The unbearable silence, the whispers of my name from my classmates mouth. I hate all of it. I walked next to self-righteous beauty as we get closer to the exit of building it clicked with me. I am total jackass. I felt disgusted with myself. My fist clenched and anger towards myself made it hard to hold basic conversation. She popped her umbrella and looked me in the eyes. I froze. She grabbed me by the arm and held tight. Right in front of everyone. I could hear the gasps people made and the whispers grow louder. My heartbeat ringing in my ears. This is fear. She spun us around towards the open doors of the school. We walked forward, all I could do was match her step for step. My clenched fist and anger turned to sweaty palms and terror. I feel my lungs expand and contract then i feel warm air against my ear, and she spoke.
"Vance what do you think of the spot light?"
My body shook to its core. My heart shouting in my ears to run away. I cant to do that people are gonna talk as is. If I were to run they would just make fun of me and that is the worst. Then she wouldnt let me hear the end of it at least I think so at least. So I just took a deep breath and laughed. "Actually the spotlight is quite pleasant." Why am I being a egocentric asshole? The question crossed my mind and bounced around in my head the entire walk. "Hey Ms. President what are we feasting on this evening?" She rolled her eyes at me and looked at me with disappointment.
"Vance you can cut the act we arent even close to the school anymore. Unless it's not an act and just as shallow as I thought you were. Which honestly would be quite disappointing."
I was at a lost for her stern and blunt tone. I kinda like it.
"Hey it's not a act and I won't lie, I don't know where all that bravado came from. I do have some pride you know and No, I don't know where we are going since I have not explored this area much since moving here."
Her long hair had small drops of water in it and the sound of rain slapping the cold hard ground made her seem so much more... Cool in my head. Besides the idealistic aspect of it all. I hate that with a passion.
"Well there is a local diner around this corner, and why are you staring at my hair? You aren't some kinda of creep right?"
She backed away and took the umbrella with her. I mean I can't just come out and say that she has nice hair after that so. what can I say. Why am I thinking about this soo hard?
"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING I'M GETTING ALL WET AND JUST GET BACK HERE! Wait did you just say diner as in small cheap good food and not like a vending machine or convenience store?"
"You are a mindless... I am going to stop there because I lack evidence to insult you on. Let's just get there and get this over with."
I think me and this girl are gonna get along quite well or that I hate her I can't tell as of right now.
"Well lead the way I am starving and why are you trying to insult me already.?
She ignored the question. We turn the corner and see this literal straight out of a movie diner. I am at a loss for words. We walk in and see the black and white striped floor and the red booths. Then to top it off we were greeted by this nice old lady and it was so cool. We sat in the corner of the place, and she immediately called the waiter over and order our food. I just told the nice lady to give me a lemonade and whatever the cook recommended since Ms. President over there didn't even let me look at the menu.
"I didn't take you as the type to drink lemonade. That is the first time you surprised me and why are you looking at me like your upset?"
"Well it is because I am you took my right for free food my choice away from me. My feelings are more hurt than anything. Anyway why am I here with you exactly you said wanted to ask me some questions?"
She paused and looked down in to her lap and appeared to twiddle her thumbs. Her whole vibe changed the mood of situation. Her eyes returned to looking dead and to be honest during this 10 minute escapade to this diner. I felt as Me and her could be great friends. That's saying quite a lot for me since well... I don't have any right now.
"Diana is something wrong?" With those words I had let guard down and I think she picked up on that. I placed my bag on the inner section of the booth and pulled out my notebook. You know "My notebook." I had set it on the table. After that our drinks came. The sweet old lady told us it wouldn't be long for our food. We thanked her and sipped our drinks. This is one of the better lemonades Its fresh and could taste it. The condensation on the glass came off on my hand and My reflex was to wipe it on my shirt.
"You shouldn't wipe things off on your shirt. It's unpleasant to watch, also why do you care If anything is wrong? Is not like you know me or anything or would care too."
Her stern tone and feelings from earlier were gone. I feel like she is missing something... Something important.
"I care because if am being 100% honest with you. I feel as if me and you would get along. You probably know this but I don't have any friends here and most days I'm fine with that. On rainy days like one today I feel alone in a world that's forever moving forward."
With those words I picked up my lemonade and gave it spin and looked into her eyes. Hoping my gaze would compel her to give me her 2 cents. She didn't.
"Vance, I wanted your opinion on somethings. From what I have heard and seen from you. You seem like you have a strong grasp on your ideals and goals. May you turn to a blank page in your notebook and had it to me?"
"Uhh...Sure I guess. I am getting free after all." Its probably just some stupid questioner that I needed fill out.
I past her my notebook and she got straight into writing. Then our food came. She ordered a basic salad and I was pleasantly surprised with a burger and fries. The cold air and the smell of food brought me back to a home that I missed and didn't at the same time.
"And done. Please answer them honestly its important. You can wait till your finish your food."
She looked me in my eyes when saying this and it gave me pause. What are these questions about to have such tension in the air for? I was munching on a french fry as I reached for my notebook and flipped it over to read the questions.
"1. Why are you such a compulsive lier?..."
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Seaonal Dreams
Teen FictionA boy moves to japan with his mother. His mother is enjoying herself fully. While her son with his notebook of thoughts. He does not hate it there doesn't love it either. Till he finds his love for the season and his hate for himself.
