The Only Reason.

Drunken Nights and Notebook Sketches

I open my eyes. It's 3:00 in the morning. I look beside me and I see Anthony. He's asleep too. We're on the cold floor. I stand up trying not to wake him up. I search around the house but there's no sign of my mom. I go back to Anthony. I notice his notebook on the floor, I look at him but he's fully asleep, hair on his face, covering his eyes, his mouth is a little bit open; I sigh, he's here. He's really here. Sleeping next to me and dreaming about something. I take another look at his notebook but I decide not to go through it, he wouldn't like that.

I stand up once again, heading to my mirror, I open the crack a little bit and get out the blackbird necklace, heading back to where Anthony was.

I feel him move a little, so I look at him, he reaches for my hand and grabs it. I stare at him until he starts to open one of his eyes softly.

The way the moonlight enters through my window and touches his face is beautiful.

I touch him but he doesn't seem to wake up. "Anthony?" I say quietly. No response. I look at his hair and then look at his closed eyes before whispering "Anthony..." in his ear. He starts to open his eyes slowly.

"Vi?" I hear him say. I quickly stare at him; he rubs his eyes with his sleeves and then he looks at me.

So there we are. We both staring at each other, there's probably a 1 inch distance between our faces right now, he blinks two times before grabbing my face, he comes closer and I feel my heart beat faster and faster.

"I have to go" He says standing up. "You are an asshole" I say referring to the time between 1 to 3 seconds ago.

Through the window, the darkest night I've ever seen is before my eyes, I get up and walk Anthony to the door. Everything seems so blurry, like nothing is real, as if I were living in a dream, but I'm certainly not, or at least that's what it looks like.

"So..." Anthony mumbles. "So..." I answer; "when will I see you again?" He seemed very sure of saying those words I was almost speechless. "What do you mean? It's not like we plan it every time we see each other, it's more like..." I paused. "Spontaneous" He said and smiled "I know, but.... Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Those words came naturally, he wasn't even trying to impress me; but, did i? Did I want to go out with Anthony? Was he the kind of guy I wanted to get involved with? What if he turned out to be an asshole, just like every other dude I've ever met.

"Sure" I found myself saying. Was I even listening to my brain or was I just taking random decisions? Anyway, the commitment was made and I just had to wait for that day to come. In the meantime, I opened the door for him. "How kind" he said "You're more of a gentleman than I am" and that's kinda true, but not entirely, after all, he has walked me home before, and that's something a gentleman would do.

"I'll pick you up at 3:30". I look at him surprised. "But, I have school tomorrow, and that's exactly the time I get out of it"

"I'll come pick you up at your school, then; you don't wear uniforms, do you?" I smile at him and shake my head. "Do you even know where my school is? Or do you even know which school I go to?" I was hoping he'd say 'same as me' or something, but instead he says "well, I was hoping you'd tell me, or I would have to find it myself and by the time I do, it could be too late for what I have planned"-"and what do you have planned?" I say playfully. "You'll find out tomorrow, or is it today? Since it's three in the morning; after I pick you up at..." He's hoping I fill in the blank.

"Dealsthorm High" I mumble, and before I give him a chance to answer, I say "your clothes!" heading to the dryer machine and pulling them out, they got a little bit shrunken.