The Waves of You

Ride to Nowhere

Seriously where did it come from, I mean I expect it from British people, at least the ones I see on a tv screen, but from Anten? That's weird. He just shrugs and walks through. I follow behind him and hear him mutter, 'Just thought it would be more gentlemen of me." I nod my head, smiling like crazy, now that I know he didn't do it on accident.

I sit down on the swing and he does as well. "So, I feel like I've known you forever, but I don't even know the basics so tell me something about yourself?" I ask. Even though it's only been a couple of weeks, I can't seem to remember my life without him. I don't want to remember the life before Anten. "Okay, well for starters my full name is Anten Ridgo Wellum." I snort, and as soon as I do I regret it. I quickly cover my mouth with my hand, "Oh my gosh, you know I don't think your name is funny, I'm not making fun of it I promise." I quickly blurt out not wanting him to shun me.

Instead of getting angry at me, he just laughs, that Anten laughs that can make the world explode. "It's okay, I promise. I'm not exactly the one to go around and blurt my name at the top of my lungs. I mean what were my parents thinking." He shakes his head as he swings back and forth on the creaky swing. "It's not stupid, and it's not funny," I say while trying not to laugh. I have to admit brain, it's hilarious. Like so funny I want to laugh at the top of my lungs, but I know I can't, cause it would hurt Anten's feelings, and I do not want to ever make Anten unhappy. "It's okay, you can laugh. I swear it won't hurt my feelings. I don't care." He smiles and that's all the confrontation I need, cause I begin to laugh as much as my lungs can take. I don't remember exactly when Anten started laughing too, but soon we were both on the muddy ground laughing our asses off. "Okay, okay, what about you? What's your full name?" Anten ask once we both get back on our swings and calm down. "Guess." I tease. Anten signs and I know he's thinking cause he has that thinking face of his own. "Briella Ann Lead?" He guesses. I laugh. "Not even close," I respond. "Okay, well what about Birella May Thomas?" He guesses again. I shake my head no with a smile as wide as the world on my face. I swear he's the only one that has ever made me smile as much as I have these past weeks. "Okay, no more guessing. It's obvious I'm terrible and not getting any closer, so just tell me. Pretty please?" Anten begs to give me his best puppy eyes. "Okay, okay, I fold. It's Briella Winley Marton" I say, giving up on making him guess. Anten was silent for a moment before he looks me in the eyes and says, "It's you. It fits you perfectly." I frown for a moment, thinking. I guess it does.

When you were little, did you ever wish you could change your name? Even for a moment? I always thought if I could change my name, I could change myself, and who I am. Maybe I would be able to change lives and actually make friends. I know now that I would never change my name, cause I wouldn't want to know what life would be like without Anten. So I would never change my name unless it was my last.

"If you want to laugh you can," I say. Anten smiles. "There's nothing to laugh at. Your name is beautiful." Anten speaks softly. Which makes this warm feeling fill my lungs, almost to where I can't breathe, to where I don't want to breathe. I look down at my shoes, there dirty so I probably need to wash them once I get home. "What's your favorite color?" I hear Anten ask and look up to find him still looking at me. I think for a moment. "Blue, like the ocean." Anten nods, approving my answer. "What's yours?" I ask. Anten too thinks for a moment, "Probably pink. Light pink." I nod. "Why do you like pink? I mean there doesn't have to be a reason, if you have one though, then I would like to know. If your willing to tell me of course." Anten looks at me for a moment, then shrugs. "I don't really have a reason." Anten shrugs. I shrug too. It makes sense, most people don't have a reason for most things in their life, but it doesn't mean they don't like it any less. "What about your favorite food?" I ask.