Three Times is Enemy Action (NaNoWriMo 2013)

Ch 6: My Parents Discovered Facebook

Ch 6: My Parents Discovered Facebook

God, he’s so cute. Those cheekbones. Ugh. I walk up to him, trying as hard as possible to look graceful while walking a bike. Of course, because I was concentrating on not making a fool out of myself, I did. You know those “bites” you can get on the back of your leg from a pedal that hurt like a bitch and sometimes make you fall on your face? Yeah, little graceful me got one of those, about two feet in front of Sebastian. I swore like a sailor, super appealing I’m sure, and started to hobble, humiliated, closer to the swing set. Sebastian got up, long legs stretching in his dark jeans, and walked toward me as if he was going to help me with my bike.

I gave him a glare that would have made a weaker person drop dead, and he smiled as if he was holding in laughter, held up his hand--one was still in a sling--, and backed off. When I’m hurt, I hate people trying to help me, especially when I’m obviously able to get up and move. It’s humiliating enough to get hurt, much less need someone elses help afterwards. I am able to limp my way to the swing set and rest my bike against the cold poles. The chains creak as he starts to lightly swing, and I hear the tree branches above us rattle as wind hisses by. I knew that if I had been by myself, I probably would have peed myself in fright. Between the owl hoots, the artificial streetlights, and the lack of sun, any sane girl would have ducked for cover, more accurately, her own soft, warm covers. I plop down on the swing next to the one Sebastian is sitting in, and begin to nurse my wound. When I had finished accounting for my injuries, which Sebastian patiently waited for, I put my foot down, and began to lightly swing. Sebastian and I still hadn't said anything to each other, but I was starting to enjoy the cool air, and the bright stars, and the feeling of swinging; as if I was free from the ground and the troubles of Earth. Sebastian pushed sideways so he lightly bumped my swing and said, “ Hey, Aria” in a kind of shy way that I had never before experienced with him.

“Hey Sebastian, how’s... life?” God, I sound stupid. How’s life is what I ask everybody when I can’t think of what to say. And most of the time, people’s answers suck as much as my question and we are again left in an awkward silence. I remember that as a sophomore, I once asked Roselyn High’s resident ‘nerd’ that question, and he answered, “The universe is unfolding as it should.” That was the deepest answer to how’s life that I had ever heard, and I pondered it during Mrs. Oak’s honor’s biology class. Amazingly, probably because Sebastian talks to so many people on a regular basis, he is able to run with my stupid question. “Oh, pretty good, you know, recovering from attempted murder, but y’know livin’ life.” He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye, and I couldn't help but giggle. “But its been really weird,” he continued, more serious,“Not seeing you, that is. It’s strange, and I know we were only in the same room for like a week, and both of us probably slept half of that week away, but I feel… just… I don’t know, weird not talking to you anymore, you know?” he cleared his throat, “And besides, we have to figure out who this killer guy is, right?” I nodded, but on the inside I was cursing him. Why did he have to be so cute and adorable, and then finish it off with why we “have” to talk, not necessarily why he “wants” to, there’s a big difference. Oh boys, so silly and so ignorant, will they ever learn?

He interrupts my musings with his melodic voice, “You know, I use to play here as a kid.” I nod my head along to his story. I wasn't really surprised, what would have surprised my would have been if he said that he hadn't played here as a child. This park was the most fun because it had the tire swing and that spin thing that you stand on, and push off with your foot, and spin quickly in small circles- that one was my favorite.

“You see that sand box over there.” He points.

“Yeah, what about it.”

“I once did a really mean thing over there.” That surprised me, Sebastian didn't seem the type to do anything mean ever. He then explained.