I couldn't find Marco on Friday. It had been three days since the cuss-me-out-and-hurt-my-feelings episode, and I thought that he might have cooled off, but obviously I was mistaken. I found Drystan, and I gave him a ride to his house. On the way there, he brought up Marco.
"Yep?" I flicked the turn signal on and we stopped at a stoplight. I must say that I wasn't paying too much attention to my passenger, as I was a little preoccupied.
"Don't judge Marco too harshly. He's going through a lot right now."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Normally I wouldn't have responded to my friend that way, but if you hadn't noticed, now wasn't normal. My best friend was cussing me out, I was getting feeling for my new friend, and to cap it all off, that time of month was about to hit. Exactly what I needed. To my shame, I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. I stepped on the gas and spun the wheel quickly when the light changed, hoping to get Drystan home before I completely lost it.
"Lupa… you're about to cry." Damn him and his sharp eyesight.
"No, I'm not." And there's me and my quick, witty comebacks.
"Hey, pull over."
"Uh, come again? My car, not yours? Yes?"
"Yeah, but you're going to cry and I've always wanted to drive one of these things. So over and out."
Luckily, I was almost to his house and staved him off with my sharp and cutting (not) comebacks until I pulled up in front of his house. I told him I see him later and, using my handy open-door-on-other-side switch, I flicked his door open for him. Aren't I considerate? He paused for a minute, and then told me that he'd call me later. I nodded, not really trusting my voice anymore. He shut the door, hesitated again, then walked up to his door. I sped away to my own house on the other side of the city, parked my DeLorean, and hurried inside. Surprisingly, my darling brother was home. He was lounging in front of the TV on the couch, munching on some potato chips. He threw a glance at me.
"Aww, is poor Del all alone on a Friday night? Your threesome not working out?" Ooh, God, I hated him.
"Shut up, Sparky." I snapped at him.
"Don't call me that, Sedona!"
"God, you're such a little kid. Now, leave me alone and don't bother me."
"But I don't want to." He switched off the TV. "You're so much fun to annoy."
I closed my eyes and told myself to be patient. I decided to explain a lie to him in terms he'd understand. "Sparky, you know what Mom gets bitchy every month? Well, I'm getting my bitchy for the month. So shut up and leave me alone."
His eyes widened a little. His mouth formed a little 'o' of comprehension, and he turned back to the blank TV screen. I nodded and left. Hopefully, he'd stay out of my way fro the rest of the night. I wasn't counting on it, though. He was actually having a friend come over, so I was slowly bracing myself for that. I was in for hell tonight. And I didn't have either one of my boys… the tears flowed over, racing down my cheeks in streams. I hurried up the stairs to my room, threw myself onto my bed, grabbed my blanket and cried.
My cell phone ringing interrupted my flow of sobbing. It was Drystan. I flicked it open and said hello in a somewhat steady voice.
"Lupa, I'm coming over to your house. Be there in five minutes." That was unexpected. "I'm already in my car so don't even bother to try and turn me around."
"Right." I said, and snapped the phone shut. There were actions I could take to prevent him from entering my room. Well, not entering my room, but not finding me. It was raining, but I didn't care as I opened my window and climbed into the branches of the old oak tree in our backyard. I shut my window behind me and climbed out of sight of the window. Let him try and find me now.
Yes, I was acting very immature, and I had just been talking to my brother about being immature, but hell, it had been so very long since I had enjoyed a rainstorm from the shelter of a tree. So I sat there.
I heard a car pull up, and I heard my dearest brother opening the door. From my position, I could see Drystan in my window but I knew that even if he looked out the window, he couldn't see me. It was a comforting feeling. I saw him call someone, and then pick up my cell phone off the floor, so I knew that he had called me. I watched as he ran a hand through his hair then disappear. I saw his car drive away down the street, and I felt an odd sense of satisfaction as it turned the corner, me still undetected.
I remained in the oak tree for a while, thinking about life. It seemed strange, but I really did think about life and all that it had to offer me. I thought about how Marco, Drystan and myself were all so different. I thought about my anger at Marco—how dare he shun me like that! but then I thought about what he might or might not be going through.
We were friends, and friends stuck together, I mused as I climbed back inside my room via window that conveniently never locked. I thought that if Marco had come looking for me, he'd of found me. He knew about my fascination with rainstorms, and how I would climb out of my window into my tree to watch them, and also just to escape.
I knew then how much I truly missed him. For the first time in a long time, we hadn't bought a book, we hadn't gone to Keligans for dinner, I hadn't baked any sweet thing to eat, and I wouldn't watch a movie tonight. I wouldn't fall asleep feeling happy and secure. I wasn't secure, and I didn't know when I'd be again.
I then wished I hadn't hidden from Drystan, but then I thought that I wanted to be alone. And I did want to be alone. I missed them both, but I really missed Marco. He was my friend I thought I could always count on, and, as I curled up under my blanket on the couch, crying softly and getting the couch wet with the rainwater from my clothes, I missed him more than ever. I wanted desperately to call him, but knew that he wouldn't answer. I needed him, and I was despising myself for growing so attached to a boy. I felt like something out of a drama for teens, only I didn't love Marco. He was my older brother, and I missed him so much.
Hi. I have way too much time on my hands, that's why I got this up faster.
For all of you who think that Marco is jealous of Drystan--I promise that he is not. If anything, it's the other way around. But not for long... ANYWAY--I am basing this on one of my friends and I, which I only just realised the other day. So... yeah. But sadly, there is no real-life Drystan. Damn.
I would respond to ya'lls lovely reviews, but I shall only have enough time to finish my homework and start on the next chapter as it is. So yeah. Wow, that was a quick turn around from above.