The Art of Drowning

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my ringing telephone by my bedside. I checked the Caller ID and saw that it was Davey. I picked up the reciever and asked, "Hello?"

"Jade! Guess what!" Davey shouted from the other end.

"What?"

"I found something...."

I rubbed my eyes and sat up to think clearer.

"What did you find?" I asked still tired.

"Love."

I stared at my wall a while and thought about it.

He loves me?

"Yeah?" I replied. "When? Did I miss something?"

Davey laughed and hung up on me suddenly. I rolled my eyes and hung back up the phone.

"I should quit trying to be sarcastic."

I pulled my blankets back over my head and fell back to sleep.

The grandfather clock downstairs chimed 1 o' clock and I rolled over on my side from lying on my back for hours. Davey woke me up at 8 in the morning just to tell me he found love.Something was definitly wrong and something was up with him. I ran away and Davey found me. That's it.

Or was it?

I thought to myself how ridiculous it was to think I actually liked him. Even as a friend.

What happened in the woods?

I couldn't remember a thing besides-- Oh crap.

I kissed him.