*Maverick*
*December 10*
I sit on my bed while Judah sits in the black office chair at my desk. It's just the two of us, being that I just got home from school and Judah is homeschooled so he was already waiting for me on my porch. He usually is.
We sit in the small sound of my celling fan spinning around rushing the air around the room. Judah sighs a nice long sigh and sinks back into the chair. I laugh at him a little because now his chin is on his chest and it looks as he has no neck. He looks back at me with a confused face. "What?" he says in a musky dark tone due to the smashing of his vocal chords. Propping myself up on my elbows I just stare at Judah. "What am I ever going to do with you?" I say laughing some more.
Judah shrugs his shoulders and sits up some more while spinning in the chair. "I dunno, put me in a zoo?" I shake my head watching Judah spin faster and faster in the chair.
"No. I think you'd be a pretty good alien though. We could get you out in space and be back with all your alien friends, hm?"
Judah suddenly stomps his feet to the ground making the chair stop mid spin. His head makes little circles as he's trying to regain a spinning worlds back into one room. Pointing at me with one finger, "That would actually be pretty cool." He spits. Judah tries to stand up and stumbles across the room flailing his arms around for somehow balance but trips on nothing and falls on my bed next to me.
Judah sighs a nice long sigh once again. I've been meaning to ask him something, something about the future, something I shouldn't even be worried about right now but my anxiety is burning and I need to know I'm wrong from somebody else. However, what I want to ask it seems rather unreasonable, but somehow relative so I suppose it's now or never. "Hey, Judah?" I pipe up staring at a loose thread in comforter. "Yeah?" Judah says to the ceiling.
"Um, well... I was just thinking that, well maybe... I don't know."
Judah sits up and looks at me with his rather soft grey eyes. "You can tell me whatever's bugging you."
I nervously rub my hands together pushing them so tight together that there is room for nothing. "W-What are we uh gonna do about when I move out?"
Here I am 12 years old worried about when I'm going to move out. I really don't know why I think about this stuff there's no point in it because by the time I get there I know I'll have it figured out, I hope. "Move out?" Judah echo's. "Mav? You know how far away that is for you. Man, I haven't even thought about that?"
I stand up and start pacing around my room. "I know; I know it's stupid I shouldn't even be worried about it! It doesn't even matter that much but I can't help but to think about all this stuff and all this-this," I swirl my hands around my head in a way a storm would surge. My breaths get heavier as I think deeper. Judah jumps up knowing how I am, and stops my pacing, by placing his hands on my shoulders, which make me more antsy and shaky than I already was. "Mav hey look it's cool, okay? When you move out and we grow up, by that time, we will already have a game plan. We'll know what we're going to do it'll be okay." Judah tries to get through and somehow he can always calm me down. Maybe it's the few years he has on me, I honestly don't know but he's never failed to bring my mind back to reality. I take a deep breath in and processes what he is saying. I examine each word for what it is. Judah is like an older brother to me. He's two years older but about two feet taller, he thinks ill eventually be taller than him but who knows.
Judah has soft grey eyes for today, who knows what color they will be tomorrow. His eyes are a strange they change color every day without fail. I asked him why but he says that he was just born that way, maybe I believe him. His hair is a solid brown. Not dark enough to look black but not ever light enough to be considered a blonde. He stands with broad shoulders and a strong frame that oddly reminds me of bookshelf, just like his name, Judah. His hands fit him as well as his feet. Compared to me he's fairly flawless in most every way. His nose is like a ski slope with no curve at the end. His lips and what come out of them remind me of a C minor chord, something that lots of people know about but not many use. Because it's hard to make a song out of without with sounding sad, but Judah never sounds sad even though he is a C minor. His mouth curves up at the ends making him have a permanent smile that never changes. He likes to use his eyebrows with every expression he gives, but I've never found the need to ask why. The only thing slightly crooked about him is his teeth. They are white as snow but lap over each other slightly in the front.
I nod my head in agreeance to Judah's C minor words that play out of his mouth. I trust him more than I trust myself so if he says it's going to be okay, I suppose I'll take his word for it. My door fly's open and my mother looks in rather confused. "Was somebody in here? I heard voices." My mother doesn't like when people are here and she isn't, but Judah comes over every day anyways. I look back in front of me knowing this time for sure we got caught then realize that is nothing there. Where did Judah go? He couldn't of just disappeared? Did he go out my window? Oh maybe he quickly slid under my bed! I guess I was standing there a little too long because my mother coughed a bit to single me to give an answer. "I um, no that was just me."
She looks rather confused but decides not to ask anyways. She shakes her head a bit to get rid of it. "Your dad is coming home tonight!" She beams. My father has been away on a business trip for about a week and a half but I don't feel like I've missed him a lot. Is that bad? Well it can't be good so I fake it. I beam a smile back "Cool! What time do you think he'll be home?"
She pulls up her sleeve and looks at her rose gold watch. "Around 8 o'clock, so in about 4 hours."
"Oh, okay. Um do you think dad would mind if, uh Judah came over tonight? Maybe he could spend the night or something and you know it could be like a big get together." Mom looks at me kindly and sighs, " I know dad doesn't like him that much but he's older now like me! And maybe..." I trail off knowing she's going to say no anyways. I don't know why my parents don't like Judah so much. As far as I know he hasn't done anything wrong.
My mother steps in and bends down in front of me, "Honey, I don't think that it'd be good Idea to hang out with Judah anymore." She says, almost apologetically. Great now my mother doesn't like my best friends either. What did he ever do? She leans in a little more, "Don't you think you're getting a little old for him?"
Old for him? He's two years older than me! I can't have my own parents talking down my best friend with not explanation I just can't have it anymore. "What do you two have against Judah? Has he ever done anything that was wrong. Or something that you just didn't like because as far as I know nothing has ever happened to give you a reason to not like him."
My mother sighs once again, she looks me in the eye. "Maverick, I don't think you realize what Judah is." I flash a confused look. Of course I know what he is! He's my best friend!
"Maverick, I thought, you know I really thought you would have been out of this by now." She stands up and I can feel she's stressed about how she's going to answer it will make or break this night. "Mom,
She takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly. "Maverick, Judah isn't real."
