i walk home, figuring 9 blocks can't be that bad.
turns out, i was wrong. but i can do with the walk. apparently getting fit is difficult: to dance, i need to be lean, thin and graceful. but here i am, panting and dragging my feet with a heck load of old textbooks in my bag. i'm about as graceful as a giant panda (no offence to the giant pandas).
the streets are beginning to look familiar and i'm trying not to think about my oncoming headache. i didn't eat lunch, but i ate breakfast again because i'm not stupid. breakfast is the meal that keeps me going most of the day, even if it is usually just coffee and some sort of roll or fruit. vali gets my churros. eating breakfast usually improves my mood anyway. and i'm starting to feel more comfortable, less anxious.
i think my appetite may be returning.
i collapse onto a bench near a couple of towering trees and shops, wondering whether death would be better than all this exercise. out of the corner of my eye, a golden brown maple leaf falls gently, swaying in the slight breeze. i reach out and grab it with my forefinger and thumb, observing it while i rest.
"jax?"
i drop my leaf and sit up.
"you again?", i say mockingly, but i'm not feeling too bold. just tired. a boy in an apron, orange pants and green shirt rolls his eyes. his name tag announces 'my name is MIL'. i smile at him.
"who do you think you are, de caliente? i just happen to work here"
i look around. "oh. right. i..."
"come in for a drink", miller says, a kind shimmer in his eyes. i think of all the studying i should probably do, but those tests seem so far away and so does my house.
it's a request i am too tired to refuse.
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light headed | boyxboy
Short StoryWhilst trying to learn to love himself, Jax accidentally learns to love another. He's never felt this way about a boy before. *highest ranking: 101 in short story *lowercase intended \\ COPYRIGHT NOVEMBER 2017 ©
