Weeds

Weeds - Chapter Twenty Six

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"I look around, round, look around and look it over," 

Fucking idiot 

"I like to push it and push it until my luck is over," 

I'm a fucking idiot 

"Smiling pretty, well pretty will swallow you forever," 

What was I fucking thinking? 

"When the mirrors and the lights and the smoke clear, " 

Josh Ramsey beautiful voice exploded from my ear buds at full blast and I kept running the water hitting my windbreaker at impossible force. 

I  could already feel the water soaking up in my running shoes but I couldn't stop, I had to keep running. 

It was four am on a Friday morning, I was the first one up and I hadn't been the least bit tired. Unlike every day in my life I had energy. 

Now don’t get your knickers in a twist , it was most definitely not the good kind of energy. 

It had been exactly seven hours since I kissed Elliott, or had he kissed me? I'm not sure. 

What I was sure of was that I had spent every single second thinking about it.  

I refused to believe that Elliott liked me in any way other than platonic, first off he had Sam, second and most importantly I was still me, I was still plain old Riley Stone: The girl who spent her summer watching 300 hours of Doctor Who and Subergatory. 

I felt the burning in my chest as I made the bend, this would be my third mile.  

Now, you may be asking, how can the girl who can barely walk to the distance of her locker to homeroom without a sweat be on her third mile? 

I had a theory that the seventeen years of my life that I had spent being nothing but being a couch potato with bad sleeping patterns had compiled together to create so much un used energy that was now being used all at once. 

Saying that I rerated kissing Elliott was the understatement of the century, our entire friendship was most likely ruined by one mistake, if we ever even had a friendship. 

I kept running and now my shoes were completely soaked through, I tightened the hood of my windbreaker around my face, I still wasn't tired, although my chest ached. 

My life although still relatively normal had become much more complicated than usual, I hadn't been to the graveyard in a while and I can't say its because I forgot. 

I remembered. 

I guess reality finally set in, visiting the gravestone of some guy I never met was stupid, who the fuck does that? And to top it all off I pretended the random man was my father because he was father to some random kid I had never met. 

My father wasn't even dead. 

I picked up the pace, suddenly I wasn't going fast enough. 

I contemplated on weather I should play it off like nothing happened with Elliott, pretend like nothing happened , hell I even contemplated full out denying it happened. 

It had been awkward the walk home, we each walked on opposite sides of the road and no words were exchanged, but damn was the kid a good kisser. 

His lips were soft and warm and his tongue, oh damn his tongue.