How To Love

Chapter Three

For the rest of the day we agreed upon staying in. Even though it was Saturday night and there was a handful of wild parties to attend, Jarren felt as if he would feel better if we just stayed in and watched a movie together. Of course I went along with his idea, seeing as I'm more than ever not a party person now. I pulled at the hems of Jarren's white V-neck that I was still wearing, feeling a bit uncomfortable with how little of me it covers.

I followed Jarren into the living room. We exchanged looks of dread as we continuously stepped over hundreds of red plastic cups to get over to the couch. There was a huge mess everywhere, complete with a giant stain on one of the couch cushions.

Bringing his fingers through his hair and pulling a tuff, Jarren flopped down on the dirty cushions.

"This is terrible." He stifled a laugh but failed. We both started doubling over in laughter for no reason at all. Clutching my stomach from the burn the laughing caused my abdominals and stepping backwards, I found myself flailing and yelling two seconds later as I fell backwards and onto the ground. Even though it hurt, I continued to laugh and so did Jarren.

"Phew." I wiped the small tears away from my eyes due to laughing so hard and got up from the ground.

"What was so funny anyways?" Jarren hardly got out before he snorted into another fit of laughter.

"I don't even know!" I giggled. "Guess we're both just really tired."

Shrugging with a big foolish smile on his face, Jarren got up from the couch. He took a quick look around and smirked.

"Uh oh." I laughed. "What does that mean?"

He went over to the stereo, dodging garbage on his way there. He turned it on full blast, letting the music blare into the house. I didn't have time to give him a questioning look before he was running to me and taking my hand.

For the next hour, all we did was dance around his living room. Something about him makes me just let go, and that's exactly what I did. We experimented with all different types of dancing. We break danced behind the couch, practiced ballet on the coffee table, and salsa'd around it. All the while laughing, having no breath left to speak. One of my favourite songs turned on and I started jumping on the couch like a little girl at her first sleepover.

Jarren swung his arms under me and swooped me up into them. I threw my head back with laughter as he swung me 'round and 'round. This was all so cheesy and I was never one to appreciate those moments. But being here, laughing, dancing and feeling completely happy with Jarren feels so good that I didn't care. The fact that we were acting like children just added to the fun. I took a second to wonder what Sarah was doing right now. Certainly not having the time of her life with a guy she barely knew. It's funny cause when I used to think of Jarren, I used to see this overrated popular boy who doesn't care for anyone but himself. Except as I'm swinging here in his arms, getting so dizzy I feel sick, that's the last thing I see. I see a boy who's sad for the memories he has never experienced because of how his family is never around. I see a boy who pains to have his little sister by his side but is left to feel the loneliness. I see a boy who is still just a boy. With fears, doubts, dreams and wishes. I usually try not to get so attached to someone so early but with Jarren I feel as though we've been old friends since forever.

Dizzy, we both flopped down on the couch. Well, Jarren flopped and I was forced to follow since I was still snugly pressed against him in his arms. We sat there silently for a couple minutes, both of us trying to catch our breath. I could've fallen asleep there in his arms and would've felt completely fine doing just that. It seemed as if our heartbeats were in sync, both beating rapidly.