Psycho But Not Really

p s y c h o - 8

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Nate

Lenny was good at disposing bodies, he doesn't tell me his methods, but I never get caught. The police had arrived at the scene an hour after I killed that girl. It was hilarious watching the news.

I was still at Althea's house, it was warm, and cozy inside here, it made me feel at ease a little. "Hey, write down your number, I at least want someone to text me every night" Althea, chuckled and gave me her phone. I typed in my number, and named myself, Nate <3 it was funny watching her blush.

"Can I call you Thea?" I asked, she looked at me and gave me her sweet iconic smile, "sure, call me whatever you want" she said. Thea, told me to wait, while she got ready, I went up to her room, and sat on her bed, the bed slightly creaking, but not that much. I looked around her room, and it was dull, brown, yellow, and all sorts of dull colours, I was expecting pink or purple.

Her books were neatly tucked away in a shelf, and her clothes were organised in her wardrobe, I could tell she was a neat person. A picture frame caught my eye, it was a photo of a young girl and a lady, I assumed was her, and her mother, a mysterious man in the back, hugged them both. I assumed it was her father, she's told me about him, poor girl, loosing her father. But just think about loosing her whole family.

I chuckled at the thought.

"never in my life, have I met someone who laughs at nothing", I heard her sweet voice behind me, I put the frame down and turned around, she was in pants, and a jumper, she untangled her hair with the towel, and shook her head. "I was just looking at your room" I said and looked around more.

She giggled, and sat on the bed watching me. I walked around, drawing my finger across each object. I stopped at one specific drawer, I slowly opened it, but Althea caught my wrist, her grip was tight. I looked up at her, and raised my eyebrows, "don't, look in there.." she trailed off. I smiled and released from her grip. "I don't bite" was all I said.

Althea

He smiled at me, showing his perfect straight, shiny white teeth, I was amazed, and my grip on his wrist softened. He slowly opened my art drawer, and he chuckled, "cute" he whispered. Cute? What's so cute about my awful art. When I said I was good at art, I meant I was better than a five year old!

He picked up my pencils and paints, examining, each tool he looked at. Then he picked up my most prized, and best painting I did. It was the sketch I did of him in the park, on the day we met! My eyes widened and I gasped.

"You actually, had the time to draw me? On a canvas?" He said, and looked shocked, I shrugged, "like I said, I like drawing people?" I laughed it off. Nate caressed the canvas, his fingers going over the layers of paint, and the details I put. 

"It's.. lovely" he smiled.

But this smile gave me a genuine feeling like he liked it. A lot. He looked at me, and back at the painting, he sighed and it seemed like his mood shifted.

"I should go.." his voice was deep, almost inaudible.

"oh, I was wondering if we could hang out today, but it's cool if you're busy" I said moving closer to him, but he instinctively moved back. I was somewhat hurt by his action.

"Sorry, I've got an important meeting I have to attend, Thea, I promise I'll make it up to you" he sadly smiled, and I returned the smile back. "Alright, I'll walk you to the door" I said, as we walked silently to the front door, "thank you for breakfast" Nate said and left. I watched him disappear out my window, and sighed.

Why was I so fixated with him? He was different, even my relatives, like cousins, aren't as different as him. He was in pain. I could tell. From the different patients my mothers had, I could differentiate people and their conditions.

But Nate.

I knew he had something in the past, his past was awful, he experienced something that changed him. Physically and emotionally.

I sighed and shook the thought of Nate out of my head. I got my keys, and left the house, going to the nearest coffee shop. I waited in line for my order, when someone called out my name. Or nickname...

"Theatre!".

Yes, people called me theatre in high school. 

I hesitantly turned around, and to my surprise, it was Marcl Cyner, one of my high school friends, I lost touch with him, and we never spoke ever since I was homeschooled. "Hey, Marcl!" I said in surprise and hugged him. He smelt like candles, and he felt like a soft blanket, I could find myself hugging him for hours, but sadly the barista called out my order.

I grabbed my coffee, and made my way back to Marcl, he was the only person in high school that stayed in touch with me, all my other friends thought I was leaving for good, and they forgot about me. We spent hours catching up, now Marcl is in university, and has a girlfriend that lives in Minnesota. Seemed like he had it all after high school. He has a partner, majoring in university, and there's me. Still living with mum, and just starting a job at a bookstore. Lame, I must call it.

Marcl, had pretty long hair for a guy, it reached past his ears, but no longer than his shoulders, it was golden, brown, and he had ocean blue eyes. He gave out a surfer boy vibe. His tan skin matched his body. I almost forgot how he looked after leaving school, I'm glad we met again.

We were just exchanging numbers, when we were interrupted, by someone standing at our table.

"Thea, who's this?"

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Snap.