Chapter 5: Will It End!
A week had passed since the encounter I had with Dylan, and Anastasia.
Through the whole week, Anastasia seemed to back off a bit from me, Dylan still in his usual cold manner hardly talked too me. But we met glances more then usual, at one point when Sid and me were having lunch, my eyes instinctively drew to Dylan, he caught my gawking manner and returned it by staring at me for about 5 minutes. It was almost like I was in a trance, which prevented me from turning away. No matter how many times I screamed in my mind too. After the 5 minutes that I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Dylan, I saw a rare small smile creep up onto his face before he turned away. Now that made me come to my senses and I quickly turned away. It was definitely weird to say the least.
As of this moment I was at the park with little Mickey. I watched silently from a bench, as she ran around chasing ducks by a rather large pond. I sighed laying my head back against the bench, closing my eyes. I started drifting into a nap like state when I heard the familiar cold voice of my schoolmate.
“Don’t you think you should be watching the girl?” He questioned from behind me. I opened my eyes to meet his curious stare. I lifted my head up to look over at Mickey, then reverted my gaze back to him.
“She’s fine, besides,” I shifted my body looking at him better. His arms crossed like always. “Why do you even care?” I finished. Looking at him. I noticed he was all alone. Not to mention we were all alone besides Mickey.
“I don’t,” He shrugged; walking around the bench he took a seat next to me. “But I think it would be sad when the news reports a little girl, that happened to be chasing ducks under supervision and drowned in a pond, relating to a supposed to be fun park.” He finished seating down, now glancing at me from the corner of his eye. As he was leaning forward staring off in the direction Mickey was playing in.
“That’s highly unlikely,” I snorted, crossing my legs leaning back against the bench I closed my eyes yet again.
“Oh? Then tell me, what’s happening right now.” I could hear the faint smirk in his voce.
I snapped my eyes open to see Mickey barely on the edge of the large pond, trying to keep her balance as she reached down to grab a duck that was passing by.
“Mickey!” I yelled now standing up. “Be careful! get away from the edge!.” I made sure to make my voice clear. I just knew Dylan was smirking at me from behind.
She turned around gaining her balance again; she gave me a thumbs up and started running in the direction away from the pond when she spotted another duck. 7 year-olds, I shook my head. Not even I was that rambunctious at 7.
I sighed thankful nothing happened, I sat down again looking over at Dylan.
His eyes were closed peacefully as if he was soaking in the peaceful moment. I sat in awe at the softness his features showed, instead of the usual cruel look he normally coached; it was a relaxing look. Just staring at him put me in bliss. It was incredibly hard to tear my gaze away, no matter how hard I tried. And believe me I wasn’t trying hard enough. Like before as if he sensed me staring, he opened his eyes to look at me. I blushed and looked away.
“Thanks,” I mumbled looking down at the ground.
“For?” He questioned.
“Well, actually thanks for two things, one yet again making Anastasia back off of me, and two, warning me of the danger my cousin was close to being in.” I blushed even more, my face probably looked completely crimson by now.
“Anastasia annoys the hell out of me, and like I said. It would be a sad thing to see a little girl die of those circumstances.” He finally replied after about 10 minutes of silence. Leaning back against the bench he put both hands behind his head. Eyes still closed, as they were when he even replied.
“Well yeah, it would be a shocker when the day comes that Ana-Mk-Butt-Head doesn’t even annoy a fly!” I retorted snorting for the second time today. At this statement, and I imagine my snort, Dylan finally popped his eyes open to look at me in amusement. Probably mostly for my little nickname I seemed to have come up for her. Amusement started getting deeper in his eyes. “And still,” I continued. “It may be sad for people to hear that a little girl died so innocently, but it would literally kill us if we lost her.” I sighed closing my eyes, not wanting to even imagine a life without the little spunk.
From the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Dylan staring at me. I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. “What?” I asked curiously, trying to bite down the rising blush from my face, after just now ridding of the previous blush I was not ready to undertake another.
“Nothing.” He replied blankly, sitting up. “I have to go.” He stated nonchalantly. I stared at him until he broke the gaze turning away. About 10 feet away he stopped slightly and turned his head to the side, I could see a faint glimpse of his iris look at me from the corner of his eye. “And no problem.” He said, continuing his walk. I stared dumbfounded at his retreating form before I realized it was getting late. I broke my gaze and started looking for Mickey. Spotting her about 30 feet away at most I signaled for her to come back, she caught my gesture and made her way back to me. The whole ride home I stayed quiet going over the latest events, while Mickey, was going on and on about how many pretty ducks she’d found and wishing her mom would let her keep one. I gave a small smile to let her know part of me was listening, and that’s all she needed to keep going.
Arriving home I stayed completely quiet except to tell my aunt I was going to head to bed. She gave me a small kiss and bid me goodnight. I stalked up stairs and into my room. Like I’ve done so many times before I collapsed on my bed soaking up the comfort. The words that Dylan had said today never leaving my mind.
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Awfully short, but chap 6 will be out soon!
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