Jonathan: A Fanfiction Novel

October 8

"Work was slow. I hung out with Tom. I took the subway home because it was raining. I helped a lady bring her stroller down the stairs. Where was she going with a baby at 2AM? Your guess is as good as mine." My brother says on the TV, our sole form of communication. We tried leaving notes when we were kids, but his handwriting is practically chicken scratch. "We were running low on dish soap, so I picked some up. They didn't have any of the blue that we like, so I got green instead. I hope you don't mind. Do you have any plans for the weekend?" He looks at the camera for a second before clicking it off. No mention of Elena. Of course not.

Since he won't tell me anything about her, I've got to figure it out all by myself. I want to know what he's getting himself into, what's so bad that he can't tell me, besides the whole 'girlfriend' end of it- so I decided to follow her today, to see what I can learn.

I wore a baseball cap, and dark shades. I kept my head down and followed far enough behind that I could see her, but she wouldn't notice me. All I've learned from her is that she doesn't mind walking very far. Most New Yorkers don't. I follow her to a gated garden, where I stop. There's no purpose for me there, and she'd notice me anyway, so I go home.

"I went to a museum," I tell John. "It's this really cool art exhibit- the new one. You should go. They're open late on Saturdays." It comforts me sometimes when we end up doing something of the same so we can share it, like movies or video games, even though I don't play as often as he does, and I know his chances of going to the museum are quite slim. I didn't even go, but he won't know that unless someone tells him, and it won't be me.

Speaking of video games, "I finished that game you were playing. I doubled your score. Not much else has happened."

You know, besides the lying we've both been doing.