"I'm overreacting" I pause, because really I'm not sure "right?" I ask, because I need confirmation and comfort that I am, indeed, overreacting.
"You are…" she starts slow and I take this as a good sign that she's taking this seriously, because I hardly ever see this side of her and she must be thinking of the best way to calm me down. "Definitely, probably, maybe overreacting." she says.
I glower at her, because that's not what I wanted at all, but it's half hearted at best, and fake at worst because seeing her joke around like she does everyday, like nothing's wrong, reassures me."I'm serious Meghe," I say, and I am but somehow her not making a big deal out of this makes me seem ridiculous "My grandma ALWAYS picks up, and the fact that she hasn't ALL week means somethings wrong"
She smiles reassuringly at me, but its not reassuring me at all because I know its fake. "Relax Ian, " she says, as we wait by a crosswalk. "Your making a big deal out of nothing." and of course she's right because she always is but I can't help worry about the only family I have left. "There could be a million reasons why she hasn't picked up. Like maybe she went on vacation, or maybe she got a date, or perhaps she got into some terrible accident and can't respond."
I glare at her for real this time, as the crosswalk signals for us to cross. She laughs at my expression and I can tell my glare wasn't as intimidating as I thought "Dude, stop worrying about what you can't change. Your living with ME this summer, and I don't want to hang around with some goddam slug all vacation." she says as we make our way across the street.
My expression immediately changes from anger to worry "I know, but I have fifteen more years of experience with my grandmother than you, and something like this has never happened before." I finish, she looks indignant for a second before replying "you have ten more years of experience you cretin" I roll my eyes, but don't reply because it's true, she has known me for years after all.
Something on my expression must show how anxious I still am because she grabs me by the shoulder and stops me in the middle of the street and says "hey" in a real soft voice that is so unlike her it makes me double take. She looked me straight in the eyes, blue against brown, I think she may do something profound like tell me how she thinks I'm overthinking things, and how the one who practically raised me is fine and how I should enjoy summer break. But really I should know better than that because all she does is flick me on the nose and laugh like a physio.
Really there should be a more appropriate time for this but she decides that in the middle of a crosswalk, during rush hour, in the biggest city in the state, while talking about health concerns of my grandma is the best time to do this.
Speaking of rush hour there's some car just blasted through the red light of the opposite street, heading right towards meghe but she doesn't see because she laughing and saying stupid things to me and holyshitmeghesabouttodie
But no because I grab her exposed arms and pull her away just as the car speeds by, and thank god instincts because there's no way rational thought did that. Before I can help myself I blurt "fuckinghell you almost died" her expression melts from one of shock to one of anger and before I can stop her, and before the culprit can get to far away she yells "what the fuck!" her expression makes the nearby people who were watching, shrink away and avoid looking at her, and for a second I'm impressed and a little jealous that her glare is so terrifying "What the hell is wrong with this goddam death trap of a city" I can't help but agree with her, but I think she should stop because I think there might be something medically wrong with the driver.
By now the car has slowed down significantly but it shows no sign of stopping. Well, did show no sign of stopping. It crashed into streetlight a little ways away from us and has indeed, stopped. "Sorry" Meghe says as she breathes a huge sigh. Relief? Frustration? Who knows. "usually walking down the street in atlanta doesn't end in almost death" I snort, more out of hysteria than anything "let's hope" was my terse reply
We continued to her mom's apartment in some amount of shock. Thankfully the rest of the way is uneventful if not a little long, walking from the train station in the middle of town to the outskirts takes awhile but we pass the time in comfortable silence
When we make it to her apartment, the sun is already going down. The building itself is smaller than the others but the 3 story building is still taller than any of the ones in my grandmas rural town. It's made of classic red brick, some of the corner bricks are chipped or missing, and the windows look kind of grimy but otherwise intact."Well, here we are. Shithole sweet shithole." I look at her because really it isn't so bad. Not so nice either but I guess that's life. The building is just above the street where some kind of construction is going, right next to a large alley with a fence at the end, and right in front of a railroad which has to cut the cost of living here.
The inside is better, but not by much. We have to walk down this ill illuminated murder hallway and climb up a stairwell that looks perfect for man slaughter. The apartment itself is much better, cream colored wallpaper and a half wall that separates the kitchen from the living room. The carpet is much the same color of the walls and really the only really colorful thing in the whole view is an atrocious vomit green couch that makes you want to do just that, vomit.
Meghe flops down on the couch, shamelessly taking up most of it. I take up what little space is left and ask what she wants to do. She grins and leans down to the floor, reaching under the couch. Moments later she pulls out two Xbox 360 controllers and says "COD?" I eyed her a little, a challenge is it? Well so be it.
I lean back on the couch 360 controller in hand and best friend at my side and hope for a peaceful summer.
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Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood.
George S. Patton
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okay some things. This is my first fanfiction and I Do want to make it better so I would appreciate some constructive criticism as well as your opinion as long as its not something entirely offensive because really I don't care if your overly rude. Anyway this is a spur of the moment thing that I do plan on continuing.