The Mistakes I've Made

Chapter 9

          "I'm just saying." My mom chuckles. Ugh. Walking into the garage, we grab the folded up plastic picnic table, umbrella, and Christmas lights. "Yea well, your wrong. We're just friends. That's is. To be honest, I don't really know her very well." She shoots me a look and smirks. "You may not know her, but I know you really want to. Really want to." I could feel my face heat up again so I tell her to shut up and she barks out a laugh. But I was serious. Confused? I just asked if Makayla could stay over. Yea, yea, I know what your thinking. Trust me, that's why my mom is teasing me. But we're just friends. That's it. Right? Yes. Duh. Walking back into the backyard, we set up. Folding out the picnic table and cleaning it off, setting up the umbrella, and then setting up the Christmas lights. On the umbrella, and around the porch. When we're done it's just about dark. Mom goes inside to get the food, while I give Makayla my phone so she can tell/ask her parents. Because of course, my mom said yes. Because she is the best ever. When I tell Makayla my plan, she stares at me. "What?" I ask suddenly feeling self conscious. She looks at me then my phone, confused. Then she shrugs and starts typing. My mom walks out, carrying, three plates, three forks, and three sodas. "You like Pepsi right?" She asks Makayla. Makayla nods while I sigh. Looking up at mom I glare at her. She just smiles which softens me a little. Ok so I stop glaring. So what. "Mom, you know your not supposed to drink soda. Or coffee. Only water. And juice." Makayla gives me a confused look but I continue to stare down my mom. "Please Joseph. It's not a big deal. Besides aren't I the mom? I really don't think soda is going to be the thing that kills me. Besides, doctors lie." She argues with a smile. She's still yellow-ish orange though. I shake my head, anger starting to boil. "No mom. Doctors don't lie. Especially about cancer." When I said the last part Makayla let's out a gasp and whips her head towards mom. "No, your right, but if I'm going to die anyway, why cant I have what I want?" Yep. Anger. "Jez mom your like a kid. Fine. Have your damn Pepsi. But don't forget I know. I can see it mom. I always could. And sadly, I always will." Me and mom share an understanding look, and then break into a smile. "Well that was interesting, Miss MayBerry. We should do it again some time." I say trying, and failing, not to laugh. "Your right Josey. I truly enjoyed myself." We bust out laughing and when I look over I realize Makayla is smiling looking confused and amused. "What?" I ask between laughs. She shakes her head and laughs. "Oh nothing Josey." We all laugh. Then we dig in.

After we're done eating, we start to head inside but my mom stops me. "Nuh-uh. Dishes." Her voice was stern but she stilled smiled. She does that so much, sometimes I wonder if it's fake. But I know it's not, I can see it in her eyes. Sighing, I start to gather the dishes, and to my surprise, so does Makayla. Before I could speak, mom voices my thought. "What are you doing Makayla?" She giggles. Makayla, looks up confused. "The....dishes?" She asks hesitantly. "Uh, no. Joseph is a big boy. He can do it. Besides, I wanna have a little chat with you. Come on." Turning around and walking away, Makayla gives me a scared look. I just shrugged and shook my head. I have no fucking clue. Handing the plates to me, she walks into the house, looking over her shoulder one last time before entering. Once she's gone, I let my panic out. What the hell does she wanna talk about? Please, don't let it be the same thing she told me. Why can't I be there? Why do I have to do the dishes alone? Shaking my head, I grab the rest of the dishes and head inside. They weren't in the kitchen. Or the living room. I quickly do the dishes, not bothering to put them away, and start to look around. Not in any of the bedrooms. Not the garage. Finally I look out the living room to see them standing on the sidewalk, mom talking and Makayla looking at the ground. She was blushing but she also had a faint smile on her lips. After a few minutes she nods, looks up, and talks. Mom smiling, they stand up, and start to walk inside. I quickly jump off the couch and run into the living room before they catch me. What? You would do the same, and you know it. I hear the door open and close, then their footsteps lead into the kitchen. Turning around I see Mom walk in, and Makayla standing in the doorway. Meeting Makayla's eyes we both smile. Meeting my Mom's eyes, she walks up to me, and whispers in my ear, "You really shouldn't be a spy when you grow up. Your terrible at it." Then, looking at ,e expression, she laughs and walks away. Walking into the living room she calls back, "Makayla, you can sleep wherever, so long as you two don't do anything I wouldn't do. Actually, I shouldn't say that. Just don't do anything your not supposed to do." With that she goes in to her room, leaving me and Makayla, both bright red from her comment. We stand there for a few awkward minutes before I tell her to follow me, and head towards my room. Opening the door I quickly look inside to make sure it's clean before letting her in. As she quietly studies the room I ramble. "So, you can sleep really anywhere you want, living room, my Moms room, shit, you can sleep in the kitchen if you really wanted to. Or, you could sleep in here. It's really up to you to be honest. And it doesn't matter where you pi-" she cuts me off by looking at me, jaw dropped, pointing at a poster on the wall. Looking at the poster she's pointing at, I realize it's a My Chemical Romance poster. My favorite one. A little uncomfortable, I shift my feet. "What?" She looks at me, then the poster, going back and forth. "You listen to MCR?" She asks in amazement. "Yeah, so?" I reply defensively. My palms started to sweat and I started to shake. "So? I love them! I didn't know you listened to them." She says excitedly. Relaxing just a bit, I walk to my bed stand and take my medicine. When I turn around, I realize she's looking at me weird, but thankfully, she didn't ask. "I love their music. And I hate the fact that they broke up, but I still love them." I explain quietly. Smiling, she continues to study my room. Growing more and more uncomfortable, I ask her if she's gonna sleep in here. "Uh...yea, sure, I guess." She sounded kinda nervous for some reason but, like her I don't ask. Going to the side of my bed, I shove the mattress to the floor to where it's even with the box spring. Walking into the hallway I go to the closet, and grab a bunch of blankets. Coming back into the room, I see Makayla sitting in my chair, watching me curiously. Making a pallet on the little set up, because the box spring isn't exactly soft, I throw some pillows on it and grab my comforter. Looking at my alarm clock, I realize it's already ten o'clock, we ate late, so I got comfy, and looked at Makayla, waiting. We looked at each other for a moment before she blushed and shifted uncomfortably. "We're sharing a blanket?" She asked uncertain. Confusion washes over me. "Yea... is that a problem?" I admit, I felt kinda embarrassed. I could feel my face heat up, me apparently bushing, and I felt uncertain. She hesitates but nods nonetheless. "Yea, I just got confused I guess." She explains. Walking up, she climbs onto the bed side. Like, the very side. Halfway off the side. Sighing, I shake my head. "Makayla." She looks over her shoulder, because of course her back is to me, and my breath hitches. Crap! Swallowing once, I continue. "Come here. I'm not going to attack you, and your hanging off the edge." She looked a little panicked. "C'mon. We're friends. It's ok." I quickly added, which then realized how creepy it sounded. I tried again. "I mean, not like that... I just- oh my god, you know what I mean. C'mere." Laughing, she rolls over, closer to me and I realize then, how close we already were. Face to face we stare at each other. Her hair was twisted, and stretched over the side of the bed. She had a few strands, however, that framed her face. Her eyes were a light shade of sea green, with several flecks of gold, and a dark navy blue circle around the outside of it. Her checks were flustered and had hundreds of freckles, that I never noticed before, across her checks and nose. Her warm breath against my face and a little uneven, much like mine, aa she studies me as I am her. Finally, she breaks the silence. "Your mom is really nice." She whispers. Why she whispered, I don't know, but it felt right in the situation we're currently in. "She really is." I whisper back. She looks down at her hands for a moment before whispering that she's sorry. "Why?" I ask confused. "For the situation you guys are in. She is such a good person. She doesn't deserve that fate." She explains, so quiet I had to strain to hear her, and it made me think. I thought about my mom, and her situation. I thought about her outline. Almost orange. Almost gone. Can't. Can't lose her. No. Before I panic, I change the subject. "It's...ok. What about you? What's your family like?" Looking away from me, she doesn't answer. Starting to fidget, she looks as if she's focusing, debating something. After a few minutes of silence, she lets out a sigh. "I don't like my family. We don't... get along." Confused, I draw my eyebrows together. "What do you mean?" I whisper. "Well, I'm an only child, with a single mother who complains that I'm still alive everyday. Not much to it." Stunned. Quiet. Confused. Fear. Anger. That's what I felt. All at once, and can you really blame me? No. So, I did something that surprised me. I, subconsciously, took her hand in mine and held on tightly as if my life depended on it. Her hand was small, almost fragile, in mine, but the warmth was extremely surprising. It was nice. Comforting. And, she didn't take her hand away from me. We both stared at our hands intertwined with each other silently. But, it was a comfortable silence. For once, my mind raced in a good way. Next step. Pulling the blankets off both of us, I stand up, pulling her along with me, and silently head for the back door. Once we're outside I tell her to follow me and we walk towards the wooden fence, climbing it, and onto the roof. We both lay back on the roof and look up, hands still intertwined. The stars, actually visible, twinkled like a thousand fireflies in the night and the full moon shining with them. To my surprise, Makayla leans her head on my shoulder, stiff at first but relaxing quickly. "It's beautiful." She whispers in awe. And all could do is nod, and look at her as she gazes at the stars. I had a feeling she would love this. "I sit up here a lot, but I haven't really done it lately." I whisper back. She nods and continues to look at the stars. "I have a question." She states bluntly. With a chuckle, I look up at the stars again. "What?" I ask. "If you could have one star, one wish, what would you wish for?" Interesting. Continuing to look at the stars I think for a few minutes, before finally giving my answer. "I would wish for more stars." I reply simply. "You can't do that." She reply's with a glare. "Not for more wishes," I say chuckling at her glare. "I would wish for more stars so that, one day, I would have a galaxy. And when I fall in love, if I fall in love, I could give them the galaxy to show my love. Although I would probably love them much more than a few thousand stars." Silence. Looking over, I see her staring at me in awe. As she looks back up at the stars, I see her galaxy, my galaxy reflect off of them. The stars mixing in with her sea green eyes, she looked like a goddess. Releasing a sigh, she tells me her wish. "I would wish, that I'm able to find my love before the end. So that, I could have my own galaxy, to share with them. So that I could look to them, when I am in pain. So that I can trust them to catch me when I'm falling. So that I can talk to them when my mind races. So that I will never be alone again." She whispers. And I saw it. I saw the tear spill over and down her cheek. The pitiful and sad, but peaceful and hopeful expression in her eyes as she gazes up. And I knew. I knew for sure that she is the one I will give my galaxy to. She will be my moon. My sun. My stars. My electricity. My food. My essence. She's everything. And I know, that I, will. Not. Lose her. If it's the last thing I do, I will save her. And with that, we laid on the rooftop, whispering stories, wishes, hopes, and dreams. Then, as she let out a big yawn, we got up, and went back inside. This time we weren't uncomfortable or hesitant about laying down next to each other. In fact she laid right up against me, which surprised me, but I was grateful for. She was warm. And we went to sleep. And it was perfect.    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Authors note:

      Hey hey!

     Ok so my iPad has been acting up a little (probably bc it needs charged) but sry for mistakes. So I want to tell you, in this charter when they are talking about wishes and stars, I got this idea from ANOTHER BOOK ON WATTPAD. THEY HAVE COMPLETE CREADIT FOR THAT. In fact, I highly recommend it. It's called roommates by Adien Summers. It is not the exact same though. Very similar, but not the same. 

  Anyways...... I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

   Stay Alive Friends |-\

~Sam