Twelve

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Driving home was anything but silent. We blasted the car radio and sang along loudly, completely out of tune. It was some of the most fun I ever had with another person. I was at a One. That never happens. I was actually happy and content at Sky's side. He was an incredible man. Somehow it felt odd that he chose to go on a date with me, but I didn't care. I liked this person a lot. He was someone I wanted to keep in my life for a long time.

When he finally pulled up in front of my house, he turned off his car and sat still. I didn't make an effort to leave. I wasn't ready to leave yet. I wanted to stay with him a little longer. There was this energy about him, something that drew people in. It was no wonder he was such a catch in Acting I. How could anyone not want to surround themselves with such a charming man?

"Look, Spencer," he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was nervous, the words mumbling through his lips. He needed comfort, and I placed my hand over his. He interlocked our fingers. "About what I said at dinner-"

"What is your favorite color?" I questioned.

"Spencer," he groaned.

"I'm serious, you never answered my question," I stated. Patting his hand, I smiled. "Honestly, a part of me is wondering if you are even telling the truth."

"Why would I lie to you?"

"I don't know. I know you have nothing to gain from it, but the person I'm sitting next to seems nothing like the person you claimed to be in high school. I can't draw a correlation at all, so I have the right to be cautious." He stared down at his lap, and I tightened my hold on his hand. "But that doesn't mean I don't believe you. Whatever man you were before, you have certainly grown away from it. You are a changed man. I don't see the man from before, only this beautiful soul sitting next to me."

I think I pushed him over the edge. A part of me wondered if anyone ever had the courage to say something like that to him. Then again, it wasn't like he told many people about that part of him. For all I knew, I could have been the only person he told his story too. And without any consolidation that he was a changed man, the doubt began to fester, causing him to believe he was still the same person from before. But I didn't see a druggie in front of me. I saw a man who had his life together and was trying to keep it that way.

It was no wonder I wound up cradling his head as he clung onto me, crying his eyes out as we awkwardly leaned over the counsel. I didn't want to let him go. Having him hold onto me, it felt like the personification of what I wanted my readers to feel when they read my books. To hold onto each word, crying as they realize there is someone in writing who represents how they feel. I wanted all of my readers to feel that way, as though they had someone to lean on and someone who would be there through every step of their own personal journey. I poured my heart and soul into each of my writings, a part of me always lingering around with them so they would never travel the world alone. And I didn't want for Sky to be alone anymore.

It took a little bit, but Sky soon calmed down. He wiped his eyes with his fists and sniffled. "Sorry. That was a lame way to end the evening."

"Not in the slightest," I assured. "I want to be someone you can be emotional with, someone you can spill your concerns and worries to. I want to be someone you can come to with any issues you may have."

"Really?" he softly asked.

"Absolutely," I stated.

"No matter what happens between us, even if we wind up breaking up or something, I still want to be friends. No matter what happens between us, I want to be friends."

"Well, that's good. You're stuck with me for a long time now," I stated. The man sitting beside me became one of the most important people in my life. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him. His friendship was something that was going to be in my life for a long time. I may have known him for a short amount of time, but he was stuck with me, and I was stuck with him. He was one of my newest best friends.

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