At My Kitchen Sink

I'm My Own Shrink

Josh came to my locker at the end of ninth period.

"You still want to come?"

Of course. That's the only thing that got me through the day. The thought of your precious smile, your beautiful, delicate face. That's all I want to do. Ever.

I only nodded.

He waited for me. When we got to his car, I handed him my journal.

"Choose one," I whispered.

He did. He said, with a glint in his eye, "March to the Sea. I love the ocean."

I don't think he'll like it so much after this.

"Ok...."

"Theres miles of land in front of us
And we're dying with every step we take.
We're dying with every breath we make
And all fall in line
A stranger's back is all I see
He's only a few feet in front of me
And all look left and right sometimes
But all fall in line
No one looks up anymore
Cause you might get a raindrop in your eye
And heaven forbid the see you cry
Cause we fall in line
And about this time of every year
The line will go to the ocean pier
And walk right off into the Sea
And then we fall asleep."

"Wow.... That was..... So....... So....."

I was blushing like mad.

He turned the key in the ignition.

We drove in silence.

I started humming.

He asked what it was.

I said nothing.

It was true.

All of my music is nothing.

We reach his house.

"Did you tell your mom you were coming?"

"She doesn't care," I whispered. I only used a normal voice if I was singing.

"Aww, Tyler." He gave me another hug. It felt good. And warm.

He lead me upstairs.

I couldn't help but giggle when I entered his room.

There were cat posters everywhere.

And like ten cat stuffed animals on his bed.

Wait.

Nine.

One was real.

I loved animals.

"Kitty!" I squealed.

"Haha.... That's Molly. You can hold her if you'd like."

I cradled her like a baby until she began squirming. Then I let her go.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"N-no.... I n-never eat...."

"Poor Tyler."

He sat down and pulled me into his lap. I didn't mind. I hugged him, and he wasn't bothered.

I liked him because even though everybody else does, he's not trying to understand me. He's doing something nobody ever bothered with: helping me.