I miss the simple memories.
It was raining the day I met him. The sky was a beautiful, cloudy gray and the sun was no where to be seen. Little blond girls squealed and ran for cover as the downpour began, while a few others and I simply walked on.
I had been eating lunch alone for the past few days; all of my freshman friends were in a different lunch. Yet as I passed by the only darkened part of the school I spotted Ashley. Ashley was one of the few people in this school that talked to me. [We sat next to each other in our third period, Informal Geometry.] She yelled at me and grabbed my hand, dragging a reluctant me into the darkened alcove where two people sat waiting.
I was starting to tune her out as she ran around introducing everyone, when small green eyes caught my attention. Two small little eyes held so much emotion that I had to quickly look away. I saw rage, hurt, unshed tears, and a little spark of happiness. It reminded me too much of myself.
Ashley was still rambling on at this point and I still felt angry at her for dragging me into this situation, no matter who was in it. Truthfully I don't know if this happened or if it is my memories swaying to my imagination, but I do seem to remember the first thing he ever said to me.
Ashley had began eating at that time and I was debating leaving or hitting her. I had started at him telling me to calm down. Not really understanding how he knew what I was feeling.
When lunch ended, I bolted. Desperate for the boring solitude that was my French class room. I could feel eyes on me, but at the time, I didn't really care enough to turn around.
Over the next few weeks I would occasionally eat lunch with them, somewhat glad to have the company. Yet I had a system, if Ashley wasn't there, then I would not intrude. Back then I had the feeling that I was always a bother and would only be welcome around those I really knew.
Eventually I got tired of wandering around on the days that Ashley was not there, which turned out to be more often than not, and simply started sitting there at lunch.
It took a while, for me to get comfortable enough with him; a while for me to start acting like myself. Truthfully I think the real beginning was when he himself, finally let me inside his head.
It was a Thursday, that much I remember. We were all at lunch; Luis and I were in line getting food while he was waiting for us. I don't necessarily remember what happened, I just know that we got back to the wall and he was punching a wall. For the rest of lunch he refused to talk to anyone. I tried to cheer him up but he just refused to let anyone in.
After lunch was over he went off to class and I went off to French. It was the one class I hated more than history so I made an excuse to get out of it and get my French book. On my way back I noticed a form sitting in the halls. Backing up I noticed that it was Alex, sitting hunched over. Walking down the hall I saw that he had been crying.
"Hey, what is wrong?"
"I called my mom from my class and asked if she could get my phone, but she can't get off in time. And they won't give me my phone back. I didn't want the class to see me crying so I came to see Mr. E but he isn't here."
He gestured to the dark office. I kneeled down beside him and put my hand on his knee gently. The rest of tat short time has faded from my mind, but the most important part never will.
He had finally stopped crying and had started laughing. I wanted to hear it again but he quickly sobered by a simple question.
"Aren't you supposed to be in French?"
"I can skip it."
He shook his head and chuckled, "Don't get in the habit of that now. Come on."
We stood up, me trying to be graceful but only succeeding in looking like a dork. Still he smiled and walked me down the hall. The trip was short and quiet and as we got to the door I tried to slow down. He smiled at me and pointed to the door.
"I'll see you after class chick."
I smiled and opened the door, going in with the knowing look that my teacher gave me.
She was too perceptive, but let me off easy when it came to him
I remember the day I first hugged him, I had refused for a while because of the feelings I had. He had squealed, though he'll never admit it, and jumped up and down. For a while it was amusing to see him react that way, but eventually it got to the point that he didn't.
I remember the day he took me to Disney land. As a kid I had never been and it was one of the best times I could remember. He had blown off Ashley for me and we got in for free, thanks to his aunt.
We went on a couple of rides and walked 'Around the World'. We went on a ride that looked like a big golf ball. In it we had to tell them where we lived and other things. He accidently pressed a wrong button and we apparently we living in Puerto Rico. Soon we came to the Haunted Mansion and I found and some excuse to be close to him
he let me. We got off and I saw a Nightmare Before Christmas [my favorite movie] stand and ran to it.
That is where I messed up with his mother. Being the kleptomaniac that I am, I stole from the stand and she found out. From then on she never did like me much
At about 10pm we went back to his house and I got to see his room. I still laugh about the fact that he slept on a Futon mat on the floor. I felt more awkward in his room than anywhere else, so I picked to sit on the cold tile and watch TV. Needless to say it wasn't comfortable. I stayed up until about 6am
then he woke up to see me sleeping [or trying to] and forced [not really] me to sleep on the mat while he slept on the floor.
That night I slept better than I ever had before. The next morning was filled with reluctant goodbyes as my phone went off at 8am. Though now I am wondering if I was the only one who was reluctant