"Woaaah. This is your room?" I say in awe. "It's so clean!!!! Mom doesn't want to clean it for me. She says I have to learn to be independent, but I'm not sure what that means."
"My mom says the same!" The boy with eyes so green says.
"So you keep it this clean all by yourself? Hoow?"
"I don't know, I just prefer things to be neat."
--Kate--
"Sooooo." Harry says looking at me.
"Sooooo." I imitate him, because I don't know what else I should say.
"Don't mock me. I was preparing my sentence in my head first. English assignment. The new .. thing. wait.. what? No. I know. the mind map thingy or what ever about friends and stuff. Shall we do it at my house?" He says slowly. Does he say it slowly? I don't know. He has always been a slow talker. Is this his usual speed or is this slow, even for him? Why am I not answering?
"Sure." I say and try a smile.
"Okay . . great. Then, after school?"
"Jup. Sounds good."
During lunch Logan tells me how he and Tina have already worked out an amazing concept and that they want to base everything on something. I nod every here and then, but I somehow can't focus on anything. My thoughts keep wandering from here to there and I lost it somewhere.
"You're not really listening, are you?"
"Sorry. I'm not really . . I feel a bit dizzy." I say, having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
"You want to go to the nurse's office, to lay down?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks though. I'm just gonna close my eyes here and now. For a little time, all right? How much time do we got?"
He looks at his watch, "Fifteen minutes." Logan says. Enough time to rest for a bit. "Wake me in ten minutes?" I ask him.
Thankful for having decided to go up to the school's backyard thing, where it is quiet unlike the school cafeteria, I lean against a big flower pot and close my eyes.
I don't know what I expected Harry's home to look like, since it has been quite a time since my last visit, but Anne greeting me with a big warm hug was not one of the scenarios i had.
"It's so nice to see you again, Kate. I just knew one day you and Harry would get together."
"Mom." "Mrs. Styles" Harry and I say at the same time. "We're not together. We're doing a schol assignment together." He says.
"Sure you are." Anne says. "And by the way, Kate. If you insist on calling me 'Mrs.' it's not 'Styles', but 'Twist'. " She says winknig at me.
OH MY GOD. I feel the heat rushing to my face. "I'm so sorry, Anne." I squeak. "I didn't know."
"It's all right. Shall I make you guys something to eat, or are you all right?"
"We're good. Thanks, mom." Harry says and heads towards the stairs. I follow him and stop in front of his room.
"So, this is how your room now looks like." I say, more to myself than to him.
" . . .yes . .?"
It doesn't even look that different than from what it looked like before. Back then he had green walls, that always reminded me of the forrest. Now he has blank white walls. When we were little, there would be many different colors, from his toys or school stuff, that was always in neat stacks. Now everything is held minimalistic. Wooden desk, dark chair. Black double bed, one drawer a bookshelf. Nothing much. This could be anyone's room. Or no one's.
"Okay. You can sit here, I'll go grab another chair." He says pointing at his armchair and then going off to get himself one." While he's gone I take the chance and look at the little items that are lined on his desk. A coin, a rubberband and . . . a ring. Is that. No. Could it be? A small ring, with a plastic flower attached to it. Can it be, that he actually kept it?
I always thought he would have forgotten and everything.
He comes back with an uncomfortable looking wooden stool. "You want to sit on that? Doesn't look that comfortable." I say. "You can sit in it, if you insist." He says smiling. "Ah, you know. I think I pass." "It's not like I would've let you. A true gentleman never lets the lady sit on an uncomfortable chair." He says now grinning. "Gentleman?" I say. "I see no gentleman." I tease. "Yeah, well. It's not like there are many ladies here, either." "Touché."
"All right, then let's get started. True friends, huh. Kind of ironic." He quietly says the last part. "You're the one to talk."
"I know . . . I'm sorry." He says shyly. "Oh come on, Harold. I'm just teasing you. I'm over it. At least I think so . . .?" "You're just saying that without meaning it."
"If you don't believe me, go ahead, but we really should get started on our assignment. Good friends. First thing that comes to your mind. Go."
"Honesty." He says. "And when I say honesty, I mean honesty in general. Keeping secrets isn't necessarily dishonest, but it's i don't know. It isn't very honest either. If that makes sense . .?"
"Yeah, it does. All right." 'Honesty' I write down.
"Wow, your handwriting still is messy." Harry says. I turn my head to look at him, to find him way too close to my face. "OH my god." I say and roll back in his chair.
"Uhm, sorry, Kate." He rubs his face. "Won't happen again. Now, what's the first thing that comes up your mind when you thinkg about true friendship?"
"I would say 'reliability'." I say without thinking. "Oh god. Sorry, Harry. You know I don't do this on purpose." I excuse myself after seeing him hanging his head in his hands. "I'm such a bad person." He groans.
"No you're not." I say.
"You don't mean that."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're just being nice to me."
"No. I wouldn't do that.
"And why is that?"
"Because I am honest."
By that he look up at me with a small smile.
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I am firstly, so sorry for not updating, I'm just somehow really busy with school, because at some point it all became so mega serious and I am not ready for that. That is too much. I did not expect this and secondly, I am sorry because this was a sucking filler? I know. SO MUCH CRAP IN THIS CHAPTER.
I really dont know how to continue this book. I know how to end it, but not how to write it... -.-
BUT i have a great idea for another story and I think that one would be more fun, than thi one, but i actually want to finish this one first.
Sorry, for being a shitty writer/updater.
Til the next time (Which will god knows when)
Marjo x
