Xavier

24

The first week of being Xaviers assistant was uneventful. He truthfully didn't have a lot for me to do but in my free time I did spend quite a lot of time in his office. He and I would sit in silence both working on separate tasks. It was comfortable though and I was quickly finding it to be my favorite place to study. It wasn't like I was his assistant or his student honestly.

It was like studying with an acquaintance and doing them favors here and there.

"Are you ready to go?" Nadia asked me.

"Yeah, let's go." I nodded. I grabbed my bag off of the couch and followed her towards the door. She and I are going back to our home town for the weekend. "Did you plan to go to the cemetery once we get back in town?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"I appreciate you asking, but I think I'd prefer to go alone. It's awkward enough basically talking to myself." I laughed. "No I completely understand. If you ever want me to join you, I'm there."

The drive was long but I slept through most of it. It was raining badly by the time she pulled into my driveway. My feeling of melancholy had only slightly increased due to the whether conditions. I took my things inside and went straight to the cemetery.

I parked where I always did and made my way up that same little hill. I found myself under that same tree like always staring down at the headstone that was slowly being overtaken by weeds and slightly overgrown grass, algae, and moss. I'd have to remember to send the grounds keeper a message about cleaning it up.

I stared at his name for the umpteenth time since he'd passed. It hurt every time. "Hey, Q. It's me. I know it's been a while since I last came."

"I'll try to get here more I promise." I mumbled.

The rain made for unpleasant conditions in the cemetery. It was cold and wet and I'm forced to crouch carefully while holding my umbrella. "I miss you."

After a few minutes passed I sighed. "I think that what I miss the most is your corny jokes. I swear you had worse jokes than my dad." I smiled as I remembered a few of his worst jokes.

"I think that's what drew me in."

Quincy was...beautiful. He had a beautiful smile and an extremely handsome face. He carried himself in such a way that he was rather intimidating and when we started dating I would always try to figure out why he chose to be with me. I never thought i was ugly persay. But i didn't know what I did to deserve someone as charismatic as him.

He had a kind soul and a heart of gold. I've never met anyone like him and I genuinely don't think that i ever will. "Sometimes...sometimes I wish we never met. That way I wouldn't still be this hurt."

"But then I think about how lucky I was to have known you."

I turned my head away from his headstone and closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them I was no longer standing at his grave, I was lying in a field beside him looking him in his honey brown eyes. "Why here?" I'd asked.

"You can see the stars well." He'd reply. The distant memory of a Saturday night sat in the fake grass in the football field behind our school plagued my mind. I could practically visualize it.

I'd looked away before he did. The intensity of his stare making my heart race. I thought that if I could hear it as loudly as I could that he must've been able to hear it too. He hadn't said anything about it though. "Those stars over there look like a dinosaur." I mumbled.

"No it looks like Clifford the big dog." He corrected.

"It isn't even red." I said, kissing my teeth. He chuckled beside me and we both turned our heads to look at each other at the same time. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"Are we too young for this?"

"Probably, but better now than never." I shrugged.

When I blinked again, I sighed and tried to force away to memory. A smile found It's way on my face still. I think I'd had enough of crying at his grave.

When I made it back home my parents had finally gotten there. I was surprised to see my younger brother in the kitchen along with them though.

"Hey honey. How was it?" Dad asked. I'd texted him to let him know where I would be after i dropped off my stuff. "It was fine." I shrugged.

"Have you started getting things ready for thanksgiving?" I asked to change the subject. "Yeah, since Nadia and her parents are joining us again this year, your mom has been slowly gathering everything she needs."

My mom liked to treat thanksgiving like it was a banquet dinner. She would set the table with really fancy plates and rearrange the decor. We didn't have the biggest home but she certainly made the most of every bit of space we had.

"I bet. Whats the theme this year? The Emmy's but make it black?" I questioned.

"Probably." Dad chuckled. I washed my hands and made my way to the refrigerator. By the time I opened it my dads laughter had died down. I thought nothing of it but became slightly concerned when I turned and he had a bit of a frown on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. But I do want you to know that your mom and I invited Quincy's mom over for thanksgiving too." He said. "Oh...okay." I nodded.

"I planned to go and see his mom sometime this weekend." I shared. "That's a great idea. I bet she'd love to see you. When I bumped into her at the market the other day she just looked so...empty." He sighed as he shook his head.

Quincy was his mothers only child. I'd expect nothing else. "She asked me about you, and that's when I decided she should come to dinner. Losing her son, the divorce....she's been going through it lately."

I sighed heavily and shook my head. "I'll definitely try to go see her before thanksgiving then."