1 Maybe
I turned the comic pages as quietly as possible. Searching for the humor in the detective comics I began to get furious with the writer of the magazine. They, unlike how they should be, had no idea what they were doing. If I wanted to badly enough, I could come up with better plans to solve a mystery then those that the characters do in this magazine.
I look up to see Chris, Teddy and Vern still asleep. We had a late night, with the scare and all. We swore it was a wolves, or perhaps worse the body of Ray Brower coming back to haunt us. The only thing that had haunted me last night was my dream of Denny. I had talked to Chris however, and hadn't slept much after that. I couldn't sleep.
I kept imagining what it would be like without them. Without Vern's insane comments, Teddy's obnoxious behavior and Chris' caring friendship. Would I go through the rest of my life without them? Would I be forced to travel the years of High school and college alone? Would I be without the three people in my life that could make me the happiest? Who would do that to a person?
I see Vern shift his weight from one side to the next as he lets out a loud snore. Vern, one of my best friends with the oddest remarks and behaviors, I'd have to deal life without him. For friendship can't last forever, someone once told me, and I had grown to believe it.
I leaned my elbow on my knee and let out a long sigh.
Maybe this would be different. Maybe we could all stay close. Maybe even if Chris and I took the college courses we could all stay as close as we were that day, that moment. I felt my stomach flip at the realization. Something so great can't last forever. It was as if the words bounced around my head over and over and the last thing I wanted to do was consider that.
Maybe we could talk, ya know, go on adventures and cry together and laugh together. Maybe we could even eat lunch together, out in the schoolyard as Teddy pulled out some smokes. I began to grin. Teddy and his smokes.
Maybe if we held onto this hard enough that we would never fall apart.
I lost the grin, thinking that it wasn't right for me to force them into this. If something were to happen than it would happen for a reason.
Though I'm not sure what I would do without them.
I saw a deer walk slowly up to the tracks and stand next to me. I dropped the magazine gently on the soft earth and leaned towards the pleasant animal. Maybe he understood, maybe he knew how I felt. About how horrible those comics were and how horrible I felt when Chris cried next to me. How horrible that dream was and how horrible the realization that within the next few days things would change more then I had ever imagined, or wanted.
The deer stood still and allowed me to rest my hand on his soft back. I shuddered at the feeling. Listen to me, I'm hopeless, the deer doesn't care. He doesn't even know what I'm thinking about. How could he? He was a deer and as soon as he ran away he would forget about me just as easily as I would forget about him once the others woke up. I let go of the animal and sat back. Just as I had let go of him, I would also have to let go of Vern, Chris, and Teddy. A sunken feeling grew in the pit of my stomach.
There was nothing I could do to control the changes they were beyond my direction.
But maybe we'd remember each other years from now, maybe we'd remember all the good times we had, and maybe when we think of each other we'll laugh and have that warm feeling inside like the one I have right now. Or maybe we'll never talk again, but at least I'll have this to remember them by.
"The freight woke up the other guys and it was on the tip of my tongue to tell them about the deer. But I didn't. That was the one thing I kept to myself. I've never spoken or written about it until just now."
I turned the comic pages as quietly as possible. Searching for the humor in the detective comics I began to get furious with the writer of the magazine. They, unlike how they should be, had no idea what they were doing. If I wanted to badly enough, I could come up with better plans to solve a mystery then those that the characters do in this magazine.
I look up to see Chris, Teddy and Vern still asleep. We had a late night, with the scare and all. We swore it was a wolves, or perhaps worse the body of Ray Brower coming back to haunt us. The only thing that had haunted me last night was my dream of Denny. I had talked to Chris however, and hadn't slept much after that. I couldn't sleep.
I kept imagining what it would be like without them. Without Vern's insane comments, Teddy's obnoxious behavior and Chris' caring friendship. Would I go through the rest of my life without them? Would I be forced to travel the years of High school and college alone? Would I be without the three people in my life that could make me the happiest? Who would do that to a person?
I see Vern shift his weight from one side to the next as he lets out a loud snore. Vern, one of my best friends with the oddest remarks and behaviors, I'd have to deal life without him. For friendship can't last forever, someone once told me, and I had grown to believe it.
I leaned my elbow on my knee and let out a long sigh.
Maybe this would be different. Maybe we could all stay close. Maybe even if Chris and I took the college courses we could all stay as close as we were that day, that moment. I felt my stomach flip at the realization. Something so great can't last forever. It was as if the words bounced around my head over and over and the last thing I wanted to do was consider that.
Maybe we could talk, ya know, go on adventures and cry together and laugh together. Maybe we could even eat lunch together, out in the schoolyard as Teddy pulled out some smokes. I began to grin. Teddy and his smokes.
Maybe if we held onto this hard enough that we would never fall apart.
I lost the grin, thinking that it wasn't right for me to force them into this. If something were to happen than it would happen for a reason.
Though I'm not sure what I would do without them.
I saw a deer walk slowly up to the tracks and stand next to me. I dropped the magazine gently on the soft earth and leaned towards the pleasant animal. Maybe he understood, maybe he knew how I felt. About how horrible those comics were and how horrible I felt when Chris cried next to me. How horrible that dream was and how horrible the realization that within the next few days things would change more then I had ever imagined, or wanted.
The deer stood still and allowed me to rest my hand on his soft back. I shuddered at the feeling. Listen to me, I'm hopeless, the deer doesn't care. He doesn't even know what I'm thinking about. How could he? He was a deer and as soon as he ran away he would forget about me just as easily as I would forget about him once the others woke up. I let go of the animal and sat back. Just as I had let go of him, I would also have to let go of Vern, Chris, and Teddy. A sunken feeling grew in the pit of my stomach.
There was nothing I could do to control the changes they were beyond my direction.
But maybe we'd remember each other years from now, maybe we'd remember all the good times we had, and maybe when we think of each other we'll laugh and have that warm feeling inside like the one I have right now. Or maybe we'll never talk again, but at least I'll have this to remember them by.
"The freight woke up the other guys and it was on the tip of my tongue to tell them about the deer. But I didn't. That was the one thing I kept to myself. I've never spoken or written about it until just now."