It Rains on Weekends

Chapter 5

In comes the comfort

The next day, I received a phone call from my best friend Jace.His name, followed by the two men holding hands emoticon, flashed up on my bedside table.It startled me, as I had forgotten that I had owned anything like a phone in this world anymore. I rubbed my eyes, and as I looked at my phone, I realized that I had slept through most of the day. It was 6:03 PM right now. My screen read 8 missed calls and 9 unread text messages. I felt a little bit disappointed in myself for having missed so many. They were all from Jace. Then I received a text message. I hesitantly checked it, afraid of what it would say.I decided that, in this world, you had to be on your toes, so that whatever anyone told you, you wouldn't be completely destroyed. Also, in a way, I was hoping that Jace would blow up at me for not calling or texting back, as his lack of emotion worried me sometimes, or to be more specific, his lack of anger.

But as I read the messages I was not surprised at his texts of : " Where are you?; "Are you busy?" ; ; "It's been raining all day." ; " Are you alive?" ; "What are you even doing?" ; I'm bored."; "I'm coming over."; "Why is your house so dark?";"I'm outside."

I did a double take at the last message, which was sent 2 hours ago.

No. He wouldn't still be here would he? Judge would've told me.Any sane person would've left by now...But..knowing Jace..

I looked over at my window, which had a pretty clear view of the driveway and the doorstep, and to my absolute horror, there sat Jace. He was sitting on the front step,the porch lights illuminating him, his legs crossed and a beanie pulled down over his eyes.He was laying down on top of his crossed arms, his blond hair pushed down underneath his beanie. I immediately got out of my bed, pulled some sweatpants on, pulled my unruly amber hair into a tight ponytail,passed by Judge's closed bedroom door, escaped down the steps, and ran outside.

I opened the door, the corner of it bumped into his elbow.

"Owww."

"What're you doing here?"

"Waiting for you." He said, his beanie still covering his eyes.

I leaned over him, hoping that he could register my angry expression through the fabric of his beanie.

"How long have you been waiting here?"

"I dunno." He uncrossed his legs and propped himself up on his elbows.

"You sent that message two hours ago."

"Oh." He finally uncovered his eyes, the beanie still masking his eyebrows.He looked at me, a deep violet purple surrounding his pupils."Well, if you knew already then why did you ask me?"

"To.Prove.A.Point." I said, dragging my palm down the length of my face. I squinted.

"Did you get contacts?"

"Yeah." he said.

"Why?"

"Well why didn't you answer your phone all day?"

"Do not answer a question with a question." I scolded.

He shrugged. "I don't exactly want to be a poster boy for Hitler."

"You..Blue eyes aren't just meant to please Hitler y'now!"

"Yeah I know.But if I had to choose between being a symbol to represent the love of Hitler or getting violet contacts, I'd choose the contacts."

"For the love of.." I whispered.

"Hitler?" He finished.

I socked him in the arm.

"Oww." He moaned in a monotone voice that showed how much of the pain he felt. 0% percent.

He sat up, balancing back on the palms of his hands.He patted the spot beside him. "C'mere, sit. You're making me uneasy."

With begrudging steps I plopped down, then fixed him with a glare.

"What?"

"Why'd you wait out here for two hours?"

He stared at me for a second, his gaze fighting against my glare, then he clucked his tongue.

"Uh-uh. Do not answer a question with a question." He wagged his finger at me."That's a no-no."

"You-"

"And, if anyone were to have their questions answered, I'm the first in line to get them." He said, cutting me off. "Don't you think?"

I pouted, because he was right.He had, indeed, answered my question, so now it was only right that I answered his.

"I was sleeping."

"Oh."He whistled. "So Judge wasn't lying then."

I turned to face him, a quizzical look on my face."Lying about what?"

"Well when you didn't answer I called Judge,"

"We have a doorbell you know.You could've just used that instead of relying on technology." I interrupted.

He shrugged."I know.I just didn't want to use it."

"Why not?"

"It's too much work."

I opened my eyes and gestured to the doorbell, which was about 3 feet away. "It's literally right there!" I reached out my arm and leaned forward a bit, grazing the button with my fingers. "You can push it from right here!"

"Eh. It's kind of like one of those things with the remote. Where its like, so close yet so far?"

"You are one of the laziest-"

He put a finger to my mouth, shushing me. "You have no right to say that to someone who waited 2 hours outside for you to wake up and answer your phone."

I went silent.

"Now, as I was saying. I called Judge, and he didn't answer.But he texted me and told me that you were asleep and that I should just come back later.Well, I didn't want to leave because I know that you always sleep with your lights on because you don't like the dark.So I started to question Judge's integrity,"

"What if I just wasn't home?"

"Exactly." He pointed at me and nodded. "Well, I decided to just stay until you either came home or came out of the house so I could see the truth for myself.Luckily it stopped raining."

"You know that we have a key under the mat."

"Yeah."

"So why didn't you just come inside then?"

"In the event that you were asleep, I didn't want to wake you up, and plus neither of you invited me inside."

"For dog's sake I was sleeping!" I rasped, exasperated.

"With your lights off?" He raised an eyebrow."That's awfully suspicious."

I looked down at my shoes, averting my eyes from his pressing gaze. "I was sleeping." I whispered, fiddling with my knitted sleeves.

"Something happened." It wasn't a question, but I still shook my head in agreement.

"Alright." He said, slinging his arm over my shoulder.

Seriously what's with this "arm-slinging- holding-someone-" thing?

"Want to go to the candy cafe?"

I looked at him, and he looked back.

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

He smiled. "Let's get going then."