Dazed

It's Hard to Build Trust.

Dull. Is the only way I could describe such a night. It was just me, as always. I found myself lying in my bed staring at the ceiling, dreaming about nothing. Not a lot happens, not even sleep. I must admit, I'm behind in my book. The club might kill me tomorrow, but can you blame someone for slacking when it's so close to the end of the school year? I looked at my clock on my bed stand table. 12:58 a.m it read. 

Times like these are when I feel the most lonely. When all my mind wants to do is move, yet my body couldn't budge. Besides, where do I go? There's not many places around here for fun activities. I have a car but that only gets someone so far. Luckily for me this was not a night where I would have to make the plans. Not long after my thoughts calmed down, my phone alerted me to an incoming text message. I turned to stare at the blue light. Picking up my phone, I could see who I was being contacted by, and what they were inquiring about. It was from Yuri, a member of the literature club, a club mate, if you will. Why she was messaging me at this hour is beyond me. We were good friends but she didn't tend to text me often, I usually started a conversation if I so desired. I feel like though she didn't express it as much, she did enjoy our talks; tonight, however, already started with intense anticipation. 

I like to describe Yuri typically as a girl of very few words, although she has her moments when she extends her sentences because of her passion, these are few and frankly too far between. Her text only consisted of a simple 'hey'. There's a lot to be said about simplicity. I, of course, myself not being one of many things to say, especially when it comes to communication with the opposite gender, gave a very moderate reply of 'hey'...original I know.  

'so...this is kind of sudden, but is there a chance I could come over?...' 

I believe some would call this action "being forward". Indeed it was not the most common thing to plan to meet up at- *looks at clock - 1:04 in the morning, especially on a school night. But I like to consider myself somewhat of an abnormal individual...so I don't have very much to lose in this situation...I also feel like I should mention that, we've never been to each other's house before..so that's also a new thing. 

'umm...it's kind of late isn't it? I'm not saying no, but is something wrong?' 

'well...It's just..both my parents are away for a business trip...and I'm feeling lonely..' 

isn't that a coincidence. Mind you my parents have alternating work schedules, so they're never both here, and from Monday to Wednesday nobody's here, it's just me in a small townhouse. It just so happens to be Tuesday morning. I'm curious as to why she's asking me...Wouldn't she feel more comfortable around one of the girls? I decided to investigate..although looking back on it I don't see why I would. Being a teenage boy I don't think anyone else would've asked these questions to begin with. I however, am no average boy...but who am I to decide that? 

'oh...well yeah you can if you want..but wouldn't you feel more comfortable with one of the girls?' 

'I don't get along with them as much as I get along with you...and I don't have anyone else really outside of the club...you seem like the only one I could ask for this..unless you find me annoying...I don't want to bother you..' 

Yuri was never really good with confidence..

'N-No!' 

Did I just stutter in a text message?...

'I don't find you annoying at all! I was just curious...I'm not doing anything if you want to come over...do you know where you're going?' 

I feel like now would be a good time to mention that I seem to be a crippling insomniac..so sleep wasn't really on the schedule for tonight..My symptoms had only started a couple weeks ago, I can't sleep at night and it would cause me to sleep in the evenings, or even worst, during a class.

'I think so...It's not to far from my place right?'

for good measure I gave her the address. She probably could've found it anyways because we don't live too far from each other, we've seen each other a few times walking home from school. Still, it brings a feeling of paranoia that she's walking here alone this late..the neighborhood wasn't dangerous, far from it, but you can't predict stray chances. 

1:14 a.m was the time she arrived, or what I assumed, I heard the doorbell ring. Upon opening it, my assumptions were proving true. There she was, with her long purple hair and her intoxicating purple eyes. To say she was standing in all her pride would be falsehood however..she seemed to bear a depressed look on her face, she was staring at the ground, almost trying to avoid eye contact...also it was raining, she was soaked, she didn't bring an umbrella, not a jacket, instead she only chose to bring her trademark white sweater...something was wrong, that part was clear

"Yuri! What are you doing out there, you must be cold!" I grip her hand and her wrist and gently pull her in through the doorway, closing the door behind her. 

"it's a little chilly" was her reply, rather somber. 

Taking the things I knew about Yuri..which was not a lot, I quickly tried to think of ways to take any stress she might be feeling away. Naturally, I knew she was an avid tea drinker, so my first instinct was to switch on the kettle. She was a rather premier tea drinker, as far as drinkers of tea went, but anything was better than nothing in this situation. She was sitting at my couch in the living room. I joined her from the kitchen, placing her tea cup in front of her on the coffee table (I just realized the irony of that action). I sat across from her. We both sat in silence. Not many words I could think of here, there wasn't a lot I had to say. I suppose the same was true for her. 

"Something wrong?.." I dared to ask, not that I was interested, but it seemed like the friend thing to do in this situation. 

She just looked at me with a soft, sad expression. Staring deep into her purple eyes, almost to the point where I could see tears. Yet she shook her head, closed her eyes and looked away. It's not easy building trust, especially when one isn't exactly looking to. 

She was shivering. That was clear. I had gotten up to go and retrieve a quilt in an effort to reverse such an effect. Placing myself next to her, wrapping the blanket around her, resting it on her shoulders. I stood up to go to my original spot, but felt a tug at my shirt when standing. 

Yuri's hand was clinging to my shirt. She was still avoiding eye contact however, with that, I remained where I was, placing myself back beside her. Eventually she found her head resting on my shoulder. That's where she remained for the night, as she slept I wondered what she was dreaming about. I pondered why she had come here, It dawned on me that something may not be right. 

I did not sleep, there I remained for the rest of the night, till the sun rose, and so did she. 

It doesn't cure my loneliness