Sunflowers and Lillies

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Something I had learned to get used to was the weekends.

It wasn't always like this. The weekends used to be fun, something I would look forward to. I would go out with her, with my parents, and we would stay out the whole day doing random stuff. Sometimes we would go bowling, to dinner, a park. Just random things that were made funner with the people I loved.

But my weekends were quiet now. Echoing. The same thing every week unless Lilah and Alex manage to drag me out with some nonsensical emergency.

Saturday's and Sunday's were bittersweet to me. I liked the fact I had no one, to see, to talk to. But then I also hated it.

I would normally visit Uncle Bobs when the mixed feelings set in. But the ride there just felt too long on this particular day.

So instead I sat on my couch, wrapped up in a blanket and staring at the black TV screen in front of me.

A mug of tea had been placed on the table. It had gone cold now. I'd been sitting here for four hours.

It hadn't felt like four hours though. Not as certain events and memories kept hitting replay in my mind. It was a kind of dissociation that I would do anything to stop.

"Ready!" We were on top of a hill, our hands clutching our bikes as we stared downhill. Her green eyes met the both of us for a second, excited and fueled with adrenaline, as she looked for confirmation.

"Not really!" Brandon squeaked out and had to amplify his voice a bit due to the unorthodox wind whips.

I got on my bike, grinning. "First one down is a rotten egg!" I yelled and she passed me a Cheshire smile as we both took off, Brandon lagging a second behind us.

The wind whipped through my hair as the bumpy grass of the hill provided for a mean ride. I had to keep my clutch on the handlebars and my feet of the pedal as I tried to maneuver down without getting potentially squashed. There was small Adrenaline that kicked inside me as her bike drove in front of mine, effectively almost cutting me off.

A laugh flew out from inside me and I waved away all safety measures as I placed my feet on the pedals and moved them round and round to get going faster.

I could vaguely hear Brandon screaming murder and then his bike, going every which way, passed me and hers. He skidded onto the street and promptly fell off his bike, backward

Well ... that took a turn.

We both landed on the street pavement with heaving breathes and took one glance at the almost passed-out state of Brandon before breaking out into a laughing fit.

"I see lights," his voice was dazed as he groaned from the small hit. I got off my bike and threw it on the ground, her doing the same. Before we went to help Brandon.

"Well," she said as she reached for his arm. I reached for the other. "At least it was fun wasn't it? Next time, just hold on tighter."

"There is no next time," he ground out as he winced in pain. A small limp formed into his left leg.

I rolled my eyes, "you're being dramatic. The wind was nice."

"There are other ways you can get wind in your hair!" He exclaimed. "Less dangerous ways! Like running."

She shrugged on the other side of him, "you'd fuck that up too."

A loud fit of laughter left me and Brandon scowled at the jab.

The doorbell rang.

I frowned and slowly slipped the blanket off me. It wasn't Alex or Delilah; they both had family events this weekend. And it couldn't have been Uncle Bob, he was put on bed rest after the hospital let him out.