fell to the ground.
"I'm fine, El.", He said brushing dirt off of his arms.
I ran and hugged him, realizing that I was crying. I was so scared that he was hurt.
"Oh El! I'm fine! See?", He peeled away from me and held his arms out. He smiled then twirled around and swooped me up.
"Mike!!!", I said, his hands under my legs and back.
He was twirling me around. I could see that goofy smile he was trying to hide. He smiles like that when he's happy. I like it. I was giggling so much. I was too happy to feel any sort of sorrow. He just fixed everything for me. It was honestly the best thing ever.
He finally put me down, and put his hand in mine. We walked around the whole playground, until we stumbled upon someone I wish we hadn't.
Lucy
