The Definition Of Perfect (Sherwin x Jonathan/ In a Heartbeat)

Chapter Five

(Jonathan's Point of View)
Word Count: 1060 words

I continued walking home by my sister's side with a smile on my face, thinking about the soft, kind ginger I met a few moments ago. We were almost at our house, which was about 1 block away from where were now. I then heard a loud clicking sound, and sensed something in front of my face.
"Uhm, hello? Earth to Jonathan?"
I then heard the voice of my sister, who was snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Oh, uhm, yeah, Diana?"
"You spaced out for a couple minutes there. Were you even listening to what I was saying?"
"Wait...you were talking?"
"..."
"...Maybe I didn't hear you?"
Diana raised an eyebrow, a confused facial expression on her face, but didn't seem to pay much mind to it from what it seemed. She shook it off and continued to talk to me.
"Well, as I was saying, were going to be choosing what clubs were going to enter. Which ones are you debating on this year, Jon?"
"I uh..."
...
To my surprise, I actually didn't know. Well, the book club is always open. Art? Meh. Band? Probably not; that backfired last year. Choir? Hell no. Well, there's tons more, but for now, I'll stick to the book club.
"Book club most likely. It just seems-"
"Santa Maria, again? Jon, this is your third year, meaning the 8th grade year, meaning the last year of junior high. Choose something new for once, jeez! Besides, your room is FILLED with books anyway."
"Dia, I've read all of tho-"
"What about art? You like art, don't ya?"

"Well, yeah, I do, but-"

"Boom. There's your answer. "

I rolled my eyes, but my mouth soon curved into a smile.

"I'll think about it."

We were quiet for about 5 minutes, until I heard my sister's voice again.
"So what're you thinking about?".
"...Huh?"
"Awh, come on, don't play smart with me. You've been acting really funny ever since we left school. What's going on?"
"I-I, uh..."
I didn't want to tell her I was thinking of Sherwin...she'd find it weird, that's without a doubt. Heck, I don't even know why I'm thinking of him, either. Should I just come up with something from the top of my head? No...it'll be too obvious, ESPECIALLY for Diana.

"Well...I was thinking about, uh-, oh, would you look at that, were home!"
Diana lifted her head to her right to see the house, letting out an annoyed sigh. I approached the door, leaving Diana behind. As I walked into the house, I heard Diana mumble under her breath: "Damn, my brother is a pain in the ass."
"...I can hear you, Diana."

Once again, nobody was home. At this point in time, I wasn't surprised. I just wish that when they were here, they would actually TALK to me...
They give Diana all the attention in the house. Well, yeah, she is younger than me, but...they don't even look at me anymore. I just miss the times when me and my Dad would play baseball together in our old backyard, and me and Mom would bake cookies sometimes when she was done with her paperwork, but those times were gone now. They've faded away like leaves blowing in a hurricane wind into the middle of nowhere; they were lost and drowned away into time itself.

Diana was aware of this, and as much as she enjoys the attention, always makes spare time with me. That's what makes her a good sister in my opinion. Better than sitting in a corner alone every day. I have friends at school, but I never really cherished them. They just hang off of me for attention, like a rope tied onto a kite. The only true friend I have is Diana, but the main reason I didn't sit with her much was because of Sunny. She was a girl with brown hair, which was tied back into a ponytail with a bow, and brown eyes. She forces me quite often to sit with her and her dumb group, and they don't even talk to me either. So I live my life alone, without anyone I can really talk with, well, except for Diana.
Books are the one thing that keep me stable. They distract me from reality, and take me into another world where all my troubles can fade away; that's the main reason why I choose bigger books. Once I stop reading, I enter back into the world full of stress and worry; all my dreams fade away again. That's why I want them to last as long as possible, y'know? It just feels right to me.

Diana and I made ourselves a sandwich, which was our dinner. I barely nibbled at the crust of mine, while Diana was practically inhaling hers. I then heard the door open to see my mother, who was wearing a black dress, and carrying a small handbag. She walked directly passed me, and planted a kiss on Diana's forehead. "There's my 8th grade girl!" she cooed. "I'm going to put my things down, and then tell me all about your day." She layed her handbag onto the couch, and, as expected, didn't even mind the fact I was there. It's was like in her mind, I was another ghost who has ceased to exist from her life. Jesus, she didn't even look at me.
The small amount of warmth and comfort in the house began to fade away. I just turned my chair around a bit just enough for me to see her, and waved at my mother. She noticed me after a few seconds, and her upbeat expression faded away into more of a stern one. "Hi Jon", she said in a neutral tone.
That's all she spoke.
I just frowned and turned my chair back to the table. My face began to grow sour with pain, and instead of tasting a sandwich, all I could taste was the bitterness of the air around me.
I looked back at my sandwich, and put it onto Diana's plate. I began to walk upstairs. Diana watched me as I made my way to the second floor. "Where are you going?" She asked.
My eyes began to water.
"I've lost my appetite."