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Christian
I am trying so hard. I really am. While watching the game I couldn't concentrate on anything but the girl next to me. My peripheral vision was getting a workout because my eyes kept looking to my right at the girl next to me. She seemed so engrossed in the dancing that her face glowed with excitement. It was glorious really, she participated in the wave and yelling back when the cheerleaders asked you to repeat after them.
"Excuse me I have to go to the bathroom." I say. She turns to me gives a smile and nods.
I stand and walk down the bleachers. I then walk along the wall filled with people along side of the gym and stand out in the hallway for one minute before I walk back in. I am now along the opposite side of bleachers. I lift my camera and zoom in on Ana's face. She is still smiling and the shutter captures her perfectly. Her eyes are filled with happiness and light as they dance around and follow the performance. She looks around suddenly with a furrowed brow and I looked down and pulled out my phone. I have been taking pictures of her for fifteen minutes without realizing it. I put my phone back in my pocket and hustle through the crowd and take my seat next to my angel.
The rest of the game was uneventful because we actually lost by a large margin. I really didn't care. All I did was soak up the fact that I was pressed to the girl who has taken over my mind.
"So what did you think of the game?" I asked. I saw her awed expression and knew she must have at least liked it.
"I think it was great! I never attended one of these before." She says with a blush on her cheeks.
"Well my brother is on the team and I have been seeing this since before high school." I shrug my shoulders and try to look cool after the day that I have been having.
"I am on the clumsy side of the balance spectrum. I never was a social butterfly so this was the first one I have been to one of these. It's amazing to see what peoples bodies could do." She gestures to the now dispersing crowd of cheer leaders and basketball players.
"I can see what you mean." I have never viewed everyone else as athletic or talented. Now that I think of it, I never regarded people's abilities unless they were subpar. I wonder what her body can do. What could she do with her body that could be regarded as athletic? Once my mind went there I knew I had drifted too far. I didn't want to disrespect her even if it was just in my imagination. I am a gentleman even if I have questionable motivations and actions.
"So while watching the game I was wondering about your project. What kind of things do you like?" she tilts her head to the side as if trying to study me. I don't do well under scrutiny. I had to go to numerous therapists and Dr. John or just John, the newest of the group, has his appointment with me in the next couple of days. Then I start to consider her question. What do I like? I can only come up with one thing.
"You" I answer before I can even think. Oh No...
"Wow. Umm. Ha ha." Now she looks uncomfortable. I have just officially fucked up. She starts to shuffle her feet. "That is real nice of you to say" she says while still looking at the floor.
"Um yeah. I also like...the woods." Where the hell did that come from?! I have never been in the woods. Wait, now that I think of it the only time I was in any kind of wooded area was when I was looking at Ana.
She eventually looks up and seems to get back on track with our original conversation. "Oh so like camping and stuff?" She has a smile on her face.
"Um not really...I...like to look at the leaves...?" Why did that come out as a question?
"I am a fan of changing weather patterns. Before I moved here I lived with my mom for a bit and she lived in Las Vegas with one of her new husbands. The heat was horrible and the weather was just too...sunny and hot. I need weather patterns plural." She smiles and we continue to talk until we hit the parking lot of the school. I guess we were just too into our conversation or our awkward silence from before lasted longer than normal because the lot was practically empty.
"So you don't live with your mom normally? Why?" Why wouldn't a girl want to live with her mother?
"Well my mom is a bit flighty. I love my mom don't get me wrong. I just prefer my dad's stability over adventures of adulthood with my mom. Plus I wasn't too comfortable with her now husband Stephan. Kind of gave me the creeps." she shudders and my eyes narrowed. What the fuck did he do?
"Did he try to do something to you?" This mother fucker would be dead if he tried.
"Oh no. Just he never did sit right with me. He was just...creepy." She tries to set the record straight.
Okay I will buy that. I am going to keep an eye out for this fellow.
"Oh so they are divorced?" I am stating the obvious here
"Oh yeah since I was like five." She nods "What about your family?"
"Oh well my mother and father are still married. I have an older brother Elliot and a younger sister Mia. We are all adopted but raised by them. My family is beyond normal." I explain my boring mediocre life.
"Oh cool my dad adopted me too when I was a baby. My dad is a great man. My biological father was killed when I was born and my mom, Carla, met Ray he loved me and adopted me." Oh so that is why there is no resemblance between them!
"That's great you have a connection with him." I am being honest. I truly want nothing but the best for her and I have barely known her for two whole days.
We are standing by her car and we pause. She gets that strange face studying thing going on again.
"Why do you say mother and father?" That is a weird question.
"They are my parents." I am not sure where she is going with this.
"Well that is a bit formal for people who raised you. Just wondering why you use the formal for them." Hmm why do I call them that?
"I am not sure honestly. That is a good question. My siblings call them mom and dad... I don't know I guess I never really felt that they were 'mine' affectionately." This topic makes me think hard about the contact with my family.
"I didn't mean anything by it." She looks worried by my probably pained expression.
"No no its okay don't worry." I raise my hands to her shoulders to sooth her expression.
"I didn't mean to pry." She explains.
"No its okay." I sooth her by moving my hands up and down her arms. This is the first time in my life that I have ever touched another person since well... ever. I must say the flesh her arms have just the right cushion for me to squeeze. She isn't thin in the emaciated sense of the word. She has to be maybe a size twelve or fourteen. That older era of when women were women and the curves of their bodies provided comfort instead of this sexualized idea of women.
"Well...anyways... are you going to do your portfolio on leaves?" She asks as she looks me in my eyes.
"Yeah but not sure where to start." I like the idea strictly because she said it.
"Well I have woods behind my house. Maybe you can take some pictures there?" She offers. Little does she know I have already been there but now I don't need to hide. She can see me and I would be able to see her without getting caught. I pounce on the idea.
"Yeah I would love that!" My voice sounds like a three year old was offered the chance to go to Disneyland.
"Okay you can follow me in your car. If you want to do that now."
I merely nod and open the door to her car for her. She smiles and climbs in. I run to my car and follow her to her house.
We both get out of our cars at the same time.
While walking up to her house she suddenly turns and rubs her hands together.
"Umm I can't have you in the house. I would but I can't. My dad says no boys in the house without a chaperon." She bits her lips. I can't be mad. I don't want other boys near her either.
"No no I understand. I will just go around back and take some shots. I will tell you when I leave okay?" I want her to feel comfortable.
She nods and walks into the house while I walk around back and walk into the wood line of trees. Eventually I look up and see that she is in the kitchen and I continue to stare until she turns to check in on my progress. I quickly line up my camera and take pictures without looking. This dance continues for about an hour until I have to be home for dinner. I walk up to the house's back door and knock.
She answers in an apron with flour on it and her hair in a ponytail.
"Hey I am done." I say lamely.
"Oh okay. Here I made some cookies for desert and I thought I would send you home with some." She says while handing me a tin. I open the lid and see they are chocolate cookies. They smell divine.
"Thanks but I can't guarantee I will share them." Actually I know for a fact that I won't share at all. They are MINE, because she is mine… at least in my mind she is.
"Okay have a good night." She waves at me as I turn to leave. I hate leaving. I consider building a fort here just to stay near her. I eventually make it home with the cookies in a death grip under my arm.
"What is in the tin Christian?" My mother asks after dinner.
"Cookies." Let's be honest even the tin couldn't keep that delicious smell from leaking out.
"Oh where did you get them?" she inquires.
"Ummm" Is all I have to say. I don't want to tell her. I want Ana to just be mine.
She back pedals quickly and lets me off the hook from answering.
"Okay, okay just remember that tomorrow you have your appointment with John after school." She reminds me as I run up the stairs.
I sit on my bed and open the tin. I almost begin to eat but I stand and open the door to my closet. I see her face while I eat the cookies she made for me. Mmmmmm delicious!
These are excellent. Eventually my mind drifts to my therapist appointment tomorrow and think about my current loss of sanity. My impulse has gone to shit and I am becoming obsessed with Ana.
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