“Please don’t fail me now! I need you more than you need me. It can’t end this way, I won’t let that happen!” I heard Scarlet yell from her bed as I walked in the door on Sunday afternoon. I had no idea who she was talking to, but she seemed desperate.
“Are you alright Scarlet?” I call up to her.
As I walk up the loft stairs I see her hunched over her laptop, frustrated and annoyed by it. “No! This stupid laptop lost the files I saved for my project! It’s nowhere to be found in this thing!”
“Have you checked your recent documents?”
She looked at me like I was god and screamed “No! You’re a life saver Tyson! I am forever in your debt!”
I laughed and handed her a coffee which she gladly accepted as she smiled at me.
That’s when I did it. I kissed her. I kissed her and she kissed me back. She wouldn’t let me go. Oh god how it was perfect.
Actually, that’s what I dreamed of as I was walked over to my desk and picked up my laptop. I just wish I could tell her but she had other guys chasing after her. It killed to know I was just as lame as the others; uncontrollable of his emotions and too afraid of the result to take action.
It’s been two weeks since I got beat up in the alley and I was still healing. Bruises and cuts still present but not nearly as painful. No one had asked at school since no one there talked to me. It helped me heal faster, in my perspective.
“Can you put some music on? I need white noise in order to get this done” The request was odd as she had headphones on but I guess if she needed it, she needed it, so I didn’t hesitate.
I plugged in my iPod and put on Astronaut by Simple Plan. I drummed on my laptop to the beat. Then I started to sing along, hoping she couldn’t hear me.
Scarlet’s Perspective
Even if I had my headphones on, I could still hear Tyson sing along. He was cute when he did things he probably didn’t notice. The way he always picks a sad song if it’s his choice at night, but during the day it was always a song with a fast beat to it.
Tyson was a great person who could probably make you smile in thirty seconds of meeting him. He had such a fun personality. I really hoped that I didn’t bug him in anyway. I just feel like I’m such a bother to him, like I’m holding him back from the life he could be living.
I don’t want to stand in his way.
Tyson had a way of making me feel safe. He was always concerned but never too worried. I liked that about him. He knew when to hold back and to stay close. He never let me take more than I could handle. Tyson just knew me so well.
He disliked Conrad, I know that, but the truth is, so did I. Conrad was too reckless and full of himself, yet I kept hanging around him. I’m not sure why but it drove me insane that I couldn’t be free of him. I guess my self-control was worth than I thought. I just couldn’t get rid of him.
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