And When He Is Here // hayes grier

Chapter 27

↠Hayes

It has been 2 days sense B and I's fight. She won't answer my texts or calls. I went over to her house once and she 'wasn't there'. I think Ryan was just covering for her. But I personally think she over reacted. I mean yes I did hide the text from Dylan from her but that was from him to me. It didn't involve her. So I don't think she needed to know about it. I also didn't want to make it seem like our relationship was set up or the only reason I ever talked to her that day Dylan died and she ran to the park. I went to find her because I care about her. And Dylan gave me a job to protect her and the other night I did the opposite. All Dylan wanted was the best for her, but that also makes me wonder why he killed himself then. He knew he was the most important thing in B's life, but he left anyway.

I decided I was going over to Bradie's house again to try and fix things. Because I want nothing more than to make things right with her. I was home alone with Nash, my mom and skyline went out to a movie or something. "Nash!" I called up stairs. He came out into the balcony in out house. "I'm going over to B's."

"Go fix things with her idiot."

"Thanks for the motivation." I replied sarcastically. He winked at me and I slipped on my nike slides and headed over.

I knocked on the door and Ryan answered. "She's not home." He said quickly.

I sighed. "You said that a little quick don't ya think."

"Because it's the truth this time." He explained.

"When's she going to be home?" I asked.

"A week."

"What the heck are you talking about?"

"Come in and I'll explain." He motioned for me to come inside. I slipped inside and shut the door.

"I see you got the presents I dropped of from her party."

"Yeah she took most of that stuff to California with her." He said not looking at me. Ryan sat down on he couch and I was beyond confused. Why should she be in California for a week?

"Why the hell is she in California?" I snapped at him. I felt kinda bad because it's not his fault but still.

I sat down in the recliner next to their couch that he was on.

"She went to go see Myles."

"Myles?" I questioned.

"Man she hasn't told you anything had she?" he laughed a little and I kind of wanted to smack him. I shook my head with an annoyed look on my face telling him no. "Her biological brother. My mom and his mom set this up a few days after she found out about him. Apparently he's known about her for like a year. He lives in LA and they went to meet up. My mom and Bradie left yesterday. I wasn't invited. And my grandma comes to stay with me at night. But yeah she kept saying how nervous she was to meet him."

I took a minute to take in everything Ryan just told me. She's known about going to see him for a month. And didn't tell me. Guess we have to work on that. She didn't even tell me that she was leaving. "I'll be right back." I left Ryan on the couch and headed up to B's room. I looked at the pillow she takes everywhere with her, gone. Her picture wall that was done so neatly that you couldn't see the mint green wall underneath. Every inch of that wall in covered in pictures of her life.

I stepped closer to the wall. Looking at every picture there. It hurt me to notice these pictures are only from when she was 7 till recently. She doesn't have any from her when she was born, or got her real eye color. Or when she got her first tooth, learned how to crawl, learned how to ride a bike, or her fifth birthday. She will never be able to see what she looked like when she was younger. And it kills me that she can't see any of that. Or there's no one to tell her stories about it either. And it kills her, I know it does. I see her every time we are in her room, she looks at the wall and I can see it in her eyes. It breaks my heart.

Her room is always cleaned but her bed is never made. Even though she's going to be gone, she still didn't make it. I smiled just thinking of the little things that make her, her. Her bed is actually really cool too, it's in the middle of one of her walls but on one side of her bed it's a short book self. It's only about a foot higher than her mattress goes. And it's filled with book. She also has bulletin board above her bed that has notes from people, wrist bands from amusement parks, concert tickets, movie theatre stubs, and drawing she's done during class. I looked at every picture she drew. They were just quick sketches she did in class but they were really good. I admired them. B has drew me a picture before and I still have it, and it's phenomenal.

I spun around and looked at her walk in closet. The door was half way open but I could still see the full mirror on the side that's in her room. I could also see the shelf of her shoes above her clothes. Her pair of black on black high tops were gone. I know those are her favorite.

I liked looking at her room because it symbolizes everything she is; her book self, stack of notebooks on her desk, her cameras, a fujifilm instax 8 camera, a Polaroid, and a really nice canon one. She's really into taking pictures. I've seen her take some too, she's talented. Her computer usually sits on her desk too but it's gone. She probably took it with her along with her canon camera. Her desk is a corner desk so she has a lot of room on it. She has a brown swivel chair with white polka dots that she just sits and spins around her room when's she's board. She has an hour glass too, I'm not really sure what that's for but it looks cool. She has bean bags in the corner of her room that we always do homework at. There sitting on a carpet sense she has to have wood floors because of her asthma. She's tried to explain to me before why carpet affects anything but I didn't understand. She has this rock on hand ring holder that I laugh at every time I see it. I just think it looks funny.

One time we were in her room after someone's bonfire they had earlier in the year. It was about 3 days after Dylan died. She wouldn't talk to anybody or answer anyone's texts or calls. She wouldn't not leave her room. But for some reason she would talk to me. I don't know why but I was the only person she actually talked to for a week. I don't even think she knew why. But we were sitting on her floor, leaning up against the foot of her bed. And she had her head in my lap not facing me. She was crying and I was stroking her hair. All the sudden the sounds from her stopped. I looked down to see her eyes shut and no more tears coming from her eyes but she had tear stained cheeks. I realized that she had cried herself to sleep. The lights were off but she has these starlights hanging around her room. I didn't want to wake her up because she had finally calmed down; even if she was asleep she was at peace. I just stayed there and leaned my head on her bed and fell asleep with her. I think that was the moment I fell in love with her.

I pulled something I wrote for her out of my pocket. I set it on her desk right where she puts her laptop.