Something New

Chapter Three

“James A. Garfield”

“What?”

 Harry had guided me to a field about 40 minutes out. It was honestly breathtaking. Although there wasn’t much to it, you looked forward and you saw the sun, trees, and that’s it. It was nature at its finest. No highways or buildings ruining the way earth was intended to look. And the best part of this mystery place was Harry was exactly right, here you could just think. Think about anything or everything. And at this moment Harry was thinking of our past presidents apparently.

“He’s my favorite President.”

“Well alright Harry, thanks for sharing"

Strange kid. 

“Aren’t you going to ask why?”

“Alright then why?” I answered/questioned.

“He spent 100 days in office then he  was assassinated. Crazy right? He didn’t even have enough time to fuck up our economy. So why was he assassinated you might ask? He fired who he wanted and the guy went all crazy and mental and boom James A. Garfield was a goner.”

“Haha, you’re an interesting kid. So you like him because he was shot?

He had me fully under his spell with only words. Except this time I know I was getting an answer from him. I had to. He would answer this question and I would know something about Harry. Finally.

“No no no. I like him because he went unnoticed. Nobody remembers his death, some people don’t even know he was a President! I don’t know. I think I like how he wasn’t remembered. Just like I want to be. Unnoticed.”

“I noticed you”

I spoke with sadness. Harry shouldn’t go unnoticed. He should be put in books for others to read about. For everyone to read about. Everyone should know about Harry and his simplicity.

“You’ve only noticed about this much of me” Harry said raising a hand and pinching his fingers for visual.

“I want to notice you” I admitted.

“Nobody wants to do that”

“I do”

The silence was back. Neither of us truly knowing how to keep the conversation alive. But what I had said was true and I really hoped Harry realized that. I want to notice everything about Harry, His past, his present, his future. His quirks, his loves, his faws. His passions, things he hated, words he had a hard time spelling. I wanted to  notice how he woke up every morning and how he fell asleep. I wanted to notice if he sang in the shower or if he liked creamor in his coffee. I wanted to notice Harry.

After about another hour or so Harry finally spoke up.

“You don’t”

By now I had already forgotten our conversation from earlier so I had to think about his response for a moment. Still nothing.

“I don’t what?”

“You don’t want to get to know me. But I want to get to know you.”

He turned from his position on his back to his side facing me. The sudden contact he made had me stunned for a moments time. The boy I had fallen completely head over heels for in the past three days had his hand resting onto mine our hands becoming some kind of morphed ball of hand. My thoughts were getting jumbled and that’s the only thing I could think of at that time. Our hand had become a ball of hand.

“You basically know me”

I managed to form somewhat of a sentence while our hands were still touching. Skin to skin.