Let's Pretend My Tears Are Raindrops

Chapter 25--Let's Pretend My Tears Are Raindrops

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Chapter 25

     In my peripheral vision I saw Derek's jaw drop. I'd known that I shouldn't have told him what I'd been thinking. There was an icy silence that was so tempting to break that I had to. I needed to know something.

     "Can you tell me something honestly?" I asked.

     "I guess so." He whispered.

     "What are you thinking?" I reversed his question.

     "Sam..." I knew I shouldn't have asked. In all honesty I'd probably just scared off my own best friend. Could I even live without Derek after all the secrets we'd shared?

     No.

     "Do I really have to answer that?"

     Outside it was snowing so I could barely hear him over the squeaky windshield wipers.

     "If you don't want to I won't be angry." I murmured, not sure what to feel.

     "I'm sorry." Looking in the rear-view I saw mixed emotions flash across his dark brown eyes: sadness, then regret, then wonder, followed by frustration. "I just can't." He was almost inaudible.

     "It's alright."

     Minutes passed and miles flew by. The icy silence faded into a more comfortable silence while I listened to the snowy slush whip against the tires. I was amazed at Derek's winter driving skills. He didn't even skid or swerve one bit and in a way I was actually impressed.

     The next thing I knew we were in the driveway of an adorable little steakhouse in a city called Munising. When I stepped out of the vehicle a gusty wind nipped my face. I used Derek as a wind-block, leaning my head against his shoulder. Derek had no immediate reaction, but for whatever reason he stopped there in the parking lot before entering the large brick structure of a building.

     Inside it was actually a little less hick-ish than I'd expected. There was a bar in the front, but I'd noticed that most restaurants in Michigan, or at least the upper peninsula, were like that: a Hodge-podge of Happy Hour. Most of the customers tended to be snowmobilers from other states who were trying to decide which bar offered the best cocktail.

      "Can I help you?" an old lady directed her attention towards me. I wasn't sure what to say so I glanced up at Derek who was staring at the wall.

     "Um..." I said, winging it. "A table for...two." I gulped at the sound of my own words.

     'Oh Brandon,' I thought, 'How pissed off are you right now?'