Only You

Chapter 20: Ride

LIAM'S POV

I've been here in this boring mall for forty five minutes and I want to go home now. I'm only staying because Jason is almost forcing me and I don't want to be a bad friend, besides, I owe him a lot.

This bench is hurting the hell out of my ass and the people hanging with us aren't my favorite people in the world to be with, except for a few close friends. There are also some girls, or how I like to call them, sluts. Yeah, it's mean to call them that way, but the clothes they're wearing are too showy, they have shorts shorter than my underwear, it looks as if they borrowed their 6 year old brother's shirts, and even though most of them are in good shape, I prefer watching them wearing normal clothes, just like everyone else in this planet.

Arianna, the girl I pretend to have a crush on, is here and I don't try to talk to her. She's only a few feet away from me, talking to two girls, but I honestly don't want to be with a girl right now, they're too dramatic and make everything a huge mess, very annoying. I prefer being single and that way I can flirt with them without having commitment or emotions.

"Be right back." I tell Jason and he nods. He's too busy with Gaby, Gail or whatever the girl's name is. I don't know why I always forget her name, she has repeated it to me like eight times and I still keep forgetting it, it's my alzheimer's fault.

I start walking through the mall. I don't know what I'm looking for, but I just wantto be away from that group of people I call my friends. I should start making new ones, but then again, I can't give me the privilege of doing that.

I watch the little kids playing in the little playground place next to Macy's and remember all the things that happened when I was that age. Besides my mom and sister fighting, everything was so easy and fun, the worst problem I could possibly have was having the necessity to pee when playing hide and seek, those were good times. Now with school, family, friends, girls, health and infinity of problems, I don't get to enjoy my time like I used to.

There's a blue eyed and dark haired little boy playing alone in the playground and he somehow reminds me of me when I was a kid. I wasn't very social and I liked being alone. Being surrounded by people wasn't my thing, and that hasn't changed, but I have to pretend I like it that way because everyone who I know enjoys being in crowded places.

I blink several times and my flashback ends. I have to stop day dreaming, I always end up staring at someone or something and it becomes awkward for me and for the other person.

I see the little kid standing up and grabbing his multi-color plastic ball from the ground, he stands in the same place for a while trying to find someone to play with, but nobody seems to be interested, not even his parents, who are standing outside the playground talking to some other's kid parents.

Will it look weird if I go and play with him? He looks so sad and I don't know why I feel the urge to go and help him. Fuck it, I don't care what the others think, I'm not doing anything wrong.

I step into the playground and approach the little guy. "Hey." I say and he only stares at me with his big eyes, "Want someone to play with?"

He doesn't say a word. Before I ask again, he starts speaking, "Stand over there." he instructs.

I nod and do what he says. I stand like 10 feet away from him and wait for another instruction, I guess he'll only throw the ball to me and I'll have to throw it back. He throws the ball in the air and with his right hand he directs it to me. My reflexes make me grab the ball because it was going a little too fast than I expected to.

"You're not supposed to do that." The blue eyed boy informs me with a calm voice, extremely peaceful.

"Sorry, I wasn't sure what we were playing." I respond, "Let's try it again."