My name is Brianna. I have a brother. His name is George. One of us had to be adopted because we are only two weeks apart, but our parents won't tell us which one. Fucked up, right? We both look like our parents so it's hard to guess. George grew up not caring. I, on the other hand, want to find out. It kinda hurts knowing that you could possibly not be related to the people you grew up with.
Anyway, we are on tour of a college campus. Our guide's name is Blake. I introduced myself as Bria because that's actually what everyone calls me. I hate my full name. George, the weird one, told Blake to call him G. No one calls him that. He thinks it's cool because it could also stand for gangster. I find it retarded. (Don't tell him!)
Well, let me hurry up and try to get you back to the present. I caught you up on who George and I are already.
Blake explained the cafeteria, "You get seven free meals a week for that plan. Another plan is . . ."
I stopped listening again, fourth time I done it. I went back to staring at the guy across the room. Actually, he was staring at me. I suddenly thought of Hazel Grace. You know? From The Fault In Our Stars? He was staring just like how I imagined Gus staring at Hazel. I had the urge to ask him if he was afraid of oblivion. That would verify things.
Someone nudged me. A girl in my group. I think her name was Nancy. The rest of the group was following Blake out of the cafeteria.
I muttered, "Thanks."
"No problem. Do you know that guy?" She nodded at "Augustus Waters".
"Yeah. I mean no. I don't know him." Whoa, the Gus and Hazel thing gots me all twisted.
"He's been staring at you since forever."
I smiled, "I know."
Nancy grinned at me, "Go talk to him. I'll cover for you."
I shook my head quickly, "No! I don't know him! Stranger danger!"
"If you don't go willingly, I will pick you up."
I frowned. She's acting like I knew her for ages. As if she was my best friend.
She pushed my shoulder, "Go!"
I put my hands up in surrender, "Fine!"
I slowly walked across the cafeteria. Butterflies started to form in my stomach. When I got closer, I realized he froze, probably shocked that I was walking towards him.
I stood directly in front of him. He looked up at me and chewed his sandwich. I tried for a smile and waved. Waved! He is two feet in front of me! Why the heck did I wave!?
He smiled and gave me a quick wave. Awkward. I started to play with a rubber band on my wrist. I repeatedly hit myself with it.
He swallowed his food quickly, "Um, do you want to sit down?"
I whipped my head up at him. I was grateful, confused, and nervous at the same time. His voice was friendlier than I expected. I thought it would be deep and sound like a middle-aged man.
I took a seat, and continued to play with my rubber band. How the hell am I going to get myself out of this situation?
Mystery boy cleared his throat, "Uh, my name is Floyd."
I looked up at him and smiled. Interesting. Floyd. I never met anyone with that name. I never even heard of anyone with that name. Then, how did I know it existed? I shrugged it off in my brain. I looked down again to focus on my wrist.
Floyd interrupted my thoughts, "And yours is?" I facepalmed myself mentally. Why didn't you introduce yourself?
It was my turn to clear my throat, "Brianna." I winced. Why did I say that?
Floyd muttered, "Brianna. Wonderful."
I mocked him and muttered, "Floyd. Wonder filled." Floyd. I liked the way it rolled off my tongue. It was irritating. I felt like I had to say click a bunch of times just to make my mouth feel right. Floyd. Floyd. Floyd. Click. Click. Click.
Floyd grinned at me, "You should probably get back to Blake. He's gonna freak out when he realizes he lost someone."
I laughed, "That would be funny."
He checked his watch, "I can lead you to where they should be at this point. Come on." He stood up and outstretched his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.
We walked to the gym. Just outside the door, Blake was explaining the hours of it.
Floyd called out, "Dude, I think you lost someone."
Blake ran to Floyd and did a boy hug type of thing.(I don't know what it's called.)
Blake smiled at him, "I thought I was going to have to call someone. Thank you so much. Where'd you find her?"
I frowned. What's wrong with these people? I can hear everything they're saying! They are treating me as if I was a lost TV remote! I rolled my eyes.
Blake and Floyd and everyone else in the group stared at me. Did I say that out loud?
Everyone slowly nodded. I covered my mouth with my hands, "Oh my God! I'm sorry!"
I didn't even know I asked the question aloud! I am so out of it . . .
For the rest of the tour, I stood in the back next to my brother. He teased me about it the whole time. I tried to ignore him, and keep my mouth shut.
I kept repeating to myself these words: I am going to die in college.
Bria and George are to the side. Yay! :) It took me a while to edit, so I hope you like it.
