Hello! Goodbye!
It started off as just an angry storming away, but then I realized that it was only twenty minutes until I was supposed to meet my mom.
"Uh, where are we going?" I asked hesitantly. It had been a while and we were still walking at the same slow and steady pace.
Gajeel shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno."
We finally reached the school's track and Gajeel decided to collapse on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm tired." He patted the space next to him, so I sat down.
"So, what's with your mom?" The question was so sudden; I almost didn't know what he meant.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't act stupid, it won't work on me." I sighed.
"Fine, she's not exactly in my life."
"She's dead?"
"No, she and my dad are divorced. So, now she's an elementary school teacher, with a perfect new family."
"Does she even talk to you?"
"I see her once a month, but only when I can't find a way to get out of it." That's one thing I had never thought over, an excuse.
"I see my dad once a month too," he said, breaking my train of thought.
"Divorce too?"
"No, prison."
"Oh." I didn't know how to respond to that. I could never imagine my dad being locked up. That would mean living with my mother, which was almost never an option.
"Well, what about your mom?" I asked, hoping for a lighter subject.
"I dunno. She left when I was really little. I barely remember what she looks like."
"So who do you live with?"
"Nobody." The answer was almost inevitable. I hate to say, but it wasn't exactly the biggest surprise in the world. Gajeel seemed like the type to be able to carry himself through life with little to no trouble.
"And you're okay with that?"
"I don't exactly have a choice in the matter."
"Well, you could always rent an apartment and find a roommate. At least someone to keep you company."
"I'm perfectly fine on my own!"
"Uh, yeah, right, sorry."
"Don't apologize, I didn't mean to sound angry. It's just that, I've practically taken care of myself since I was like ten, after all these years of people asking me that same question, it gets kind of irritating."
"I know the feeling. Mom left when I was eight, and is only now pretending to care all of a sudden."
"Is that why you take it out in your writing?"
"That, and like I said, I had the worst case of writer's block in history." (A/N: Like me!)
"Well, maybe we should work together sometime. I could honestly use all of the help I can get."
"You really think that's a good idea?"
"Sure, why not? I mean, I can get to know you a little better, and vice versa. We wouldn't have to accuse each other of beign judgemental anymore."
"Sounds like a plan. Next assignment for sure, we'll work together." I have no idea how I came to this conclusion. Just a few days ago I couldn't stand this guy, now I'm agreeing to share my writing with him.
"Why were you so mean to me before?" I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth, I don't know why I said them.
"I wasn't mean to you."
"Yeah, you were always yelling at me and you pushed me down."
"Hey, I thought we agreed that you fell."
"But, you didn't help me up or anything..."
"I didn't know I was supposed to..."
"You weren't supposed to. I was just kind of offended..."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize."
"But I feel like I should. I mean, you were so willing to share what was going on with your mom and all." Now that I really thought about it, he's the first person I've told besides Lucy.
"Well, it felt really good to get off my chest considering I was supposed to see her tonight…"
"Wait, so tonight was one of the rare times that you were actually supposed to see her?"
"Yep, but as you can probably tell, I blew her off."
"You sure that was the smartest idea?"
"Why wouldn't it be? I'll just get a very stern phone call in the morning."
"If you say so."
"Well, it seems that this is where we go our separate ways. I'll see you on Monday?" It came as more of a question than a statement.
"Yeah, sure." I awkwardly walked away. What was that? Did I really just spend a whole three hours pouring my heart out to Gajeel? I glanced back and noticed him slowly walking in the opposite direction. I smiled to myself.
As I rounded the street corner leading to my house, I noticed something different. A shiny, black Mercedes parked precariously on the driveway and the front door wide open. I quickly ran the rest of the way and walked in.
"Oh, there you are! I was worried!" Mom.
"What are you doing here?"
"When you didn't show up for dinner I got worried. What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Everything's fine." What did she think she was doing? How could she just show up at dad's house like this?
"Well where were you? You know, when you make a commitment you need to honor it."
"I was with a friend. And you really shouldn't be lecturing me about commitments."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Don't be stupid! You just left dad and me all alone! I don't even know why you're here. You don't care!"
"You will not speak to me that way!"
"Oh, it's kinda late for that!"
"Levy…" my dad finally intercepted, remaining calm. I breathed in through my nose.
"I just want you to leave. I'm tired; we can settle this another time," I stated quietly, closing my eyes.
"No, we'll settle this now."
"JUST SHUT UP! I HATE YOU!" I stomped back to the door, making sure to slam it with all the power my arm would permit. I ran past the shiny, overly-priced car, sprinting down the street I came from just minutes ago. I don't know where I was running but I made sure to not stop.
How could she?! Why is she suddenly trying to be my parent when she's been gone for all of these years? Especially with dad, after what she did to him. My thoughts were forced to stop there as I ran into something… again. This something was enough to make me fall… again.
"Ouch," I mumbled absentmindedly, brushing the dirt off my hands.
"Are you okay?"
Dun, dun...DUN! Just Kidding... okay so, review maybe? Thanksies!
