So, they talked. I may have put in a little input here and there, but they were focused mainly on each other. They talked for about an hour. Thank heavens there was no assigned seating at Denny's, but I was getting hungry. I didn't want to listen to them anymore. The time I was supposed to spend getting to know Sky was stolen from me.
She asked him about his hobbies, his favorite color, some of his family life. She discussed the divorce, and she almost mentioned my suicide attempt, but I got her to shut up with a glare before she could say anything about it. It wasn't a time I was particularly proud of myself for. I had a very weak moment in high school where depression bitch slapped me across the face. I was ready to die, but I didn't go through with it, not until my mom came back home from her business trip. I assumed she would focus on herself, then I could take care of myself. Yet she stopped me before I could do anything, and Johnathon entered our lives again.
I took antidepressants since then, feeling much better about myself and focused my everything into my poems and short stories, and as of now, my project for Dakota. I found ways to make me happy, and I grew as an individual. My mom stopping me was the best thing to ever happen to me. Johnathon was there for me, she was there for me. I never would have been able to achieve my dream if it weren't for my mom. It was another reason why I settled for her, because she put her life on hold to make sure I was okay. In a sense, I felt as though I owed her.
However, I was growing tired of the talking and was ready to go and eat. I was starving. I was about to bring it up when my mom actually said something worth listening to. "What caused you to become attracted to my daughter?" Now that I had to hear the answer to.
"Now, I've always had my eye on your daughter. I find her to be a beautiful individual," he stated.
"She is quite attractive," mom agreed.
"No, not in the physical sense, though it is true," he added as he glanced back at me. "It's her personality. She has this aura about her that drew me in. I wanted to get to know her better, but I could never figure out the right moment to. But day after day I would see her in class, and each time I knew my face was lighting up.
"But it was around, I want to say over a week ago that I decided to take a chance. Spencer stood up in front of all the class and told them about her short stories and poems, and I want to read the one you mentioned in class, and...I don't know. She put herself out there, made herself vulnerable to the class and let us see a side to her I don't think a lot of people realize she kept hidden. It was that vulnerability and risk taking that I admired, so I took a chance to get closer to her, and I'm really glad it did." He turned around in his chair to smile at me. "I'm really glad we got to meet each other."
"Me too," I smiled back. He had no idea. He was sweet and touching with his words. I felt actually wanted and accepted and loved in his presence. It was a feeling I didn't take kindly to in my life, but from him...I don't know, it was special. And I knew Hans would be feeling the same way about Giselle in an upcoming chapter.
Slapping his hands on his knees, Sky stood up and outstretched his hand to me. "We should get going."
"Sounds like a plan," I agreed as I allowed him to help me up.
"Alright, you two have fun," mom said as she ushered us out of the door. "Stay safe and have fun," she whispered to me before shutting the door in my face.
Sky chuckled under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair. "Your mom is nice," he mentioned.
"Yeah, I think so too," I agreed as I followed him to his car. "So, how has your day been?"
"It's been going well. Had to work a little this morning, but you gotta do what you gotta do to pay for school, right?" he said.
"Pay for life," I grumbled. "Everything is so expensive nowadays, and like no one pays anyone enough anymore. Once I graduate, I may need to take up two jobs."
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Chasing ZeroGeneral Fiction
Life is full of positive and negative numbers. Everyone in a negative is striving for a positive number, and those in the positives fight hard to stay up there. Sometimes it prompts them to fall down into the negatives. But there is one number every...