I wasnt alone in the little coffee shop. I didnt realize it until just now but on the other side of the little Store was a boy around my age. I dont think ive ever seen him around here before but then again something felt very familiar about him, i just couldnt put my finger on what it was.
I realized I was being rude and that was staring at him for way too long I quickly looked away but not before he saw me staring. He started walking in my direction.
"Hey, Im Chason and I was wondering if I could help you with something?" He said sounding amused.
"Nope Why would you wonder such I thing?" I replied in my regular monotone voice. I never showed emotion around other people. It was something that happened after the fire. I didnt want anyone to know how I was feeling so I learned to keep everything inside and eventually I just started to feel numb, around people that is.
"Well you were kind of staring like you needed something." He answered still slightly amused.
"Nope, dont need anything." I was being painfully blunt and I could tell he hated it but there was something else there too, curiosity maybe? Yeah Lets go with that.
"So what are you doing up at 3 in the morning?" He asks as he sits down across from me.
"Please, take a seat." I say sarcastically. He just sat there and stared at me waiting for his answer. Why should I tell him? I don't even know the kid why would I tell him the most personal thing in my life that not even my foster family knows? But for some reason, I found my self telling him.
"I couldn't sleep. Its a usual thing that happens for me." I sighed.
"Why?" He asks. I didn't want to tell him this either because this leads back to the fire but for some odd reason I felt compelled to tell him.
"Um nightmares." I mumble.
"Oh. Do you wanna talk about them? Are they usually about the same thing?" Wow. He had a ton of questions.
"Its same thing or close to it everytime." I sigh again. I really had no idea why I'm telling this complete stranger something I've never even mentioned to the people I live with.
"What's so bad about the same dream over and over? wouldn't you be used to it by now?"
"It's not something you can get used to." I mumble and look down at my hands wrapped around my coffee.
"What are they about?" He asked just out of curiosity but I just couldnt that question. I've never told anyone. The only people who know are the firemen that put the fire out.
"Um I.... I have to go."I said as I got up from my seat, grabbed my coffee and ran out of the coffee shop just as the first tears began to spill over.
I stopped running when I thought that I was far enough from the coffee shop. I sat down against a wall and allowed the tears to continue to fall until I heard a guy voice.
"WAIT! ARE YOU OK? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG? I DIDN'T MEAN TO UPSET YOU!!" I considered running again but I didn't have the energy. So I just sat there.
"Hey, are you okay?" I quickly wiped my tears away before I turned around to face him.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just need to get home."I quickly lied. But he saw right through me.
"You don't have to lie. You don't have to tell me what's bothering you of you don't want. Sometimes it's just better to talk about it. I thought I was helping I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize. Its not your fault that I'm a mess."
"You're not a mess you just think you are because you are broken but even broken people can be fixed." I smiled at him. Nobody has ever made me smile like this, some people get a little halfsmile out but never a full on smile like Chason just got out.
"Thanks for making me feel better." I was still smiling up at him. This is weird but I think I like it, smiling I mean.
A/N Hey guys :) Here's chapter 2 ;) Hope you enjoy :)
