The Light Side Of The Crystal

10. The Night Out

Sorry for the long wait. I had finals and stuff and we all know that they are not fun.

I was sipping nervously through my mojito, which was already half way gone. I hadn't been so nervous since the Ritual. My heart was in my stomach and the feeling was not fun. I had the feeling I was stood up so bad.

Because here I was. Sitting in the stupid dim lit bar. Full of people in groups, drinking, and smoking. Making the air in the room nonbreathable. And I was sitting alone on a table waiting for the mighty Bryan to show up.

Bryan? He was nowhere to be found. I might have guessed that if he was indeed not coming he would have called me or at least texted me. I started to feel what was it like to be stood up by your ex-boyfriend in a non-date outing, which was serving the prepuce just to catch up.

I sigh in frustration and looked at my phone again. Hoping a magical message, that wasn't there before, would appear. Telling me that Bryan would not come, because he was busy and I'll go home happy that I didn't have to spend the time with him. But there was no such message. Which made me even more furious. Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my shoulder making me jump on the stool. My head shot in the direction of the hand, just to see Bryan behind me.

"I'm sorry. I got held up by my parents"

He made himself comfortable on the chair in front of me and smile charmingly. For maybe the first time since I knew him, he wasn't wearing a T-shirt. Instead, he was wearing this button up shirt and black jeans. Making him look kind of hot. My stomach flutter with the familiar sensation, which only he knew how to bring.

I mentally cursed myself that I was so weak against him and his smile.

"No problem, I wasn't here long" I lied. He knew me well. But even he had a hard time figuring out when I lied. I mentally high five myself for beeing such a good liar when I wanted to.

He seemed to believe it and order for himself.

"So how is everything with you?" He asked leaning up close not breaking eye contact.

"Everything is fine" he smiled.

"And school?"

"Good, good"

I looked at my glass and nervously started to play with the straw. The conversation was awkward. We were at that point where you know the person, but you two fell apart. And now you could not tell him everything that was happening in your life nor small things like what you ate for breakfast, because you're not that close anymore. And it would have been stupid telling him what I ate for breakfast. So this left us with sitting awkwardly and making small talk.

"Do I have to pull out every word from your mouth or we are going to catch up?" he asked breaking the silence between us.

I looked up at him. I wanted to catch up. To gloat about what I'm and where I'm, but I couldn't.

I smile softly.

"How are your parents?" I asked surrendering myself to the small talk. He seemed relieved.

"They are well. They needed my help at the bakery. Great opportunity for me to see them and help them until I have to go back to school"

His parents owned a bakery near the center of the town. It was well-known bakery among the people. The baked goods were to die for and we used to go there all the time and enjoy the sweets. I was very privileged about that. Who else could say that they had a boyfriend that kind of owned a bakery and you could go there and eat for free? Not many people.