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Silence is becoming my best friend. Yes, silence is quite helpful at this point. Silence is helping me to not face the many questions that are flying through my head. Silence is helping me to not take out all my confusion on Weston. But silence is only adding to the already thickened tension, making sitting in this truck with him, practically unbearable.
My hands are in my lap, and I’m twiddling my thumbs, a habit that only rears itself when I’m very, very uncomfortable. I take a peek at the clock on the radio screen. 10:31. Only three minutes have passed. Three minutes! That leaves seventeen minutes to spend in this truck! Why must time move so slow?
I find the courage to look over at Weston, who seems perfectly content, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. How can he be so relaxed after what he did? He should be hyperventilating, or sweating, or clearing his voice every three seconds. Why is it me going through all these emotions? It’s not fair.
Three more minutes pass, and I have to do something. The tension and awkwardness is absolutely unbearable. What breaks tension? Music! Yeah, nothing like a good beat to get my mind off of everything that’s going on. But as I reach to turn on the radio, it seems that Weston has the same idea at the same time, and both our hands touch. I jerk my hand back, and so does Weston, making things worse.
“Sorry,” I say, deciding to keep my hands in my lap.
“Here we go with the apologizing again.” Weston mumbles.
Well, what else am I supposed say? I’m sorry, Weston. I’m sorry I kissed you earlier. I’m sorry I don’t what to say. I’m sorry I keep saying sorry. Gosh.
Weston, without hesitation, decides to go for the radio again, and a familiar tune fills my ears.
“If you just realize what I just realized
Then we’d be perfect for each other and we’ll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We’ll never have to wonder if we missed out on each other now.”
Oh god. This is NOT helping. I look over at Weston and the embarrassment is written all over his face. He quickly moves and turns to the next station. I know it to be the local rock stations, so I feel a little bit better. Rock music helps sooths the tense soul, without mentioning all that love crap.
I start tapping my foot to the beat, starting to really get into the song. At least until the chorus comes on.
“I hate everything about you!
Why do I LOVE you?
I hate, you hate
I hate, you love me!”
Really?! Are the radio guys trying to tell me something?
Thankfully, Weston wastes no time in turning to the next station, and again relief flows through me. That song wasn’t helping the situation either. And then, he settles on 95 SX, the pop station. I don’t hear Colbie Calliat, so I figure we might be okay.
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