Eternal.

Chapter Thirteen

Sunday I spent the morning digging through my room looking for my old glasses. I haven't worn then since half way through middle school. I stopped wearing them after my friend told me I looked like an old librarian and then laughed. Alex had texted me that morning saying he stole his mother's phone again and that he had a good time with me the day before. I almost promised I'd drive up and visit him today, but I told him I was too tired, he said he understood.

To: Alexavier

From: Brigitte

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Remember these old things?

To: Bridge

from: Alex

I like them. The green on the glasses go well with your eyes.

I smiled at his charming remark.

To: Bridge

From: Alex

I like your hair like that too.

I had my bangs pulled back in a small clip at the too of my head.

To: Alexavier

From: Brigitte

I thought you hated my hair.

To: Bridge

From: Alex

The brown is nice. It just needed some getting used to.

I felt the anger from yesterday when he told me I had ruined my hair, I let it all go. I smile every time I talk to him, maybe because I've known him for so long, talking to him had become routine.

From the corner of my eyes, my mind played memories on my bed. As if I were watching a movie my eyes traced the room where Alexavier and I had been after Monkey's. First, the nights stand where he kissed me, then to the edge of the bed while we talked about what we plan on doing with our lives. I plan on going to a good college in New York, while Alex wants to be a manager of a contracting business. Then we traced to my laptop where he showed me a video about a game that's coming out next year. He noticed I still had the first rose he gave me. The one he gave me the day of our very first kiss out in the woods on school property. It was as dead now as death had ever been. He stuffed it in my face and I laughed. I could smell the pollen still on it.

In my mind my day with Alex yesterday was a memory, but in the layout of my bedroom, that day has been engrained in the walls. It was maybe the last time I'd see Alex in a while, we was starting a new school tomorrow. Part of me knew the distance wouldn't be an issue for us,  but part of me only hoped it wouldn't be.

I dressed in short shorts a flowery shirt that ended just after my belly button, my bangs were pulled back with a poof on the top. I felt like I should be wearing stilettos and blowing bubbles with pink gum. Then I looked at my glasses in the mirror. They had the same mixture of different greens as my eyes did. The frame was somewhat square, I didn't see now how I looked like an old librarian.

I ran down to my school. I had track tomorrow, I was getting used to the track on school campus again. For two years I dreamt of running this track from the halls inside the school. The start of junior year is when I signed up for the team so I could run this track every week. Running past the yellow football goal, I saw the bleachers that were just off to the right of the starting line. I became overcome with the memory of Alexavier at all of my track meets. Sometimes he’d stay after school and keep me entertained during practice. He and I would sit at the very top, him making me laugh about everything from girls to the economy; while April would be down at the left corner in front texting, or if Sayre had to stay afterschool for some reason, they would be sitting and laughing together.  I remembered racing. How I felt each time I was on this track. It felt like writing to me. Each step would be like someone’s story being written out in a poetic line. I had realized I picked up space. My skin was getting hot against the chilly spring air. I kept my mind on old times of Alexavier and me starting from all the way back to our first day. I realized I could write a book and title it ‘The adventures of Brigitte and Alex.’