Wait for me...

Chapter 3: Think your random thoughts, live your random life.

Chapter 3: Think your random thoughts, live your random life.

I didn't sleep much last night. Let’s say finding out my friend carries around a gun doesn’t help you sleep well. Especially when your friend is clumsy as. And not to mention that strange cold air in my room, the pale fingers and someone calling my name. Oh and Lucca’s random visit. But I don’t care about him. He ignores me so I ignore him. It's a win-win situation. No bother, and I have no contact with my former friends.

Leaving my house with Jo in the morning seemed strange. Admittedly, I was a loner. So I had no friends to walk to school with me. No one at all. I used to have Holly. But she’s not here anymore. So it was always just me walking by myself.

“Why are you so quiet?” Jo asked, turning himself to face me.

“Because you’re coming to school with me. That’s not normal,” I replied. No because I don’t want him to see me fight against Lucca, Nathan and Everett. He still counts them as his friends.

“If you don’t want me to I can slowly fade into the background like a camellia,” he suggested. I suppressed a sigh.

“Chameleon not camellia. A camellia is a flower Jo.”

“Well maybe flowers can camouflage too,” Jo crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out, “So what are we going to do after school today?”

“I dunno. I mean… It’s hard to do anything exciting in a small area.”

We walked in silence for a while, not having much to say. He already knew we lived in a small suburb. Nothing exciting happens here by the sea. Except for the occasional storm and blackout or sports game.

“Let’s blow up something.”

“Aren’t we a little too old to blow up things and get away with it?” I asked.

“I guess,” He shrugged and thought for a moment. Our feet padded against the gravel path softly, the soles of our shoes making a crunching, echoing noise as we walked down a narrow path in between houses. This was Holly’s favourite path. I haven’t gone through a day without walking along this path. It reminded me of her. Sometimes I could even hear her voice talk to me about some assignment that was coming up. Walking down here made it feel as if she was still alive and here with us.

“The beach then?” Jo was looking around the path. He’d never been here before. It was only me and Holly that walked down this path. It was a special path.

“Its too cold to go to the beach. Plus its forecasted to rain today,” I told him. And I didn’t really want to go to the beach where Holly died. The only beach that was near us. But since Jo was going to be gone for a long time. If he wanted to go to the beach some other time, I’d be fine with going along. He was my friend.

“Well that’s just great,” he grumbled, “The day I want to go to the beach of course it has to rain.”

“Hey we can always go to the lake tomorrow. I’ve still got the boat I think. We could row up to our camping spot and eat lunch or something,” I nudged him, “It’ll just be like the good old days.” The lake was safe. There weren’t any bad memories there.

“We’re not that old,” Jo’s face brightened at the mention of our camping spot, “But it’d be fun to go camping again. Maybe the others will come.”

“No,” I replied quickly. They can’t come. I hate them. As if he knew what I was thinking, Jo looked at me and sighed.

“Come one Jesse. You can’t hate them forever.” Yes I can. I can do what I want. They killed her. It’s all their fault. I can hate them as much as I want. He wasn’t here to see what they did to her. He wasn’t there to experience the pain first hand. He doesn’t even know how badly ruined she looked after being battered by rocks and waves. Not to mention the fish.