CHAPTER THREE: THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET. Part three.
Ten's Point of View.
We drove for a short while and the rain faded into just grey skies after about 20 minutes. There was little discussion in the car, mainly just Jonathan humming along to the weird noise he'd earlier explained to be music. His long fingers tapped his steering wheel and he let out a sigh as we pulled into a drive way.
"Uh, this is my house," He said almost nervously, "My mom might be home so uh, just wait in the car for a second."
He shot me a quick begging look and I nodded my head slightly then watched him enter the house.
It was quaint, dusty but lived in and made me think of commercials I had seen that featured cabins on the TV Papa had gifted when I transported to Russia for the first time.
After a while Jonathan came out, his face flustered like he had been exercising. He walked over to my side of the vehicle then opened the door for me.
"D-do you uh, need help out?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.
I didn't respond, instead I swung my legs around until they were out of the vehicle and placed them gently on the floor. My head buzzed for a second, blood rushing to my brain as I stood up. Jonathan moved his arms around me to support my weight. Little vibrations spread across my back as I felt his fingers trace circles between my shoulder blades in a comforting manner.
We slowly made our way into the house together, it was empty bar some strings of lights. It felt warm and homely. Happiness in the form of a building.
Jonathan sat me down on a stool in what appeared to be a kitchen then knelt beside me and started to inspect my face.
His eyes wandered around my features curiously, they were gentle on me, no judgement.
"I'll, uh, go grab the first aid kit." He said quickly then shuffled out of the kitchen. I observed the room, it's kitsch styling was reminiscent of the previous decade as if it had been bought then and never updated. My eyes drifted to watch Jonathan search for the first aid kit in the cupboards that made up the room. His eyes were concentrated but something else clouded them over, like a sadness. It was beautiful to view and I found myself blushing at the thought of intruding on and witnessing such a private sadness, even it was only presented in his eyes.
Jonathan's hair was a light brown and fell in harsh shaggy tresses over his sad eyes, he was tall and lanky. Like me. I admired the person who was helping me with fondness.
"Aha!" He claimed loudly, startling me out of my observant trance.
He looked up, me blushing and shyly apologised.
Jonathan came close, pulling up a chair so he could inspect the gash on my head, his eyes turned guilty and I could tell he was beating himself up over being the cause of it.
"It is okay." I whispered, placing my hand on his. His eyes met mine and he smiled lightly, I returned the smile.
"This might hurt." He said as he started to clean the wound. I closed my eyes and focused on connecting with my sister.
Eleven? I asked, searching for her energy.
Yes. Where are you? You're safe? She questioned, a worried element to her thoughts.
I am safe. You are with Mike still? Are you safe? I shot back, neglecting to tell my sister about the beautiful boy who was gently tending to my wound. His nimble fingers worked quickly and he was already applying an adhesive bandage.
With Mike. I'll see you soon. Eleven thought then ended the connection. I could tell she was enjoying her independence. I was too.
"Uh- all done." Jonathan said as he began packing up the kit. I placed my hand to my forehead and felt the soft bandage that protected my wound. It was an unfamiliar feeling. It's coarse outer layer made me feel safe.
"Thank you Jonathan." I appreciated the care he had put into helping me, I had never met a boy who was a similar age to me and it was nice to have the first one be such a kind man.
Jonathan stood up to put the kit away but after he was standing he faltered slightly, like he was stopping himself from doing something.
"What's wrong?" I asked, becoming more and more confident with my speech around him.
"Do you uh, maybe want to go for a drive or walk? I know it's getting dark but I," He ran his hand through his hair then shyly finished , "I just don't want to home or alone right now."
I smiled at him and stood up, placed my hand in his. He tensed for a second then relaxed. His eyes wandered over our entwined hands curiously and the corner of his mouth turned up ward as he inhaled slightly.
"Lets go."
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