Give Me a Reason to Believe
Chapter Ten
At around 3 o’clock, I went home. Much as I hated to. I just wished my parents didn’t have to come home yet, but I knew they’d be due in less than two hours; and if I’d postponed going home any longer, I knew my mother would see what I’d been doing written all over my face.
And she would go ape shit.
I’d never forget our time in Gerard’s room playing truth or dare as innocent kids.
Neither of us had any clue that we liked each other, and now I wonder how.
We always caught one staring at the other, and whenever we talked we’d blush and we couldn’t even look each other in the eye most times! Come on now.
Eh, we’re just kids, as I said. We’re not perceptive.
My parents came home around 5, and after a normal dinner, I said I wanted to go outside and paint.
I knew they wouldn’t care, even though I hadn’t painted in 3 years, and all of a sudden I’d taken it up again, they wouldn’t take it as anything important.
I didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, because
A) I wondered how much they actually cared about it, and
B) I SURE as hell didn’t want them to find out about Gerard; or how much I liked him.
I walked outside and put up a new canvas. At first, my mind was blank, What could I paint that would symbolize what I’d felt in Gerard’s room? As I was sitting there thinking, I decided I needed some more inspiration.
I took a small ‘walk’ around the block, which meant slowing right down outside Gerard’s house, hoping he’d see me.
My plan worked.
Muahahaha.
He looked out his window, smiled and waved.
I waved back. I kept walking, pretending that I was actually planning to go on a walk and he had just happened to see me, and before I knew it, he had jogged up beside me.
Oh, Oh I’m good.
And she would go ape shit.
I’d never forget our time in Gerard’s room playing truth or dare as innocent kids.
Neither of us had any clue that we liked each other, and now I wonder how.
We always caught one staring at the other, and whenever we talked we’d blush and we couldn’t even look each other in the eye most times! Come on now.
Eh, we’re just kids, as I said. We’re not perceptive.
My parents came home around 5, and after a normal dinner, I said I wanted to go outside and paint.
I knew they wouldn’t care, even though I hadn’t painted in 3 years, and all of a sudden I’d taken it up again, they wouldn’t take it as anything important.
I didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, because
A) I wondered how much they actually cared about it, and
B) I SURE as hell didn’t want them to find out about Gerard; or how much I liked him.
I walked outside and put up a new canvas. At first, my mind was blank, What could I paint that would symbolize what I’d felt in Gerard’s room? As I was sitting there thinking, I decided I needed some more inspiration.
I took a small ‘walk’ around the block, which meant slowing right down outside Gerard’s house, hoping he’d see me.
My plan worked.
Muahahaha.
He looked out his window, smiled and waved.
I waved back. I kept walking, pretending that I was actually planning to go on a walk and he had just happened to see me, and before I knew it, he had jogged up beside me.
Oh, Oh I’m good.