Behind The Glasses

Chapter 12 | Infinite questions.

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"In order to be great, it's not enough to just be right. You have to actually be great."
-Mrs Murray, A wrinkle in time.
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Chapter 12 | Infinite questions.

"And then what happened!," Brie squeals in an exaggerated manner.

Their enthusiasm towards the matter was off the charts. Brie who had been off snogging her boyfriend was keen on learning every single tic bit of what happened that night. I, on the other hand, had the memory engraved in my brain to the point where it hurt.

Reliving, Friday was scarring. I wasn't even the one retelling the story yet I felt myself going through all the emotions I felt that night all over again.

"And then Archer got this far away look in her eyes after Eames shouted out Koala...."

I most definitely was far away.

My brain had been flooding itself with memories of my time with Mimosa. I can't seem to decide on what to call him from that night onward. Back then I didn't even know his name. We'd spent most of our time together going by the nicknames we gave each other. It was easy too. Almost everyone didn't go by their actual name. It was seen as our Wolverine name and it was respected. Everyone had a Wolverine name.

He remembered me and I -out of character- forgot him. Why didn't he just tell me about who he was? The last time I had seen him was through the back window of my Dad's car as we drove away. He had waved at me and I too had done the same with tears streaming down my face. I'd thought we didn't have to move again and made a friend. It seemed like a rational decision seeing as we'd been there for a long time. Longer than our previous homes. His appearance then and now could have been a totally different person. Whilst others were out in the world having a glow up, I was here still looking the same. There's your answer as to why he recognized you and you didn't recognize him, Archer.

"Archer!," Brie semi-shouts attempting to get my attention.

"Mmmmh?," I absentmindedly respond, turning my gaze to her.

"Anything to add?," lifting one of her perfectly trimmed eyebrows in question.

"Nope."

The twins know me enough that they know that I'm currently living in my thoughts. They show their understanding by conversing amongst themselves as I go back to my thoughts.

Picking up my phone, I text Eames.

Archer. H: Can we meet up to talk?

Straight to the point. Something I had learned from him.

I exit the rabbit hole that is my thoughts just in time to catch the conversation that Aubrey and Audrey were having. It's a good thing I did too.

"Doesn't Hunter live next door to Archer?," Brie nods. "So, that's his house right?," she asks, pointing out of my window. Brie nods yet again.

She stands up from the desk chair she recently occupied, followed shortly by Brie, making a beeline for my window.

I silently watch as they gaze out at the neighboring house, slowly putting two and two together.