Our Crooked Words (A BajanCanadian Fanfiction)

08.

 ~Chapter Eight~

Alisha's POV:

"I'm here if you need me." Mitch said, sympathetically. 

I don't know why he'd want to be there for me, I have plenty of people there for me. Like.. 

I had to stop myself from my own thoughts. Wait, who do I have? Journey, mom, dad, Sarah? Or, no one?  

I shook it off and half-smiled at Mitch. He smiled back and put his eyes back on the road. 

"So, where do you want to go G?" He asks, stopping at a red light. 

"Hmm.. I don't know. I haven't been around in a while." He chuckles. He must think I'm kidding. Last time I went at least a mile from the hospital was when I had to go to a birthday party for my cousin 4 months ago. The only other time I step out is to get some fresh air. 

"Well... We could always just walk downtown. Sound cool?" He suggests. I love walking. The beautiful blue sky, the birds chirping, and the billions of plants making the world pop with color. You don't get that much when your in a beige hospital room.

"Sounds cool." I nodded, and we parked by the sidewalk. We got out, and I'll admit, it was pretty chilly for the middle of August. 

We started walking, and passing people. Some kids even recognized Mitch, and asked for an autograph! It was fun until I started getting a few stares at my bald head and skinny self, even a few whispers. I felt really insecure, and didn't want to walk anymore. 

I started to fake shiver. "Brr... It's pretty chilly out here. Don't you think, Mitch?" 

He nodded, and took off his jacket and put it on me. I shook my head, hoping he would let me keep it. "Nope. You take it. I don't need it." 

Score. I zipped up the oversized hoodie and pulled on the hood. No one can judge me by the way I look if they can't see me, right? 

Mitch looked down at his phone, texting someone. I kept walking awkwardly, still getting a few stares even though I'm completely covered. 

He puts his phone away, and motions to a bench. "Let's sit." He softly says, walking towards it.

I sit, pulling out my phone with the hood covering my eyes. Mitch pulls the hood off.

"You need to see." He chuckles, looking down at his own phone. I pull the hood back over my head and draw back my attention to my phone. 

Mitch pulls the hood off again. "Mitch, stop please." I beg, pulling the hood over my head once again. 

"Why? You can barely see. Besides, it's about 45 degrees." 

I ignore him and scroll through my texts. 

He clears his throat. "Ehem. Alisha?" 

"Hmm." 

"You don't need that hood. Please take that off." 

I shake my head no.

"Awhh. Pwease? For mwe?" 

"Mitch please don't." 

"Ouch." He mumbles. "Can you tell me why?" 

Why am I so over dramatic? I take off the hood and pretend nothing ever happened. Maybe if I ignore my flaws other people will too. Or maybe if I ignore them people will notice them even more..

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Sorry for such a bad chapter. I have major writers block. >.< Oh well, Don't worry. It will get better.

Tank you guys for the shot on the reads! I've gained about 10 more reads since my last chapter! I love you guys so much!

Have you heard of the CraftBattleCanadian thing? If you haven't, it's Mitch and Lachlan. Can you imagine it? Awwhh! Anyway, thanks for reading! Much luv, and Take Care.

-Kimmi