Between Two Eternities || Travis Hamonic

(10) Greenlight

"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"

-John Lennon

I tell Matt everything.

I don't have friends to tell anything personal to, except if you count my lab partner for our biology labs. But she doesn't speak much English. I suppose I could talk to her.

But Heidi Su doesn't like me very much. That's what I gather from the glares she sends my way if I wait a minute too long to remove the precipitate from our solution. C'mon Heidi, I don't think a second too late will skew our results too much.

I wish she did like me. Maybe she could help me with my studying. I need it; the 71% on my last research assignment could attest to that.

I would never worry Aunt Molly with my petty problems or insignificant happenings. She has enough to worry about. Between boyfriends and work and taking care of Matt, she's tired. Worrying about me won't help.

Matt usually laughed at me when I confided in him. He didn't believe half the things I said. He can't fathom how a science exam could cause me to stress out so much.

He promises that he cares, and that he doesn't zone out while I tell him about my boring old life. But he does zone out, and I can't blame him. When he stares past me to the TV, I can always tell.

But it works like that. I can just say whatever I want because I know he's not going to tell anyone, and he's never going to think about it ever again. He's got enough things to worry about in that brain of his. The eighth grade is hard, man.

It's like ranting on to a wall. Except Matt is alive.

He doesn't understand and I don't blame him. It's my fault. I shouldn't pour all this stuff onto him. He's young.

Speaking of immaturity ...

"Matt look, that lady doesn't have a shirt on." Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.

"There's another one next to her."
Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.

I huff and look behind me to make sure the two young teenage boys are still following me. Oh New York streets. Toplessness is legal. Oh Matt and your equally as immature friend Andrew.

Let me tell you, taking two young teenage boys to a hockey game ... constant head shaking.

They don't keep up very well. I think to myself how ironic it would be if I lost them. Because it would be like them losing me since there's two of them and one of me.

I've been lost before, but those were the days I would shake with desolation.

They also don't like to hold anything. I have two sweatshirts, two wallets, and three bus tickets in my pockets and hands. I'm clumsy enough. Adding more things is just putting even more pressure on my legs to perform.

From the bus stop to Barclays Center is only a few blocks, but it's taking us a hell of a long time to get there. I chew on my lip impatiently, because all I want to do is get to the game early enough to see the before-game action. Travis always winks at me during that time.

When we do finally enter with the tickets left for us at the box office, the two I feel like I'm babysitting spend all my money on food. Cotton candy, hot dogs, soda, popcorn.

As if Andrew needs me to buy him food; his family is rich. Matt always comes back from his house with a stomach full of steak and hair dripping wet from their inground pool.