Emails: From You To Me

7

I was still confused as the world turned around me, my mother was proud of me and I couldn't remember why I lost my friends. It was too strange for me. Just as I was thinking the doorbell rang throughout the house, and I flinched. Who on Earth was coming here at such a time? It was only nine o' clock, but either way it was dark outside.

"Henri! You home?" That voice was scarily familiar. "It's me, Jason!" He called.

He was here! Now? He didn't have to come over so soon, lucky for us he did, but it was somewhat quick. Leave it to mom when it came to talking to people, she's the biggest extrovert I know.

"Y-yeah, I-I'll open the door. W-wait a minute." I scurried around to grab the children's design, and taking in a deep breath I opened the door to Jason.

He was a giant! I am five feet, eleven inches. Matthew was six feet, two inches. Just looking at Jason, I was intimidated to the point I got so dizzy I almost fell out.

"You alright?" Once my senses came clear, I looked up at Jason who helped me stand upright.

"I-I-I'm fine." I stuttered and in a nervous hurry, pulled out the shirt design. "D-d-do you t-think we can get these done b-by Thursday m-morning?" I asked in a stuttering haze, I should really take speech.

"What's that?" He was genuinely confused.

"T-T-shirts." I said meekly and gave him the paper. On the back were angelic wings covered in stars and on the front were the words "Shining Stars for Children" as well as a small imprint of the orphanage name.

"What in the world? You wearing something as stupid as this." He scoffed before laughing at the design.

"Don't call it stupid!" I gritted my teeth and yelled snatching back the paper.

"S-sorry," He stopped. "So how many do you need?" He asked asking for the paper back.

"Thirty-two." I nearly forgot Matthew and I were wearing the t-shirts as well.

"Thirty-two! Jesus, I bet you're doing that stupid senior pro-" He stopped himself before I got angry again. Were we not friends because I didn't like the way he spoke?

"I am w-with M-Matthew." I told him and his face lit up.

"Matthew Grayson?" He asked and I nodded. "What is wrong with you? He has problems! Is never in class, he's not good for you." And I gulped heavily, is that how a lot of people seen Matthew? I also thought back to when we first met, how the teacher talked down to him.

"H-he's good." I wanted to defend him, but I wasn't sure how.

"Are you sure he is? Are you really?" Hearing his tone made me flinch and back down on the argument. Did we stop our friendship because I was scared of him?

"Whatever. I'll get it done, the colors a light blue?"

"Y-yeah." I couldn't look him in the eye, I might puke if I do.

"I'll see you." He walked off with the design and my confidence, I felt horrible.

Just as I was thinking that I heard my notifications go off from my phone, which was strange as I only used it for phone calls. It could be from my EChat! That meant Matthew sent something.

These classes are going to kill me! How am I going to last until Wednesday? And luckily for me we got out early today for some reason, they would not tell us for anything. Did you get anything in about the t-shirts yet? The design was cool, but the price? Or will I have to attack Jason for them? Lol

As I read I chuckled, could classes be so bad? I'll ask about them another day, but for now I should reply.

Souns bad. I did give Jason the design so dont hurt him AT ALL. Haha. I don't have the price or the arival date, he just freaked me out pretty bad. But its all good in the end, right?

That email was probably full of typos, I was still shaking from happened earlier. I couldn't think straight so I should sleep on it. Tomorrow was Sunday, so I'd be safe with sleeping in.

Are you asleep? Lol Souns? Well I'm full of typos anyway. That's good to hear we have our design in, so at least we can check mark that off the list. Thursday wasn't busy so I already have the admission in, my house is full of papers that I have to look at. But for tonight Good Night, I'm definitely sleeping on this.

Thank goodness we both felt the need to sleep, or else I'd be up all night worrying about the project. Where did he even get the money for the admission too?

Goodnight Matthew. Monday morning I'll have some news.

He was always fast at replying.

Sounds good. Usual spot? Well only spot we met in and I'll see you there.

If only things would be as simple as a story, I would be over my anxiety by the end and no problems would get in my way. Looks like I failed at that as well, waking up I couldn't breathe out of my nostrils and I was extremely dizzy. So much for an average and relaxing Sunday.

"You'll be better by tomorrow I promise. Don't worry, love you." And once again I watched my mother run out of the house and leave me. I probably wasn't that sick if she was okay leaving me... actually even if I was dying I'm sure she would go running off to work too. Sighing, I rolled over and hugged the pillow in my arms.

"What is wrong with me?" I buried my face in it as well before falling asleep quickly. It wasn't the relaxing that I thought, but I still wasn't doing anything today.

Loud knocks came from the door outside, alarming me as I jumped up. Staggering towards the door, frightened I could fall out at any moment, I opened the door to Jason again.

"Heather said you were sick, are you okay?" He bust through the door slapping his hand to my forehead. I'm sure it wasn't burning until now. Since when did he call my mom by her first name too? It was too hard to answer him, I just shook away and flopped back onto my space on the couch. Closing the door, he followed.

"Is there anything I can get you? Need me to run to the store for you? Just ask and I'm on it." All I wanted was to sleep, and now I wanted to sleep alone in peace and quiet. Jason was making all of that impossible!

"Honey lemon tea. Please?" I asked, I wasn't a fan of tea but it would take him long enough to allow me to fall asleep.

"Right away." I could hear his footsteps through my kitchen, did he not take his shoes off?

I could remember everything as I listened to the ruckus he created. I stopped being Jason's friend because he was so clingy!