I just realized that I forgot to title this lol
I'm up early the next morning. Six-thirty to be exact. I check my phone to see I have a missed call from Echo and two texts. I click on them, anxious to see how it went last night.
From: Echo
11:47 pm
He seems ok for now I think it'll be alright.
From: Echo
1:06 am
You're probably asleep so I won't call again but I want to talk when you wake up
I sigh and rub my eyes. I can only hope it's ok, James is leaving today. I can't stand the thought of him leaving while we're still on bad terms.
I send Echo a good morning text before sitting up and looking over myself in the mirror hanging on my closet door. I had started wearing the mascara and eyeliner that Ashley bought me. It's currently smeared under my eyes from not wiping it off the night before. I get up and open the package of makeup wipes on my dresser, then scrub the black off my eyes.
When I feel I look human I pull a T-shirt over my head and go out to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. After digging though the cupboards I settle for some toaster waffles. I slide them in the toaster and sit on the counter as I wait. I pick at my nails, I really should paint them again. There's hardly any color left. I don't have a ton of nail polish, just some basic colors, I really with I had one of those tiny brushes so I could do designs. Or one of those weird light things that make the gel stuff last super long, that's what I need. My nail polish never lasts more than-
My extremely interesting train of thought is cut off by a knock on the door that makes me jump, nearly falling off the counter. I slide to the floor wondering who could possibly be at the door this early. I briefly consider tiptoeing around to see who it is before opening the door. I imagine crawling up to it and peeking out one of the windows to see who it is. Then I have to remind myself that I am fifteen, this really shouldn't be a thing I think about when answering the door. I'm practically an adult and I still have trouble opening a goddamn door.
I swiftly open the door, very adult-like. That is, until I see who it is, then all sense of sophistication is thrown out the window.
Of all people, at this hour, James stands at the door. He's in a hoodie and jeans, a backpack over his shoulders. He's probably about to head to Nevada. He doesn't look nervous or upset, he just looks blank.
"James, hi." I look at him in confusion. I'm a little worried he'll blow up any moment now.
"Hey. We're about to leave," he gestures behind him. I look over his shoulder to see his parents in the front of a mini van pulling a U-Haul. I nod, wondering if he's going to stay this cold the entire time.
"Oh," is all I say in fear of setting him off.
"Yeah." He says before scratching behind his ear. "Uh, look, I was an asshole last night. I know that now. I just didn't want to leave when things were like this with us."
"Ok," I breathe out a sigh I didn't know I was holding. He forgives me- well kind of. I think he does, he at least doesn't despise me, so that's good. "Well, I'll miss you J." He let's out the tinniest ghost of a smile at that.
"Yeah, I'll miss you too."
"We'll always have Jucy." I grin as he laughs a little.
"Yeah, Jucy." He lifts his fist for me to bumb, which I do gratefully. He pulls me into a hug right after. We stand in each other's arms for a couple moments before he pulls back.
"See you around, Luce."
"Bye."
I watch him walk down to his family waiting in the van. I feel a little sense of peace. Maybe Echo and I didn't quite fuck everything up.
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"Morning," I look up to see Patrick walking into the kitchen. I'm sitting with my legs crossed at the dining table. I hum and go back to looking through my phone. "Did you have breakfast?" He looks back down at me as he pours some cereal into a bowl.
"Yeah." He comes and sits across from me with his breakfast, smiling brightly.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Ok."
"Was someone at the door earlier? I was half asleep, I might have just dreamt it." He shrugs like it's no big deal and brings a spoonful of cereal to his lips.
"Yeah," I nod and set my phone face down on the table. "James came over and we talked for a little then he had to leave."
"Ah," Patrick chews his cereal, thinking for a moment. "Is everything alright between you two?"
I nod too quickly to begin with. I don't want to talk about it for fear that I'll start crying. I really hate crying, it's gross and makes my face go red and blothchey.
Patrick must sense that I'm lying though. I could never tell how adults could do that. Maybe it's a parent thing, Patrick seems like the father type. "Are you sure?" He asks again. This time I feel my face get warm and tears poke at my eyes. I swallow back the urge to cry and just shake my head once.
I don't even know why I'm still so upset. James said it was fine, though I still feel like shit for things happening the way they did. I close my eyes and am brought back to James and I sitting on the couch in the basement.
"Hey Luce, can I talk to you about something." I sit up as well now so that I'm cross legged in front of him.
"Yeah, sure what is it?"
"I, um," he laughs at himself. "Well, ever since I met you, I kind of had a crush on-"
My heart stops when I hear those words.
I remember running to Echo after that. I ran away from the problem and just made a bigger one. I let Echo kiss me. I messed up. Echo shouldn't have been the one to talk to him, he didn't mess up like I did.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Patrick asks me. I shake out of my thoughts and return to the conversation at hand. Pastering on a fake smile, I look up at him.
"Not yet." He nods and smiles back, seeming content with what he's accomplished.
"Hey, 'Trick!?" We both look up at the sound of Pete's voice. Patrick laughs.
"Be right back." I laugh lightly at the oddness of the situation.
Once he's gone though, I pick up my phone again.
To: James
Hey I know you said things were fine but I really need to talk to you.
I sigh and lean back in my chair. My phone vibrates in my hand and my stomach turns over. I expect it to be James when I pick it up. I feel a mixture of relief and disappointment when I read the name.
From: Echo
Meet you at the park in an hour?
Perfect.
To: Echo
Sure
Ello
So this started as a filler, but I like the way it came out. Hope you did too (∩_∩) (lol these faces give me so much joy.) As always, comments and favorites are much appreciated. <3
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