eh, not too sure about this. Tell me what you think. &+ is it obvious I haven't named them yet? lol.

“What is it?” I asked, although it was obvious what it was. I examined the bottle curiously, as it rotated lamely in my hands. As regular as it could be, it was an ordinary old-fashioned root beer bottle with its brown glass and slight crack in the side of it.

I stopped turning the bottle in circles and tilted my head up at him. Pacing my room annoyingly, he looked back at me and gave me a look that clearly said, “Are you stupid?”

“It’s a bottle that I found while I was in one of those old antique shops downtown.” He vaguely explained, still not answering my question directly.

“Yeah, okay, but what is it? Why did you come all the way to my house to show me this?” I said needing to know the great importance of the bottle.

“No, wait. Better yet, why did you even bother buying this? It is just an empty root beer bottle that’s probably the home of millions of germs.” I sat the bottle down on my bed as that last thought registered into my mind.

He did not answer right away, instead he sat down on my bed next to me and picked up the bottle and stared at it in his hands as if it was going to speak to him. I looked at him and noticed something I had never seen before. The look he had was so serious, so intense that I had to know what was so captivating about an old rusty bottle.

“Hey.” I spoke clearly to get his attention.

His eyes reluctantly dragged away from it and looked me dead in the face instead. “You don’t see it do you?”

This was getting weird. Ever since we were little he always had the fancy for little trinkets and doodads and he always showed me them. I never really cared for his garbage but I listened to him as he explained their history and story. That’s just how he was, but this time was just…different.

“See what?” I asked with a little annoyance in my voice.

He held up the bottle and put it close to my face. Startled by his forceful thrust of the bottle towards my face I flinched and growled at him. I looked in inside of it nonetheless and saw nothing. The bottle was empty and I told him so myself.

He just shook his head and disappointment and said, “I see it.”

“Oh my gosh, just tell me what you see and then maybe I’ll see it.” He was being difficult and I wanted him to get on with it. “Just spit it out already” I wanted to say.

Not putting the bottle back down he got up off my bed and stood carelessly near my closet and shut his eyes.

“In the store,” He began to explain. I propped myself up on my elbow and listened; “I was just looking around when I saw the bottle laying under a whole bunch of junk. I picked it up and there was something about it that was amazingly unique.”

The words he spoke were not registering into my head and I cut my eyes at him. “What’s so ‘amazingly unique’ about it?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow while asking.

Hurriedly walking towards me, he handed me the bottle again and I just looked at it as it sat in my hands. Urging me to look carefully he shook my hands and said, “Look, notice anything weird?”

“Uhh, no.” I said. I honestly didn’t see anything out of the ordinary about the bottle but obviously he did because when I said no he took it back from my hands and brought it up to my eyes.

“It looks like an old root beer or beer bottle right?” He questioned.

“Yeah?” I agreed.

“Exactly, but when you really notice you will see what I’m talking about! The metal cap is still securely tight on the top of the bottle. It’s never been opened.” He exclaimed excitedly.

I looked at it again and then finally noticed. He was right. The metal cap was still on it, but I still wasn’t getting what was so important about it.

“What’s your point?” I said, looking at him. He rolled his eyes at me and did one of those dramatic sighs.

“The bottle is empty, stupid.” He laughed, “That’s what so weird. It’s obviously never been opened because the metal cap is tightly secured on top. So, if there was never any root beer in it, what’s inside?”

Boom. I got it, but he was sounding crazy. If there was not any root beer in it, there is obviously nothing in it but air.

“I’m guessing there’s nothing inside.” I said, disappointed in his not so exciting story.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He countered fiercely. “There is something inside.”

“Then what’s inside of it? Dust?” I jeered. He was being ridiculous. The bottle is clearly empty of fluids or objects.

“No, something very precious that should never be let out of the bottle.” He said, a sudden seriousness to his voice. The room grew silent and I listened to him. “It makes sense that I would find it. It was meant to be, but I should never use it. It will ruin everything.” Grasping the bottle tightly in his hand he walked back over to me on my bed and handed me the bottle. I looked inside of it and just stared in confusion.

He brushed the hair away from my ear and his breath tickled the inside of my ear. “Forever.” He whispered.

That totally broke my lala trance he had me in.

“Forever is in this stupid glass bottle?” I asked him. I held up the bottle and look at it with a frustrated expression.

“Yes.” He said calmly.

“You have seriously gone mad.” I accused him and reached for the metal cap, “There’s nothing inside this stupid bottle.”

“No, don’t open it!” He warned, but I didn’t listen . He sounded like an idiot talking about “forever” being in an old glass bottle.

I lifted up the metal cap that was so tightly held onto the bottle.

I totally made a huge mistake.

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