No Strings Attached

Chapter Six

We went on like that for the next few days, not talking during school,  meeting at the query a few hours later. Just sitting there, talking about nothing and everything.

It was kind of peaceful I guess.

It took a month for the doctors to tell Grant that they would before. That there was nothing to worry about.

Those few hours at the query slowly turned into five hours.

Had fate been wrong? Was it supposed to be me and Grant after all?

I spend a lot of my time focusing how to switch the threads, but it's not like there are articles online outlining just where and how to do this.

I loved the idea of Grant. My mother was happy that I was happy and that I found a boy actually worth my time, even though it probably wouldn't last.

I woke up the next day feeling happier than ever. I showered, got dressed, and then looked at myself in the mirror.

I couldn't believe it. A thin, red thread. It was coming out four inches above my bellybutton.

I found him, an actual soul mate.

I got to thinking, maybe all my thinking about Grant had fates switched so we would be together.

I ate breakfast fast and heavily walked to my bus stop to see Grant sitting on the edge on the bench.

I look down slowly in disappointment, my thread was not attached to his.

I spent the rest of the day in silence. I did not visit the query today. I needed time to myself.

-

It was finally the weekend. Next Friday is homecoming, hopefully I can find out who my thread connects me to by then.

It's not anybody in my school, I'm afraid finding out is going to take longer than expected.

I grab a pair of loose fitting skinny jeans and a grey sweatshirt and my favorite pair of hiking boots then I walk out my door.

I start to follow the thread three miles outside of town.

Why hasn't anybody shown up yet? Is this my mind playing tricks on me?

I try to touch the thread. One finger placed roughly an inch above it and I slowly put it down, touching the string where I would feel it.

I had no idea if I could actually feel these threads with my hands until now. I could just walk through them all the time, but I guess this time was different. I felt it.

I felt the rough exterior of this small thread. It was so thin it felt like it could cut through my skin.

I looked around in disbelief.

At around 6:00 I decided to head home for dinner. I'll continue my journey tomorrow when I'm more rested.

-

At home my mother asks me how my day was, "Good."  I answer in a tone that should convince I was okay.

"That's good, Nicky, pass the mashed potatoes please?"

I pass her the potatoes. They're her favorite.

"Do you think tomorrow you'd want to come to a concert with me and Roger? I heard Killer Sprig is playing." My mother said, happier than usual.

Killer Sprig is one of my favorite lesser known of bands. They hardly ever play live.

I look up at my mom. "Um, actually, I can't. I already made plans with Kathy and we were gonna go see a movie."

"Oh, that's fine, hun, I just thought I'd ask. What time will you be home tomorrow?" She asked softly.

"Um, I don't know, maybe nine." I lie through my teeth. I don't think I'll come home until I find out who I'm attached to.