"Oh, hey Gene!" Finny greeted in his usual, cheerful manner. I stared at hiim incredulously. How could he be so calm and so himself? We . . . how could it be that he's acting like nothing happened?!
Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe it was just some horrific scenario that my mind thought of while I was partially unconcious.
Although . . .
. . . If it was a dream, why do you feel this way . . .
Stabbed again. That one went deep.
I came out of my thoughts when Phineas began waving his hand in front of my face, repeating my name. I shook my head then looked at Phineas. "Sorry." I apologized shyly.
"It's okay." He said, walking past me and into our room. I didn't leave, like I wanted to do originally. there was some force holding me back; like there was some force field in the doorway, beckoning me to stay.
Maybe Phineas wanted me to stay and everything had changed in his favor. Of course, the question of why he wanted me to stay arose and I stopped my thought processes.
Our of our minds, I am out of my mind right now. I am thinking things that shouldn't have been thought. Thoughts that never should have came. Never would've come if I wasn't so out of my mind. Not just me, but him too. We had both been out of our minds.
"Gene." I heard Finny say from behind me. I paused, collecting my thoughts, then turned to him. "Are you okay?"
I could not bring myself to say anything. My voice was gone. Looking at him took my breath away. I didn't know why I hadn't felt this way a few seconds ago when he was in front of me. I was breathless. All those thoughts, ones that I tried to push away, came to the front and flooded all throughout my mind.
We were out of our minds . . .
. . . If you were 'out of your mind,' would you have gotten such pleasure from it? If you were 'out of your mind,' would you be able to remember it so vividly? If you were 'out of your mind,' wouldn't you have accepted that fact from the start and not be skeptical to that theory? You weren't out of your mind. You loved it, you loved the feelings that rushed over you during and after. Phineas . . .
I clamped my hands over my ears. No! That wasn't the truth! It couldn't have been the truth! It didn't feel good, I didn't love it, and I can't remember it so vividly! We were out of our minds!
"Gene!" I heard Finny gasp as he jumped off his cot and dropped to my side. His arms turned me to look directly at him.
"I got your asprin," Brinker said from behind me. Finny turned me around and immediately a pill was shoved into my mouth. "Swallow it." Brinker said with no distress. I did as he told me to do and swallowed the tiny pill without any water.
Slowly and gradually my headache faded away and so did my thoughts. My mind was finally taking a break.
"God Gene," Finny said, embracing me, "you could've just told me it was a headache. I got worried." I put my arms around him as well and he hugged me tighter against his body.
"I'm sorry." I apologized, getting my voice back.
"Isn't this sweet?" Brinker said in a dull tone. Finny and I pulled away from our hug and got up off of the ground.
"I was looking for you earlier." Brinker said. Phineas and Brinker became engaged in a conversation so I just layed down on my cot. What was with my mind?
I'm done. Never again will I let my thoughts wander like that again. It will be as though nothing happened between Phineas and I. Everything will go back to normal, everything should go back to normal.
Right?
I stopped thinking and looked back to Phineas and Brinker. Well, just Phineas actually. Brinker was gone. I hadn't even noticed he left.
He sighed, I heard him do that, then turned and sat next to me. "Gene, about . . . earlier." He began saying. My face flushed. Just as I was about to get away from it, he had to bring it up. Great timing Finny! "I . . . I'm sorry for-" HI sentence was cut off when the door opened and Leper walked in. Saved by the Lepellier.
"Coming now?" Leper asked. Finny's eyes lit up.
"Oh! Right!" He exclaimed, racing to our cluttered closet. He pulled out a ball and went to Leper. "Coming Gene?" Finny asked before leaving.
Blitzball would get my mind of everything and help me in the long run. "Sure." I said, hopping off my cot. I then followed the two outside where a large group of people were waiting.
Finny held up the ball and started spinning it on one finger professionally. "Everyone ready?" He asked, smirking. Everyone yelled 'yes' and Phineas threw the ball to Chet. Chet preformed a 'lepellier refusal' and someone else picked it up, bolting away from the crowd. I started chasing after him as well.
After a bit of running, he looked behind for someone to throw to. His gaze locked with mine and then he threw it. I caught in both hands and before I could start running, Finny tackled me.
I fell to the ground with an 'oomph' and so did Finny when his body crashed against mine. During the tackle, I had somehow ended up throwing the ball and now everyone was chasing Bobby. Which meant it was just me and Finny on this side of the field.
Finny was moving slowly while he was getting off of me. He was up on his knees when I attempted to sit up. I didn't make it all the way up because Phineas pinned me down by my wrists. "We need to talk."
I clenched my teeth. There was nothing to talk about and he seriously had to get off of me. I tried resisting by attempting to wriggle from his grip. To my surprise, he just let me go. I bended my arms, elbows against the grass, and tried sitting up once again. Phineas leaned down and put one hand against my back to keep me up when I tried going back down. "Someone will see us like this." I growled.
"Will you talk to me?" He asked, most likely ignoring my statement. My face was burning. He had to bring it up?! Why?!
I exhaled deeply, deciding to answer him. "If you get off." Immediately after, he got up and then helped me to my feet. We both brushed the dirt and grass from our clothes.
"So, about earlier . . . Gene, I-" Phineas was cut off, yet again, by a parade of people. In the front, leading them with the ball, was some guy from our english class. I looked to Finny, who was smirking to show he was ready to play. The guy threw the ball in our direction and Phineas caught it, making a mad dash towards the other end of the field.
After everone left, I was alone. I like it this way, it's so much better.
. . . except for the fact that Phineas left you . . .
I shook my head. Damn thought is getting to me, it has returned. But now I feel I have no fighter to stop it anymore. The thought will continue to plague me until it consumes me, forcing me to give in, crumbling under the immense pressure.
Whatever happens, I shall always know that that thought is not true. The thing that happened earlier . . . was nothing.
I'll admit we weren't completely out of our minds but we weren't thinking at all. Just something stupid. Because . . .
who kisses their best friend?
