Hi everyone! So, one quick change (kinda big) but you know the "very big night" Levi refers, the party? Well it was supposed to be on a Friday night but I'm changing it to Saturday night....fit better with plot....so so sorry.
Also, just realized I've written more so far in this book than in Why We Laugh.
I have a 5 hour plane flight today and thought...yay writing! But um...it's a class trip and I am assigned to sit next to my English teacher. I told her I write outside of school and she wants to read it...I've been distracting her from asking again. She will definitly ask to read it tomorrow. So no writing....
THIS IS NOT GRAMMAR CHECKED AT ALL. PLANE GONNA TAKE OFF, CAN"T WAIT.
Emery
Thursday- 4:28 pm
I tensed when I heard Levi's voice. It was calm and timid, "excuse me, where is room 341?"
The nurse chuckled in response, "Behind you."
"Oh," Levi said turning around.
I was in the corner of the room against the wall with the door.
I couldn't see him yet, but heard his footsteps. They stopped abruptly just as I began to see the tips of his sneakers through the doorway,
He seemed hesitant. As if he knew something bad would happen if he walked in.
He finally stepped through the threshold, he scanned the room.
First thing he saw was my sister. At the moment my sister was a pale figure blended in the sheets. Only her vivid red hair was really noticeable among the wires, Ivs and breathing tube.
Levi frowned slightly, solemnly, in some sort of humane sorrow with others' suffering. His sadness wasn't personal, just genearal.
Nonetheless he looked back up, spotting me.
He had a cut on his lower lip, probably due to his habit of biting his lip. The cut looked more red than usual, more raw, more present...it almost seemed to be pulsing.
His arms were crossed in a protective stance. There was tensness in the air, neither of us willing to forget today's exchange of words.
Yet he came. Here he was, standing before me like a friend. I never thought I'd have a friend who would drag my stuff out. I never thought that friend would be Levi.
But was he though? He is not a good friend, the rational voice screamed in my head. I am just being a naive teenage girl swept into the love fantasy of goody-two-shoes and star quarterbacks.
Except he's disapointed me more than 2 gas miles can fix.
"Hey," I said, trying to seem casual.
"Hi," he replied indifferently, removing the bag from his shoulder. He placed it on the ground and pulled out a hnadful of books.
My heart skipped a beat, where was my calorie counter notebook. Did he forget? Did he read it?
My mind became a hurricane of doom. I could imagine the pity he'd give me, the stupid pity. Or maybe worse, he'll see my numbers and be shocked I even have an eaiting disorder.
Or maybe he'll find that one line in the notebook that said: "If I loose enough weight I think Levi may notice me."
That notebook held everything I was ashamed of, it held my true identity in perfect charts and numbers.
He paused for a moment, glancing up at me, obviously noticing my panic. I lowered my eyes.
He pulled out the notebook from a smalller pocket, it looked unopened, the ribbon that makes the date remained at around the right date.
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The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights
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