A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 13: Memories

 Chapter 13: Memories

I was waiting outside of the Donut Shop, sitting on a block of cement only a few yards away. Jordan was inside getting some new donuts, since he knock over my other ones. I moved over at the discarded pieces of donuts on the floor, and sighed those are not my beloved donuts.  I wouldn’t dare eat that off the floor, it’s only a shame a perfectly good donut went to waste.

“I got the donuts”. Jordan stepped out of the Donut Shop and mince in my direction.

“Are they sprinkles with chocolate covering.” I asked, more like demanded.

“Yeah yeah yeah!” he snorted, handing me the bag. I grabbed it and stood up from the block cement. “Can I ask you a question”?

“No” he rejected, as we both started walking away from the Donut Shop.

“And why not”? I persisted, punching his shoulder.

He flinched, and backed away from me. He was backing towards the road, as he took each step closer to the driving cars.

“Jordan!” I exclaimed, trying to grab a hold of his hands.

He clenched his teeth and rubberneck from me. I placed my donut gently on the sidewalk and leaped in front of him. He scoffed, but when he heard a honk coming from an 18-wheeler. He froze up, so manly. He trailed his way on the middle of the road and now when he hears cars coming he freezes up. My hero.

I pushed him toward the sidewalk and we both tumbled around. Until we hit another block of cement, Jordan was under me rubbing his forehead.

“Damn it!” he muttered, looking up at me.

I was on top of him and my hair was in a mess; I looked behind myself and saw my donuts in perfect condition. Praise the lord! I was about to get off of him, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Did you see that?” He asked star-struck.

“Yeah, you tried to commit suicide. Do you know you’ll go to hell for that.” I answered, pulling my wrist from his grasp.

“No, there was a boy. He was falling.”

Now his talking nonsense, all I saw was him walking backwards into death. Where did the boy come from? There was no boy on the road.

“There was no boy, stupid,” I said nonchalantly.

He shook his hand and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. He covered his face with one of his hands and looked away from me. He seemed lost in words, like he didn’t know what to say next. Maybe he’s lost it and needs so help. Mental help. But it wouldn’t hurt to ask him some questions.

“What did the boy look like”? I asked not caring what’s-so-ever. He glanced at me and turned his head over at my direction.

“He had misty blue eyes,” he recalled.

Misty, blue eyes?  That sounded really familiar, but I can’t be one hundred percent sure. I really hate talking to people but this sounds important. So I better unplug my ears, or I might miss out.

“Did you see anything else, like his hair or age?”

“He was 6 years old, and was wearing; I really don’t know all I could see was his eyes”.

This was weird, why does his dream sound some much like mine. He could only see a detail of the boy just like I could only see a detail of the girl. But there’s something missing, something important. Because we’re not making sense of our dreams but what is it. And why won’t it reveal itself, this is fucking my mind hardcore.

I stood up and walked over to my donuts and picked them up. I turned back around towards Jordan and examined him. He stood up from the sidewalk and brushed his pants off.

“Do you dream about the boy”? I asked, walking towards him. He took a deep breath and sighed, what is that suppose to mean.

“Yeah and a girl” he answered.

A girl, why is he dreaming about a girl? What about Olivier?

“She was pretty and nice. Whenever I see her I feel at ease, like the problems I face are gone. But it only happens when I touch you.” He finished with a daydreaming expression.

“Are you serious?” I scoffed, placing my hand on my hip. “Don’t you dare flirt with me when you know Olivier likes you”.

He’s expression changed slowly and became scowl of frustration. He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes at my direction.

“Stop saying that you yaoi, fan-girl.” he barked.

“I’m only saying the truth. Olivier does like you, a lot. He yelled at me when you left the library. He thought you hated him for lying to you because of me. I may be heartless but for some crazy reason I do care about Olivier. And I want him to be happy, you dick”. When I finished ranting, Jordan was without words. He only gazed at me with wonder and pure shock but at the same time smiled.

 He smiled.

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