avery and harry be like
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I stopped by the diner to chat things up with Harry. I ended up helping with his shift, I scrubbed down some tables, cleaned up a coffee spill, and Harry even let me crack some eggs onto the skillet, we all know how exciting that can be. After a couple hours of fooling around and actually being quite productive, I was tired out. Which brings us to right now, nine o' clock sharp. I had a class tomorrow early in the morning so I had to be out the door soon.
As far as Dylan goes, I'm trying my best. That's all I can say. I still had the same feelings for him, they were just the teeniest bit faded. Not much of a difference, but I tried my best to get him out of my mind. I'm so desperate to get him away from my conscience, that yesterday I vowed to draw a dot on my palm whenever he came to my head. A blue dot if it was a positive thought about him and a red one if the thoughts were negative. The fewer blue dots, the better. I ended up drawing all the way up to my wrist in dots, and the worst part- mostly blue ones.
When Harry asked me what it was I just told him I was bored in class, I couldn't tell him the truth. I would feel too bad. I would feel bad for Harry, but also for myself. As I always say, I'm pathetic.
I walked here earlier from Jackie's place which was a thirty-minute walk. I wanted some fresh air at the time, but now there was no way I was going to spend another thirty minutes walking in the dark all alone.
"Hey, Harry, could I have a ride home?" I asked as he gathered his stuff to end his shift.
He nodded and I threw on my jacket, following him outside. We slipped into his truck, I gave him Jackie's address, and we were off.
About five minutes later, Harry shook his head and groaned to himself. "My gas is empty," He complained, pulling over and parking in front of a boutique.
"The closest Mobil is like ten minutes away. We're going to have to walk," He explained.
"Fuck, I have class tomorrow," I cursed.
Harry opened his car door and turned to me. "Come on, we better get a head start."
I sighed before getting out of the car, shutting the door behind me.
"How long of a walk do you think it'll be?" I groaned as Harry made his way over to me and we started our walk together.
"Twenty minutes there and twenty minutes back," He shook his head, obviously just as frustrated with this situation as I am. I had class tomorrow, I needed to go to bed soon.
We walked in silence for a little bit, minding our own business. Somewhere along thinking about tomorrow and all the classes I had set aside, I realized that in two days, Harry and I were going on a date. I had no idea what it might be like. I guess I expected it to be a bit more low-key, but I have no idea how to prepare for it. What do I wear?
I remember when Dylan and I went on our first dates. I would pamper myself for hours before the date and when it rolled around all I ate was a salad, to try and impress him or something, I don't know. After the first couple weeks of our relationship, I gave that up and started eating like a pig. I was so excited to go on dates with him, he had to be the hottest guy at school. Before Dylan, I had two other boyfriends, but none of those relationships lasted more than a month or two and I never did anything with them except for kissing and foreplay. Dylan was my first, I lost my virginity to him in the middle of senior year. All of my friends thought that I lost it so late, but I think it was perfect. I can't imagine losing it to anybody else or losing it any earlier.
Thinking about Dylan this much made me upset that he was gone, I found myself almost on the verge of tears, I blinked the tears away before Harry could see. God, I thought I made some progress. I always find myself reflecting on my relationship with Dylan and I'm just taking a step backward.
"What are you thinking about?" I heard Harry ask. I looked over at him, his eyes were on the sidewalk in front of us. Did he just see me almost cry? I don't think he could've, it's too dark.
"Friday," I smiled. I didn't want to lie, but I couldn't admit to thinking about Dylan. Especially when we have that date coming up. I really like Harry and I want him to have a good time, if he spends that date worrying about me I'm going to feel so bad for him. "I don't know what to wear or anything."
I looked up at him, he was scratching his chin almost in thought. "I want it to be a surprise. I'll text you details the day of. How's that?"
I shrugged. "What time, though?"
"6 pm?"
"Sure," I nodded as we made our way to the gas station. About five minutes had passed in the time I was thinking about Harry.
"What is Harvard like?" Harry asked out of the blue. He never really asked about school.
"It's really nice. The campus is beautiful, it can be a bit intimidating at first, but overall people are nice. I met my friend Jackie at the orientation and ever since we've been super close. I'm living with her for now."
"Do you not have somewhere to live?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"Well, I used to live with Dylan," I explained. "But I'm fine living with Jackie." I really was. She was a good friend to me. I mean, she let me live at her place and she hadn't even known me that long.
"Oh, right."
"Do you have any more money in that college fund?" I asked, desperate to change the direction this conversation was headed in.
"A couple ones, fives if people are generous," He laughed. "Actually, this past week there's been some tens and twenties in there."
I nodded, a small smile on my lips. I had been dropping tips in there whenever Harry would go to the bathroom or kitchen. Whenever he left, I tried to make whatever contribution I could.
My parents sent me money every week, they have more than they know what to do with, so I didn't have to worry about wasting anything. Now that I think of it, I could get my own apartment if I wanted. I'm just too afraid to do that on my own, I'm more of a dependent person.
"I wish I could be in college right now," Harry sighed with a smile. "It just seems so fun, college seems like a blast."
"Yeah, I'm really excited for the primal scream," I laughed.
"What's that?"
"The night before finals, all the Harvard students go to the campus at midnight and they all get naked and run and scream. They do it to let out all of their frustrations."
"Damn," He laughed. "I thought most Harvard kids would be stuck up and conservative."
"It's a mix of snobs and really cool, talented people," I nodded. "You just have to hang out with the right ones."
We walked silently until we reached the gas station. We went inside and Harry bought some gasoline. After we were done, we immediately got back on our way to the car.
The cold air hit my arms as we stepped back outside, making me shiver. It was suddenly a lot windier outside. I hated the unpredictable weather, I mean who doesn't? I was wearing a thin striped sweater with a denim jacket thrown over it. It wasn't really enough to warm me up under the cold wind.
I think Harry seemed to notice how cold I was getting because he leaned over and took the liberty in wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Normally, that would probably make me uncomfortable, but Harry and I knew each other for over a month now. I felt like I really knew him. It had only been a while since we knew each other, but we completely hit it off.
"I hate Cambridge," I shook my head, slightly leaning into him for more warmth. "The weather sucks. Why didn't I move to California and go to college there?"
"Because then you never would've met me," He joked.
"Touché," I smiled. "You always say the perfect things."
He did. He was such a positive person in my life, he made me forget about stuff. After a hard day, being with Harry was the perfect solution. He made me forget and somehow knew all the answers to my problems. Before him, I had never met anyone who solved all my dilemmas with one sentence or just one piece of advice.
"I know," He said, cockily. "Finally, you admit it."
"Shut up," I nudged him. "Don't make me push you off me."
He quieted down after that, which made me mentally giggle. He made me feel great. I should surround myself with more people like him. I almost forgot that I teared up a mere ten minutes ago. He probably noticed, I mean he noticed me shivering. How would he be so oblivious?
"Did you notice that I was crying?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Yeah," He nodded. "That's why I asked what you were thinking about. Did something happen?"
"No, I was just thinking about Dylan and I. I was just overthinking about us and I made myself upset."
"Have you seen him since the breakup?" He asked.
"No, but it's making me so anxious. We got the apartment together after high school graduation, but it's under his name. He's still living here and it makes me so anxious. I don't know what I'll do if I see him, I'm just not in the right mind."
"You don't deserve this, he's such a fucked up person. I want you to be happy."
"Well, you make me a lot happier. So, you're helping."
He didn't reply to that, but I could tell he was smiling. His arm was still around me for the rest of the fifteen-minute walk, which stayed pretty silent.
We finally reached the car and I hopped inside as Harry loaded it up with gas. After filling the tank, he came to the driver's seat and turned on the heater along with the heated seats.
"God, I love heated seats," I sighed, as the seats took a minute to warm up.
"You and me both."
Harry played whatever was on the radio and we sat silently during the drive. I almost fell asleep in his car- I think I did actually fall asleep for a split second in there.
It felt like we were in the car for thirty seconds when he parked in front of the complex.
"I'll walk you inside?"
"Sure."
We both climbed out of the car, rushing inside so that we wouldn't have to deal with the cold weather. We walked up the stairs together and I lead him to Jackie's apartment.
"Alright," I said, as I stepped in front of the door. "I guess this is goodbye."
"Bye, kid," He smiled, turning on his heel.
"Wait," I found myself calling after him, I didn't really know why.
He turned around with a confused look on his face. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a quick hug, resting my head against his chest.
"Thank you for today."
"No, thank you for helping me around the restaurant. I appreciate it."
"No problem. Bye," I pulled away slowly, offering a small smile as I turned around and walked into the apartment.