Glass Hearts

XI

Christine

I played with my spoon, twisting it around in my ice cream. Roy and I had only walked a few blocks to Mike's. I still covered up, waiting for everything to fade away. I wasn't all that hungry, but the cold dairy product chilled my nerves and filled the hole inside me, for now. The sweet taste of chocolate chip cookie dough with the cream on my tongue did make me twist my lips into a small smile. Roy watched me carefully, scanning my every move. He still ate his ice cream, mint chocolate chip, but I couldn't tell if he enjoyed it. 

Mike's was always my favorite place to go. I got fairly close to Mike's son, Charley. Even if he's six and I'm only fifteen. I half-hope for Charley to show up, half-hope for him to not show his face just this once. I can only guess at how horrible I look currently. I bet everyone is also judging the two of us. A girl in a hoodie, covering up everything in the warm spring, and her hair is a complete mess, with a guy who deffinately looks like he had a fight for breakfast. I nearly put my head on the table with a sigh, regretting my offer.

Then again, it was awful just sitting in my room with him. My greedy pleasure was also fogging up my mind and keeping me at ease. Even though, I was still debating in my head over the matter of Roy. I wanted him gone. I wanted him to hold me and keep me close. I wish I could just remove all emotions from my body, to think logically once again, or at least try to. Is this why people call love dangerous?

I spooned another bit of ice cream in my mouth, I had half a bowl left while Roy was nearly finished. I might just save the rest and let my mom have it. She hasn't had a treat in a while. Now that I think about it, neither has my brother. I only treat myself really, and I tend to just buy myself sugar when I crave it. I'm a pretty awful family member. I lower my spoon and look down. Roy finally seems to return to this cursed reality.

"Hey..." I drown out his words. I don't want to listen. I just want to sleep. Sleep and clear my thoughts. To get over everything and return to normality. As best as I can. I need some loneliness to numb me and make nothing hurt, nothing to effect me. Roy taps my shoulder and stands up, words continue to tumble out his mouth. I am drowning in a sea of verbal letters, syllables, and emotions of concern. Eyes might look upon us, I shake the feeling off. Charley hasn't come. Things look up in some ways, but most are still crashing and sinking.

I take the plastic bowl in my arms and stand up. I brush by Roy and start walking out. My leg bumps into a small creature. Short, brunette hair, joyful blue eyes, a smile that will always evaporate your heart no matter what. Charles. I curse under my breath, but his smile warms my heart. I crouch down and pat his head even before he speaks a single letter. His smile brightens and widens, and it fills me with so much joy.

"Hello Chrissy!" I chuckle slightly at my nickname he dawned me with.

"Hello Charles." He hates being called Charley, because supposedly it sounds too childish. I always tell him that being childish is never bad thing if kept in check. Besides, he's only six, "How is it going?"

"Fine. How about you Chrissy?"

"Uh..." I swallow hard, I can't just tell him what's been going on, "Everything is great. Tell you what, I'll take you to the park tomorrow. Sound good?"

He started bouncing on his feet as he tried to stay in place, HD was excited, "Of course! Will that scary and ugly guy come with us too?" Something snapped as I realized that Roy was still with me, standing a few inches behind me.