Chapter 2.
The lights flew by my window. It was raining. I was in a car with Sam driving. We were on our way to Matt's house, he was the party organizer. He is an old friend of Sam's. She liked telling me stories from their childhood. How they played in the mud. How she stole her first kiss from him. How they threw water balloons at their neighbors. Those stories always seemed to cheer me up. But strangely Sam was silent during the trip. I was really hoping she would start jabbering nonsense, like always. But not this time. Apparently she thought that leaving me with my thoughts would be best for now. But she was very wrong. The last thing I wanted, was to think. Annoying images started popping into my head. Annoying memories and scenes. His face. His thick eyebrows and a straight nose. His blue eyes and brown, slightly curvy hair. I remembered everything, every single detail of his face. The stubby beard and a scar behind his jaw. The dark blue shirt I loved so much...
- Why aren't you talking? - I turned to Sam.
- What? Mm.. Should I be talking? - Sam seemed caught by surprise.
- Yes. You always talk. Tell me something.
- Like what?..
- Anything. Just don't be silent. It drives me crazy. It seems like you're mad at me or something.
- Maybe I am mad at you.. - she looked at me seriously.
- What? Why? - now I was the one surprised.
- You are always silent. You never tell me anything. Like what happened with that Thomas guy.
Thomas... Why did she had to say his name now?
- ... or what happened to you? You stopped eating. You never go out. You barely shower also. Your flat is a mess. Everyone is worried about you...
- Everyone? Who?! You and my mom? That is far from everyone.
- You know that's not true. Jenna is worried about you too.
- I haven't seen on heard from her for three weeks.
Sam stayed silent.
- You just don't get it... Don't bother.
- I'm sorry, but I will bother. You are my best friend and I will never bail out on you. I wan't to get you. But you won't let me. You never tell me anything. Please, talk to me. We don't need to go to that party if you don't want to...
- No... It's okay, I want to go.
- But I still want to talk to you about this.
- Okay... We'll talk. But after the party.
- Fine, then let's get going! - Sam shouted as she pushed the accelerator deeper down, seemingly happier.
 pinkloo · Mon Jul 23, 2012 @ 12:50am · 0 Comments |
