Thanks For The Memories

Chapter Two

I was outside laying in the bright green dew dropped grass. The sun was warm against my skin. It was so relaxing. My eyes were closed. I was contemplating this time about how long would it be until Pete might ask me to go. I think about a lot of things normally, but all I could think about was Pete. I heard him say, "Why are you laying here?"

I looked at him walking towards me. He sat beside me. I said, "I don't know I just felt like this patch of grass was calling me to lay on it."

He smiled down at me, "Funny how that's normally the patch of grass I lay on. I just felt as if it was calling my name."

I stared up at the birds whistling. The sky was filled with various oranges and pinks. The sun was setting soon, but I wish it wouldn't. Today was a perfect day. I didn't want time to pass and go into tomorrow. Who knows what tomorrow was filled with. It was a mystery, an enigma.

I sat up and accidentally set my hand on Pete's. I quickly pulled away, setting my hand on my lap. Pete reached over and attached our hands together. I stared down at them with our fingers weaved between each other. Then I looked up at those glossy brown gems of Pete's. He was already staring at me. He smiled, "Do you mind if I hold your hand?"

Surprisingly I replied with, "No, I don't mind at all."

He asked, "What would you like for dinner?"

We laid back down in unison. Our hands still were held together. Why was he holding my hand? His hands were soft and my hands fit perfectly in them. I said, "I don't really care what we eat."

He chuckled, "Well you're no help."

I shrugged, "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. Maybe a frozen pizza from the freezer?"

I nodded, "That'd be good."

He smiled, "Alright pizza and a movie it is. I'll make the pizza and you pick the movie."

He tugged me to stand up so I did. I followed him inside where he showed me a little closet that was filled with movies, CDs, and vinyls. He had quite the collection. My finger slid across the movies as I scanned them. There wasn't many that intrigued me.

I walked into the kitchen and whined, "Pete, I can't find anything."

He laughed, "Let me go look at them."

He slid the pizza pan in the oven and walked towards the closet and I. In approximately five seconds he pulled off the shelf the movie Finding Nemo. I was about to say something, but he said, "This movie is great. It has this amazing lesson in it that not many people see. The movie itself shows much realism. Life isn't all peaches and cream. Things have to fall apart for them to be put back together."

Wow I really liked this Pete. He was talking about a children's movie in the most optimistic way. This is exactly the kind of thing I look for in a guy. To think deeply about something
that seems of little or no importance to most people.

We sat on the couch together. The leather was peeling a bit. It was a worn couch. He put in the movie then sat back down. His legs ended up extending on to my lap as he laid down. He asked, "Do you mind if I do this?"

I shook my head.

He could do anything to me and I wouldn't mind. I didn't mind his company or his physical contact with me.

It was just the beginning of the movie. We both knew what was coming. The mother was about to die. Pete said, "What a way to start a movie. With a tragedy."

"It gets the audience interested."

He nodded, "Patrick, please tell me what the climax is to this story?"