Colby's POV
We weren't close to how things were but we were getting there.
The fact that we both had opened our eyes and actually started trying, meant alot.
I was happy for now but it didn't feel like anything permanent; almost temporally.
We were out at lunch.
Trying our best to "catch-up".
I was just hoping that it wouldn't end in one of us storming out or yelling at each other.
I'm tired of the high school bullshit.
I was 21 in a few months,
I accepted the fact that I had to grow up.
Grow up for her.
We ordered our food and sat patiently while we waited for it to arrive,
"So what did you order?" I ask, trying to spark up a conversation,
"Sorry.. what did you say? I zoned out for a moment" she chuckles.
Her laugh and little personality traits are really what I have missed about her.
I smile and push back the thought that we had to work slowly.
Slowly..
"What did you order?" I ask again,
"The Barbeque and Garlic chicken, and you?" She says as she thinks about her order and my response,
"American burger" I say.
We sit in silence, just looking around the scene.
I scratch at my jeans and tap my fingers on the leather booth seats.
She groans and slumps back into her seat,
"Everything okay?" I ask, trying to be the supportive person i once was,
"Why can't we just have a normal conversation or sit without an awkward silence?" She exclaims, catching the attention of some other customers,
"I don't know, Ron" i sigh.
She rests an elbow on the laminated wooden table and rests her head in her palm.
Her eyes shoot open and she is suddenly full of life again.
She sits up straight, now slightly more eager than a few seconds ago.
She sits with her arms crossed over, leaning forward.
I look at her with amusement but also fear what is next,
"I have an idea" she says, lifely,
"Okay. What's your brilliant idea?" I question as I mimic her actions and mood,
"So we can 'catch up'," she starts, doing finger quotations,
"We can play Colby and Ronnie trivia!" She exclaims as she acts out some dogey jazz hands,
"Sure, why not!" I say in the same way she did,
"Okay so who is going first?" I ask.
She points at herself with excitement and thinks of a question,
"When is my birthday?" She asks,
"May 17th",
"Wow, you remembered.." She smiles to herself".
Success..
"Okay my turn," I say, readying my question.
She bites her bottom lip and rubs her hands together like she was trying to start a fire,
"What are my parents names?" I chuckled at how cute she was being.
I knew she knew the answer.
She probably knew the answer to everything I was going to ask; likewise.
I just like taking to her.
It just felt so good to finally talk to her like we were humans.
Just in a lunch club, getting lunch,
"Oh um.. John and.. Rachel!" She exclaims, knowing she was right.
I could go on like this all day.
Just talking to her..
..was absolute bliss.