Inside My Arms

Fifteen minutes.
That's all it takes to drive to our house.
Fifteen minutes.
That's all it takes to develop a relationship.

"You look nice today."

I stared at Gerard.
He wasn't looking at me.
He was staring at the road.
I looked at myself.
No, I didn't.

"How come you're so mad at me?"

I looked out the window.
I'm not sure.
I don't think I'm mad anymore.
Just scared.

"So, are you going to college?"

I nod.

"Which college are you going to?"

"Art Center."

"Huh?"

He faced me with a curious expression.

"What?"

"I'm going there too."

He smiled wide.
And faced the road once again.
I continued staring at him.

I never did notice his eyes.
How it reflected against the light.
It seems to shine,
Like the stars.

He turned away from the road.
Looked at me.
And started chuckling.

"What are you looking at?"

"I'm just wondering..."

"Hm?"

"About how we never actually talked until now."

"I wonder about that too."

The car suddenly stopped.
We were in front of my house.
I got out of the car.

"Thanks, Gerard."

"No problem."

I shut his door.
And walked to my door step.