(A/N...The story is still building...so yeah.)
I decided to go downstairs…I never thought a nightmare and this much crying would be so tiring.
People were just finishing up breakfast as I got a small plate of food. There I sat, staring at my food…I wasn't very hungry, but it's always good to have food inside you, right?
I felt a slight breeze on my right side. I turned my head just enough so I could see what It was. It was B.
"Hello, Echo." He said looking at me with those deep black eyes of his.
"Hello, B." I said turning back to my food and deciding to take a bite. I swallowed my food and took a sip of orange juice, all the while with him still staring at me.
"Hm…are you alright?" he said leaning forward more to look into my eyes. I turned my body to face him and return the stare.
"Yeah." I said peering into his black eyes. He squinted at mine.
"No, you're lying." I raised an eyebrow and scoffed.
"And how could you be able to tell?" I said looking at him.
"Your eyes say all." He said smirking a bit.
I glared at him and said "No, they don't…"
"Yes, they do. I can read you like an open book." That comment made me angry. Ugh, this bastard. I thought to myself.
"Okay." I said having had enough while getting up and walking away only for him to catch up. He walked beside me with his head turned to look at me.
"Soooo, do you want to hang out?" he asked kind of cutely. Ugh…well…he can read me, and I have never met anyone who could…sooo…
I sighed then said "Sure." I saw him nod once to himself and turn to face forward. We walked in silence until he broke it.
"Where do you want to hang out?" he asked turning his head to look at me.
"Outside…I need some air." I demanded looking down at the floor as I walked beside him. We got to the doors and I went through the door first and him behind. We walked in silence again, only listening to the grass against the bottom of our shoes. We came to a shady tree and he sat down immediately and looked back up at me, beckoning for me to sit down. I sighed and sat about a foot and a half from him.
There was silence for a few minutes. We only heard the younger children play.
"What is troubling you, Echo?" He questioned yet again. There was another silence, this time we could only hear the crows caw as if anticipating something.
"Does it matter?" I retorted. He chuckled a bit.
"Yes." I rolled my eyes and said,
"Why?" he just shrugged and pulled out a jam jar. That shocked me actually. Where the FUCK did he get that. I thought to myself. He opened the jar with a small pop and stuck two thin, lanky fingers into the jam. He pulled them out and licked them. Wow. He continued licking his fingers of the jam. I was staring and the strange boy beside me. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes suddenly and I swore I thought I saw a hint of red in them.
"Why are you staring?" he asked turning towards me, sticking his fingers back into the jam, pulling them out then licking them.
"…You're eating jam…plain." I said. He smirked at me.
"Want a taste?" he offered. I made a face, furrowing my eye brows then shrugged. I took a finger and dipped it in the jam and slowly taking it out. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it with an uncomfortable face meanwhile, he stared and me and smiled. It was…a weird texture but it wasn't bad. I finished what I hand on my finger and took out a small bag of sour treats I always kept on me.
I opened the bag and popped a treat into my mouth and moved it around to make the sour come out. I turned and B was watching me. I silently offered him the bag and he hesitantly grabbed one of my sour treats in between his index finger and thumb. He placed it in his mouth and sucked on it. He made the sour face then turned to face me.
"How can you eat these?" he asked making sucking noises.
"Just like you can eat your jam…plain." I said snobbishly.
"Its' strawberry jam…" he said looking at the now almost empty jar.
"What difference does it make?" hah, somehow, I don't have a problem with showing this guy how I usually would act…why am I doing this.
"Strawberry jam is better than the other flavors." I smirked and he finally swallowed the sourness.
"…right." I said pulling one leg to my chest and letting the other be straight on top the grass. We stayed in silence for awhile, only hearing the light slurping of his jam, and the slight crumpling on my bag of sourness.
"Can you tell me what is troubling you, now?" he asked softly in a monotone voice that was strangely…sexy? I don't know.
I sighed. "A nightmare," I said with my voice getting softer and my head dropping to look down at my lap, "I had a nightmare." I repeated even though I knew he heard.
"Oh…what kind…?" He questioned. I scoffed.
"What do you think?" I retorted.
"Look, I don't have to be nice to you, I am because we have fairly similar eyes, mine just do something more. When I noticed we had this in common, I wanted to become your friend. You're making this difficult and I don't have any experience in this." B said sternly. Similar eyes? I guess I'll ask him about that later…
"That's more like it. Then consider me your friend." I turned to him and gave a small smile. I didn't have any friends either, I guess he was my first as I was for him.
He smiled and nodded, "Well I think we should get to know each other…" He suggested. I nodded in reply.
"Shall we start with the basics?" he asked all sophisticated. I chuckled inwardly.
"Sure, where do we start?" I asked, not caring to hide emotions anymore. B shrugged.
"Favorite color?" he said simply.
"Black. You?"
"Black and red." He answered.
"From?" I asked as the question popped into my head.
"I actually…don't know." He said with the slightest bit of solemn in his deep voice. I nodded slowly, feeling a bit bad for him.
"Oh…I see." That was all I could say at that moment, what else would I, or could I say?
"How about you?" he said forgetting about thoughts that ran through his head.
"California." I said.
"Oh? What city?" he asked turning to me with a curious look.
"Los Angeles…I grew up there, everything I have is there." I said shrugging, trying not to get depressing thoughts.
"Oh, cool." He said, I smirked and got up brushing my butt and legs for grass and dirt and straightening out my shirt.
"Getting late…" I said as the sun was about 20 or less minutes from going down. He nodded and got up, slouching with his hands in his pockets and walking beside me to the mansion we both live in. I scoffed inwardly, Even when he is slouched he's taller than me...Geez. And by a good few inches too.
(A/N That last part was added because I just wanted to let the few people who read this get a metal image of B's height. Pretty tall.)