Thunder.
I don't like it, simple as that.
It dares to interrupt the short visits I have with the past.
However, I guess it does warn of welcoming storm. How nice of nature to send a little get-out-of-the-way card...
"This way," a waitress states with a menu in her hand. I weave through the restaurant until she and I end up at a small table beside the kitchen entrance and exit.
The place is quite amazing. The floor is transparent so you can see the dirt, animal tracks, and flowing rivers beneath it. The tables, chairs, window sills, napkin container, and doors are mass out of carved wood. Not to mention the greenery everywhere.
Quickly, I sit down and she passes me a menu. "A waiter will be with you shortly. Thanks for dining with us!" Then she scurries off to attend to other customers.
Poor thing.
I've never been a waitress myself, and probably never will. All of the different types of people I'd encounter would drive me crazy; it requires talking as well.
Something I'm definitely not up to.
Elliott said I could do anything I wanted. He'd always support me...
My hand is stinging with guilt and it's killing me. Should I have slapped him? Should I have not? The guilt tells me I shouldn't have but my brain racks my thoughts for the logic and comes back with support for my actions.
Ugh!
What if-
"Hey! Day Dreamer!"
In a cold, hard glare, my eyes snap up.
Can't anyone see that I'm trying to have a deep discussion with myself-
Oh.
Oh.
Slowly, my furrowed eyebrows release without my doing and I find myself being pulled towards the being before me. He's a magnet and I'm metal, if you will.
As the confused creases of his forehead soften as well, something hits me in the heart making me gasp for breath.
And then the impossible happens.
If whatever attacked me is a wind up key, it reaches the target of the end of my heart and starts rotating. My breaths become shallow as the gears of my broken emotions turn and twist, making something beside the edge of my heart move too.
Then, I feel unfamiliar gears start to churn. Gears that haven't been churned in eons.
I find the pace of the moving gears increase the longer I stare into the boy's twinkling brown ones.
And bam.
A wave of alien emotions flood over me, drowning me in their powerful ways.
He blinks. I blink. He blinks. I blink.
Are those specs of gold?
How extraordinary!
"Uh, ah... Hi. Um... I'll be your waiter this evening uh the specials today are clam chowder, clam alfredo, Goodness your gorgeous- Oh! I mean, Goodness you have to try our gorgeous water! Ha Ha... Ah... I'll go get you some erm... be back, Day Dreamer! Oh Wait? Can I call you that? No I can't... erm... you know what? I'll just um... I'll just get the water." He sighs before scurrying off.
There goes that key again.
Did he call me gorgeous? He couldn't of... but he did...
"Here!" He slams the cup down on the table and it slashes on my face. Oh joy.
