love sick puppies - tracob

- 7

"do you come here often jacob?" I asked.

I regained my balance and jacob let go of my waist.

he shook his head.

"I've only been here once," he said opening up his backpack.

he took out a camera.
it seemed quite old.

he took a quick snap of me.
I was nearly blinded by the intense flash.

he waited for the film to come out and he shook it so the photo would appear.

he laughed.

"you shut your eyes!" he said showing me the polaroid.

"get rid of it," I say walking out of the water.

"why?" he says.

"I look gross!" I exclaim.

"no you don't, stop lying to yourself," he says.

I just quietly laugh and sit down on a rock.

he shoves the polariod of me into his bag and continues taking more pictures.

he would often look over at me, smile and ask if I was okay.

I just nod everytime he says it and go back to panicking about what my mother will say when I return home.

"does your ma get mad when you go out?" I ask.

"she doesn't realise,"

"what do you mean?" I ask titling my head.

he walks out of the water and sits down next to me.

"I don't know, I guess she just doesn't really care about me," he says picking up some small stones and throwing them into the water.

"that's no good," I say looking at him.

our eyes do not make contact, he just stares forward at the water, continuously throwing stones into it.

"well there's really nothing you can do about it," he sighs.

"she doesn't even drink, smoke or do drugs, she just does not care,"

"not one single bit,"

I can feel the pain in his voice.

"no one cares," he whispers.

"I care,"