Zeke and Pattie

Chapter Six: Zeke

April 19th, 20xx,

Hey buddy, sorry yet again for taking a while to tell you how the life of Zeke is going.

Things are beginning to look a little less dim for me. Things have been going well.
I'm starting to feel something warm from my numb heart. Was it delight? Relief? Joy? I didn't know.

I haven't felt so god damn free and light like this for a long time. Since the accident. Since...you…

Oh, never mind that. I wanted to tell you about the homecoming dance. And how it went.

To be truthful, it was honestly amazing.
The first thing that took place that night was just spotting a girl in a pretty, and simple green dress. Her back turned away facing the bleachers. Her dark brown hair just flowed down her back in slight curls. I didn't know how but, I just knew it was Pattie Clarence.

Then she moved her head and body around frantically, most likely looking around for me. I melted a little at the thought that she was genuinely on the lookout for me. Wanting and expecting my presence in a happy way.

Pattie then twirled around suddenly and stared right into my direction. However, it looked like she went into some sort of deep thought. Just fading out of the world for a moment.

I walked closer to her direction, softly so I wouldn't startle her like a deer caught in headlights. Plus, I would rather not gain another bruise from the many I've received from her karate chops. And other circumstances.

She had simple makeup on and could see the effort put into her hair. Her hair was a mix and hint of chocolate and caramel colours. Parted to the left. And I could tell that she curled the bottoms of her long flow of hair to empathize the waviness of her hair. Reaching a fair length past her collarbone. And it's really pretty. I never really noticed how extraordinary her locks are.

Or how much I've been paying attention to her. Like Pattie's tanned nose is sprinkled with chocolate freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. There was one freckle that stood out, right in the corner of her left eye, right above the tear duct.

I've begun taking note of the little things like that. Really taking in Pattie as a human. And the little things that make her unique.

Her brown eyes were painted with a dark green shadow. Making her eyes look like a deep, fresh forest floor. The green of her eye makeup matched the forest green dress she wore. One thing I noted about the dress was that the colour stood out to me. Pattie wore all sorts of colours, by today she went with green, out of them all. A dark, mossy green. A shade similar to my own eyes.

Her lips were obviously painted in dark red lipstick. They certainly caught my attention. I had no idea why but, I was suddenly beginning to desire to do something with those lips. With my own.

That thought scared me. I was beginning to get attracted to Pattie. In a way, I deliberately tried to avoid it. I wasn't only attracted to her because of her looks, which she was no doubt beautiful, but her personality.

I didn't like the idea of growing attracted to Pattie. I didn't want to grow too close to her and become caught up in mixed emotions that will be influenced by her sooner or later. Interfering with my future plans I sought out for.

For the meantime, I zoned out of my thoughts, back to focusing on reality.

We just stared at each other, until she finally broke the silence. And basically joked with each other. She threatened to karate chop a very sensitive part of the male body. Sassed me and I just listened to her nice laugh. I never thought Pattie could be so cheeky, and full of life. A lot more full of it than me. Despite clearly going through her own traumas, she still tried to enjoy life. She was so strong. 
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Pattie led way to the top of the bleachers, offering me the corner near the railing so I'm not seated next to a stranger. Or feel anxious. I accepted the offer. Since I was anxious about this scene of people. However, what I didn't expect was Pattie to also display her own discomfort and anxiety about being around a large crowd of people. She scooted away from me, as far as she could to give me more breathing room.