I didn't realize I was walking through my neighborhood until I felt a raindrop on my shoulder. I snapped back to reality, the usual blue sky's and white clouds are dark and sinful . The rain started pouring in, I don't know exactly what I was wanting to do, but I'm assured the rain has put a minor flaw to the plans. I walked my way back home, a simple two story house.
I walked through the door and was greeted by the empty house. The floorboards creaked under my feet and the shutters shook due to the wind coming through the windows.
I walked up the stairs to my room and I sat down on my bed, listening to the rain hitting the ground violently. I almost fell asleep until I felt a buzz in my pocket.
Logan: Are you here yet? The rain is coming down pretty hard.
I was supposed to be at Bethany's house. Today was movie day, when all of my friends gathered around to complain about which movies to watch.
I had an urge to reply, but I simply left him on read. The night won't be much different without me anyway, just one less pointless opinion.
I woke up suddenly to the sound of a thud outside my window. I looked at the time , 2:30 am. I looked out my window to see Logan half caught on a branch. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't want him to feel slighted by his awful attempts. He worked his way up until he was resting on my windowsill. He got off the window sill and started to sit on my bed. "I'm sorry if I interrupted your sleep, Tyler." He said with a slight bit of sadness in his voice, " I couldn't stand another night in that house. I couldn't stand being beat over something I have no control over." I knew exactly what he meant. His mother and father were severe alcoholics, and when they got angry about any sort of problem, they took it out on Logan. When I first met Logan, I could never tell that at home he was physically and mentally abused. He's always dressed nicely and never seemed to remove a smile from his face. After a couple of months, I got to know him better. We were sitting outside of the arcade when he broke down crying when I suggested he call his parents to take him home. We were both 11 then. Now, we are 17 years old, graduating high school in a couple of months.
I just simply nodded my head and walked over to my dresser to pull out some clean clothes for him. I'm supposing that after movie night he went home, thinking that he had got home before his parents. For such a small town, Logan's family was rich. In public, they'd all be one happy family. Hardly no one knows them behind closed doors.
I pulled out a sleeping bag for Logan. He silently climbed in and bided me goodnight.
When I awoke again, it was 6 am. I woke up and started to get ready for school. Logan didn't wake up. I don't blame him either, he deserves the rest he can get today.
I made my way downstairs, not bothering for a breakfast.
From my house I walk to school. Considering I don't do sports, it's probably the only way I stay in shape.
I made it to the entrance to see a smiling Bethany staring at me, I smiled at her too.
Bethany and I basically grew up together. I see more than the bald head and blue eyes. I see the girl who would do anything to make anyone smile. She greeted me with a huge hug. I could tell by the tears in her eyes that she must have good news.
" My chemo results came back alright. I might be clear in a few months!" She said softly. I simply smiled and we walked to the art room.
My group of friends are considered the scraps of the cliques that had to many people. Daniela and Darren are the twins, the blue green eyes and red hair have separated them from the crowd. Xavier is a "rebel". Sometimes he's with us , sometimes he's not. We "hurt his reputation with the rebel gang" , but when he isn't with them, he's with us.
The room smelt heavily of cheap cologne and expired paint materials. We've adopted this place as our 'hang out' since the classroom was left abandoned. Xavier stole the keys from the janitor so we didn't have to sit by the water fountains.
As Bethany went to talk to the others, I went to where me and Logan always sit. We study here together all of the time. And by study I mean talking about anything. I sit in the desk and pull out my laptop, starting to type away without thinking. It's awful weird to be here without Logan.
It felt like a blink of an eye that my day went by. I bid everyone goodbye and started making my way home.
I walked inside to an empty house, again. Logan must have left. I crept upstairs and went into my room. He put his stuff away and left a note that he'd clean my clothes that I lent him whenever he got the chance. I sighed walked over to my bean bag. I slouched until I was in a comfortable position and shot Logan a text.
Me: If you need to spend another night, now is the best time to come over.
I really do enjoy Logan's company. There was something in his smile that made you comfortable. His soft brown hair fit well with his black eyes. The glow of his skin was enough to give you life. I like Logan. The way girls like boys. I've liked him since I was a kid. I had a feeling he liked me too. There was always a strong tension between us. I think we are both to scared to show it.
