I ended up in the park, sitting on the lip of the fountain, staring into the water dully. I didn't want to think right now. But it seemed that I was going to be thinking anyhow as footsteps sounded behind me.
"Adeline," A voice that was either Jake's or Zeke's, sounded with a questioning lilt.
I turned around, slightly, to see that it was indeed Zeke.
"Zeke. What?" I sighed, my voice slightly apathetic. I'd thought Jake had understood, especially when I told him that I cut.
"Walk with me?"
"Zeke.." I glanced up at him, "I'm really not in the mood. What do you want?"
He sighed, then looked at me. "I'm not sure what I want to say right now. Maybe that I like you and seeing you like that with Jake made my heart hurt. I want to try to cheer you up. Would you want to get.. something to eat together?"
I blinked up at him, dumbfounded. He'd pulled me out of the apathetic slump I had been in. "What?" I felt like this was all surreal.
And of course, that's when I woke up, lying on my bed where I'd fallen. I sighed. Of course, nothing would ever be perfect.
"Adeline! Get down here and do your chores!" My father's voice boomed up the stairs.
"Alright, alright," I muttered.
After the chores were finished, I went back up to lay on my bed. I felt worse now, after the dream. But that's all it would ever be.. a dream. I drifted back to sleep, having unmemorable dreams. In the morning, I woke up to the soft country music of my alarm. I sighed, turned it off, and wandered to the closet. I decided I didn't give a damn about what anyone thought and just pulled on some jeans and a flannel shirt over a tight tank top with boots. I sighed, realizing I had no ride today. So I walked.
When I reached school, I walked inside and walked to my class. I realized I was a few minutes late, but my teacher didn't seem to care. I sat down, feeling numb still from yesterday. I seemed to drift through all my classes in somewhat of a numb daze. When I walked outside, I saw Jake. I'd always liked him, and the dream just made it worse. He was watching me, and as our eyes met, he gave a small half wave. I debated whether to go to him or not, but my internal debate was cut short when a shadow loomed over me.
Zeke. Sonofagun. I blinked at him, unsure as to why he was here, near me, that is.
"Can I help you," I asked, with a soft exhalation. Zeke made it hard to be near him as well. The last part of the dream.. it.. didn't help me feel any less awkward near them.
Jake wasn't my boyfriend. He was the quiet guy, the one who didn't get into fights; whereas Zeke was the total opposite. He got into fights, but only when they were started by the other person. And usually, he won the fights.
"Ah, yeah. My brother wanted to talk to you.." He said, trailing off.
I stared up at him. No one ever wanted to talk to me, not unless it was to make fun of or belittle me. So naturally, I was suspicious.
"Why?" I asked, eyes narrowing a tad bit.
He stared at me, then sighed.
"Well.." He trailed off. "He wants to talk - oh, hell. I wanted to talk to you. I figured that would be the best way to even start talking to you. Would you want to go out with me?" He asked, with a hopeful half smile.
I stared at him for a minute, unable to comprehend this. Why, was my only question.
"I.. sure." I replied, hoping that this wasn't a mistake.
His smile brightened and only made me feel a bit more worried. I did like him, but I also liked Jake. Who knew?
