You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 3
"How come you never told me that you were moving?" I spat back at Mike.
"Not fair!" he scowled.
"Why isn't fair Mike? Please, explain it to me."
"Because, it's, you love me! It's totally different."
"I loved you, Mike... past tense. My feelings kinda faded when you didn't talk to me for three years. Sorry. And no.. it's not different, it crushed me. Just like it did coming here. I don't know why I even came." With that, I tore out of his room, out of his house and down the street, tears still pouring down my face. I don't know how I had any tears left to cry, I could have sworn I've cried them all in the past week
That week had been pure hell for me. I finally stopped running when I reached the end of the street. Apparently Tre had followed me because when I stopped to catch my breath, I heard him yell my name. I spun around and tried to get away from him, but he caught up to me.
"Megan, hold on," he breathed heavily; I guess he wasn't in the best shape of his life.
"What do you want Tre, all I want is to be alone."
"Then I'll be alone with you."
I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks."
We walked back to my house and I explained to him how I was feeling. Strangely, he understood. He went through the same feelings when his dad moved away. He had been just as crushed and upset as I had been. I noticed how Tre had two sides to him. He could be totally serious one minute and the next he's got you laughing on the ground with his stupid jokes. We walked into my room about twenty minutes later and he sat down on my bed.
"If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna go take a shower," I told him.
"No, go ahead, I'll wait."
I walked into the bathroom and started running the water for my shower. I stepped into it and felt the warm water all over my body. It felt good after the long day I had just had. I got out about fifteen minutes later, changed and walked back into my room. I saw that Tre had found my photo album. I walked over to my mirror and started brushing my hair.
"Was this taken back when Mike was still around? You look kinda young."
I looked at the picture and nodded my head.
"My tenth birthday. It was the best."
It was silent for a few minutes before I picked up my scissors and examined them. Before I knew what was happening, Tre had knocked me down to the ground.
"Tre! What the hell?"
"You don't need to do that to yourself Megan! There's a better way out!"
"What are you talking about?" I yelled at him, trying to get out of his grip, but it was solid.
"The scissors, you don't need to cut yourself."
I stared at him and burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I wasn't gonna cut my wrists, I was gonna cut my hair," I said as I continued laughing.
"Oh." He blushed at got off of me. "Sorry."
I stood up and looked back into the mirror. I started cutting of random pieces until I got it to the way I wanted it.
"Perfect," I mumbled when I was done.
Tre looked up at me and smiled, "I like it."
I smiled back. "Thanks."
I checked the time on my alarm clock, five o'clock.
"You wanna stay for dinner or something?" I asked Tre, sitting on my bed next to him.
"Uh, sure, thanks."
"Great."
The next day at school, on my way to science class, my vice principal stopped me in the hall, "Ms. Curtis, hello."
I smiled at her. "Hi."
"Mr. Pritchard here says that you two know each other already. Would you mind showing him around the school for a few days?"
I looked up at Mike and sighed.
"No Problem."
The vice-principal smiled. "Thank You."
I turned to continue walking towards my science class when I felt a hand grip onto my shoulder.
"Mags, wait. I know I'm not your favorite person right now, but I want to start over with you. Yesterday was a misunderstanding. Can we forget it?" His blue eyes looked down at me.
"Whatever." I shook off his hand and walked into my classroom. I sat down at my desk and buried my face in my hands. Why did I have to hate him?
I strolled into the cafeteria during lunch and found Billie and Tre at a table, laughing.
"Looks like you two got pretty chummy."
"Yeah, Tre here was just telling me how much he... OW-" Billie was interrupted by Tre kicking him under the table.
I stared at the two of them and bit into my sandwich. "You two are nuts."
"I've only got one," Tre laughed at looked at me.
"Um.. ew. I'm eating here."
Billie erupted into laughter.
I had just spat out my sandwich when Mike sat down next to Billie.
"Hey guys."
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Hey, Mags, can I talk to you?" Mike asked me.
"Fine," I said, getting up and following Mike out of the cafeteria.
"What is it you have to talk to me about?"
"I want you to come over after school again today, I've got something to show you."
"Really? Well, I don't know if I'll be able to make it. I think I've got something to do."
"Mags. No you don't. I know you too well for you to lie to me."
"Damn," I muttered. "Fine."
He smiled at me and gave me a hug. I waited a few seconds and gave up my mental battle of whether or not to hug him back. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back. It was a familiar, yet not too familiar feeling. Mike had changed, but it still felt the same as it had three years ago. How I had missed his hugs. I felt so secure, so wanted when I was in his arms. Almost as if I was the only person in the world. I let go of him and walked to my locker. When I got there I found Tre leaning against it. I started to enter the combination of my lock when Tre asked me the most random question.
"Do you like popcorn?"
I turned my head and stared at him. "Popcorn? Yeah, I guess so, why?"
"You know where they sell popcorn?"
"At the store?" I guessed.
"Yes, and at the movie theater."
"True."
"Wanna go get some?"
"Popcorn? Do you realize how random you're being right now?" I mused and smiled.
"May be random, but I'm serious. Wanna go get some popcorn at the movies, and maybe watch one? With me?" He looked down at his shoes.
Tre was asking me out on a date? How unexpected. I thought it over for a minute.
"Sure, I'd love to, Franky," I giggled.
"Friday? And don't call me that."
"Ok, Friday I'm all yours, Franky." I started to laugh harder.
He simply rolled his eyes and walked away. I continued laughing to myself when Billie came up behind me and poked my side. I jumped, naturally. I hate being poked in the side, it tickles. He walked me to class, asking if Tre had talk to me.
"About what?" I asked him.
"He likes you," Billie smiled as he told me.
"I figured as much. Damn Billie, you're so behind on everything."
"What? You knew?"
"Yeah. Well, I assume he likes me, considering I'm going out with him on Friday for a movie."
"Oh. OH!" I raised my eyebrow at Billie's tone.
"What do you mean, OH?"
"Nothing," he responded, walking faster.
I walked onto Mike's doorstep that afternoon and rang the doorbell. His little sister, Myla, answered.
"Yes?" she asked when the door opened and she saw me standing there. Didn't she recognize me?
"Myla! Hi! I'm here to see Mikey."
She stared at me like I was crazy.
'How do you know my name?"
"Myla, it's me, Mags!" I grinned from ear to ear.
"MAGS!" she yelled as she ran and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "Oh my gosh, I didn't recognize you. You've changed so much."
"So have you. You look more and more like your mom everyday. Is Mike in?"
"Oh, yeah, he's in his room. It's nice to see you around here again. Mike was really bummed over in England."
"Not fair!" he scowled.
"Why isn't fair Mike? Please, explain it to me."
"Because, it's, you love me! It's totally different."
"I loved you, Mike... past tense. My feelings kinda faded when you didn't talk to me for three years. Sorry. And no.. it's not different, it crushed me. Just like it did coming here. I don't know why I even came." With that, I tore out of his room, out of his house and down the street, tears still pouring down my face. I don't know how I had any tears left to cry, I could have sworn I've cried them all in the past week
That week had been pure hell for me. I finally stopped running when I reached the end of the street. Apparently Tre had followed me because when I stopped to catch my breath, I heard him yell my name. I spun around and tried to get away from him, but he caught up to me.
"Megan, hold on," he breathed heavily; I guess he wasn't in the best shape of his life.
"What do you want Tre, all I want is to be alone."
"Then I'll be alone with you."
I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks."
We walked back to my house and I explained to him how I was feeling. Strangely, he understood. He went through the same feelings when his dad moved away. He had been just as crushed and upset as I had been. I noticed how Tre had two sides to him. He could be totally serious one minute and the next he's got you laughing on the ground with his stupid jokes. We walked into my room about twenty minutes later and he sat down on my bed.
"If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna go take a shower," I told him.
"No, go ahead, I'll wait."
I walked into the bathroom and started running the water for my shower. I stepped into it and felt the warm water all over my body. It felt good after the long day I had just had. I got out about fifteen minutes later, changed and walked back into my room. I saw that Tre had found my photo album. I walked over to my mirror and started brushing my hair.
"Was this taken back when Mike was still around? You look kinda young."
I looked at the picture and nodded my head.
"My tenth birthday. It was the best."
It was silent for a few minutes before I picked up my scissors and examined them. Before I knew what was happening, Tre had knocked me down to the ground.
"Tre! What the hell?"
"You don't need to do that to yourself Megan! There's a better way out!"
"What are you talking about?" I yelled at him, trying to get out of his grip, but it was solid.
"The scissors, you don't need to cut yourself."
I stared at him and burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I wasn't gonna cut my wrists, I was gonna cut my hair," I said as I continued laughing.
"Oh." He blushed at got off of me. "Sorry."
I stood up and looked back into the mirror. I started cutting of random pieces until I got it to the way I wanted it.
"Perfect," I mumbled when I was done.
Tre looked up at me and smiled, "I like it."
I smiled back. "Thanks."
I checked the time on my alarm clock, five o'clock.
"You wanna stay for dinner or something?" I asked Tre, sitting on my bed next to him.
"Uh, sure, thanks."
"Great."
The next day at school, on my way to science class, my vice principal stopped me in the hall, "Ms. Curtis, hello."
I smiled at her. "Hi."
"Mr. Pritchard here says that you two know each other already. Would you mind showing him around the school for a few days?"
I looked up at Mike and sighed.
"No Problem."
The vice-principal smiled. "Thank You."
I turned to continue walking towards my science class when I felt a hand grip onto my shoulder.
"Mags, wait. I know I'm not your favorite person right now, but I want to start over with you. Yesterday was a misunderstanding. Can we forget it?" His blue eyes looked down at me.
"Whatever." I shook off his hand and walked into my classroom. I sat down at my desk and buried my face in my hands. Why did I have to hate him?
I strolled into the cafeteria during lunch and found Billie and Tre at a table, laughing.
"Looks like you two got pretty chummy."
"Yeah, Tre here was just telling me how much he... OW-" Billie was interrupted by Tre kicking him under the table.
I stared at the two of them and bit into my sandwich. "You two are nuts."
"I've only got one," Tre laughed at looked at me.
"Um.. ew. I'm eating here."
Billie erupted into laughter.
I had just spat out my sandwich when Mike sat down next to Billie.
"Hey guys."
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Hey, Mags, can I talk to you?" Mike asked me.
"Fine," I said, getting up and following Mike out of the cafeteria.
"What is it you have to talk to me about?"
"I want you to come over after school again today, I've got something to show you."
"Really? Well, I don't know if I'll be able to make it. I think I've got something to do."
"Mags. No you don't. I know you too well for you to lie to me."
"Damn," I muttered. "Fine."
He smiled at me and gave me a hug. I waited a few seconds and gave up my mental battle of whether or not to hug him back. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back. It was a familiar, yet not too familiar feeling. Mike had changed, but it still felt the same as it had three years ago. How I had missed his hugs. I felt so secure, so wanted when I was in his arms. Almost as if I was the only person in the world. I let go of him and walked to my locker. When I got there I found Tre leaning against it. I started to enter the combination of my lock when Tre asked me the most random question.
"Do you like popcorn?"
I turned my head and stared at him. "Popcorn? Yeah, I guess so, why?"
"You know where they sell popcorn?"
"At the store?" I guessed.
"Yes, and at the movie theater."
"True."
"Wanna go get some?"
"Popcorn? Do you realize how random you're being right now?" I mused and smiled.
"May be random, but I'm serious. Wanna go get some popcorn at the movies, and maybe watch one? With me?" He looked down at his shoes.
Tre was asking me out on a date? How unexpected. I thought it over for a minute.
"Sure, I'd love to, Franky," I giggled.
"Friday? And don't call me that."
"Ok, Friday I'm all yours, Franky." I started to laugh harder.
He simply rolled his eyes and walked away. I continued laughing to myself when Billie came up behind me and poked my side. I jumped, naturally. I hate being poked in the side, it tickles. He walked me to class, asking if Tre had talk to me.
"About what?" I asked him.
"He likes you," Billie smiled as he told me.
"I figured as much. Damn Billie, you're so behind on everything."
"What? You knew?"
"Yeah. Well, I assume he likes me, considering I'm going out with him on Friday for a movie."
"Oh. OH!" I raised my eyebrow at Billie's tone.
"What do you mean, OH?"
"Nothing," he responded, walking faster.
I walked onto Mike's doorstep that afternoon and rang the doorbell. His little sister, Myla, answered.
"Yes?" she asked when the door opened and she saw me standing there. Didn't she recognize me?
"Myla! Hi! I'm here to see Mikey."
She stared at me like I was crazy.
'How do you know my name?"
"Myla, it's me, Mags!" I grinned from ear to ear.
"MAGS!" she yelled as she ran and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "Oh my gosh, I didn't recognize you. You've changed so much."
"So have you. You look more and more like your mom everyday. Is Mike in?"
"Oh, yeah, he's in his room. It's nice to see you around here again. Mike was really bummed over in England."
