The Art Of You And I

Chapter thirteen: The matter of moving on seems unreal.

"Remind me again why we hiked through the woods for an hour, plus an hour and a half to find your car because you fucking forgot, drove all the way to the park, then went to the grocery store because you wanted to buy bread, drove back to the park again to feed ducks and now we are sitting in front of a lake, where we were 4 hours ago when we went for the hike, which we could've done when we were here 4 fucking hours ago."

He nodded with an innocent smile. "You forgot, we ate pizza during all of those things."

I sighed. And couldn't help but huff out a single laugh. "God, you are so irritating sometimes."

He shrugged. "I called Ty and Jessica and now they are on their way here."

I nodded and looked around. Alexander and I sat cross legged in front of a gleaming lake reflecting off of the dark blue sky, which was dotted with little stars here and there. When we parked at the edge of the woods, we followed a path that took us ten minutes to reach the lake. The night air was cool, the wind lightly brushing my hair away from my face. I took off my hair tie and shook my head, my short hair slapping lighting against my cheeks.

"Tell me something." I said.

"What?"

"I used to do this thing with my brother." I explained. "When we got bored and had nothing else to do, we would sit down on one of our beds and talk. Nothing specific. However it was like a routine. First, we talk about our day. Then our current interests at the moment, and finally where we would like to end up in the future. Sometimes we would say something stupid but it was really nice. We started this when we were children and as time progressed, our answers changed. So did we." I paused. "God, that was cheesy, remind me to never say something like that again."

He smiled in amusement. "Alright then. First question. How was my day? Well firstly, I woke up this morning to the sounds of birds chirping in the air. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I began my sacred ritual of filling my head with compliments that involved the mention of my beauty and masculinity, and how a gorgeously talented individual like me could even exist-"

I cut him off by pushing him, making him fall over to the side rather harshly. "Jesus, can you not?"

He laughed as he tried to take his place again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Really, my day was like any other. Wake up, go to school, football practice and and drive back home. In this particular day, I had the pleasure and opportunity of spending it with you."

"Shut up you-" I paused. I was about to call him out for the last part of his remark when I noticed something. He said it with actual sincerity. I cleared my throat. "Ok. Moving on. Uhh, your interests? Ooh, tell me about your piano-"

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?" I whined.

"You know enough."

"How dare you?"

"Anyway, where would I want to end up?" He asked himself. "I don't know actually. I'll just have to see where life takes me."

I raised my eyebrows. "That was deep."

He chuckled. "Hmm. But I would want to settle somewhere peaceful. Maybe near a beach? Career choice? Not sure yet. I guess I'll have to figure it out once I get out of college." He started mumbling the last part, thinking hard. His elbow was on his leg, his hand supporting his face, resulting in his cheek being squished.