Honestly... I was nervous, about my... would you call it a date? It was my first date, and I had no idea how it worked. Brian had probably been on dates before... he just struck me as someone who had. I was hoping he wouldn't talk about them... that is, if he had them. For all I knew he was just as alone as me...
I had asked someone who worked there to get me clothes and she had. I was already changed. I walked over, and looked at myself in the mirror. Myself looked back at me. I was dressed in a red dress, which looked good with my dark skin and hair. I did look good, call it vanity or not. I did notice how short I was, compared to the other kids at my private school. It didn't really bother me, but I was teased for it. I was teased for lots of things.
But that didn't matter now. Brian had just walked in yelling "Back!!! Back I say!!!"
"Are those reporters still out there?"
"Yup. Ready for our date?"
"You say that so causally."
"You mean I can't be casual? Is that why nothing lasts longer than one date?!... It all makes sense now."
"Stop that."
"Fine, can't I have my life revelations?"
"No you can't. That's my job."
"Got it." we walked out the door... and was blinded. Cameras. I hate cameras. I also hate yelling, like how the reporters were yelling.
"Miss Danvers, who is that?"
"Where are you going?!"
"What are you're thoughts on the bombing?!"
I just told them:
"No comment."
"Is that you're boyfriend?!"
"... Maybe... now go away! Or I'll get a restraining order!" Me and Brain kept walking, where we eventually got to the car he had taken to get here. His face was red... so was mine.
"Sooooo... we're maybe in a relationship? he said.
"Yeah... but it got them to go away."
"True. You handled that way."
"You get used to it."
"I guess so. You know lots of people want that."
"The paparazzi?"
"They all want to be famous."
"I'd give anything to not be." at this point we were at the restaurant. It was actually a nice one. I wondered how he was going to afford it. We were seated and had our orders taken, then we started to talk again.
"So how...' I stopped to think. Then I said: "... your childhood?"
"Well... honestly?" I nodded.
"Crap."
"What? How?"
"Well... how about an example. I was thirteen and not in a good way. I had some bullies chasing me. Just these snot nosed kids that were stronger, so they thought they could beat me up. 'Hey Brian!' sneered one of them whose name... I forgot. One of the others joined in and said:
'Yeah! What are ya running home to play nurse to your dad?!' I wasn't afraid of them, but kinda annoyed.
'It's not my fault he's sick.' but they kept teasing. 'Listen dumb buts I don't want trouble'
'Well we're giving it to you!' then they started to hit me. My dad had brain damage, and needed lots of help. I spent a lot of time in hospital waiting rooms. I guess that's why I do what I do: because helping is the only thing I know how to do." I just looked at him, it was sad, but That couldn't be it.
"Is that it?"
"What?"
"I mean, I understand you had bad moments, but it's impossible to have a completely bad childhood."
"No it's not, I'm the exception."
"That's just your problem! You focus to much on the bad! You focus on it so much that you forget the good!"
"But..."
"Listen, my Mom died of cancer. I was really sad, but I still managed to have good memories."
"Like... my first sculpture. It was a glossy one of a phoenix. I showed it to my dad. Who loved it. It was my first work, and you know what my dad did? He helped me sell it. And it got put in a museum, it' still there."
"Wow... but there are the bad moments right?"
"Yeah... I get teased at school."
"Your private school? Aren't all the other kids rich there too?"
"Yeah but I still get teased."
"They're just jealous."
"Yeah." By the time that conversation ended our food was there, and we had finished eating. Brian paid and we left. It was actually kinda of fun, I really didn't see what the big deal was. We just talked and ate.
Once we outside, I turned to Brian and said: "This... was nice."
"Yeah, I had fun."
"Me too." He actually leaned in, we were about to kiss. BASHHHH!!! Pain exploded through my head, and I fell to the ground. Then everything was black.
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