We sat in that café for a long time, we talked about everything, everything except what had happened to our friendship; when ever I would broach the subject Gordo would quickly change the subject.
"So Miranda, how's your life going?" He asked.
"Well ok I suppose, what about yours?" I asked actually curious about where life had taken the David Gordon.
"Not far really…" He trailed off. "So how are your parents?" He and I used to share a annoyance with our parents.
"They're ok I suppose, my sisters getting in my way though, it just annoys me how she leaves all her stuff lying around I swear…." Now I trailed off, I had glanced up at Gordo to see he was rolling a joint! Now I didn't want to seem like an old woman, but it shocked me, I had never been around this before. I didn't really want him to know I was slightly shaken but by the way I looked, apparently it wasn't hard to tell my thoughts.
"Hey, don't worry." He said. "They're cool about this kind of stuff." He said, licking the Rizla.
"Oh no I'm not worried." I exclaimed trying to sound as cool as possible.
"Miranda." He grinned give me his know all Gordo look.
"Ok so maybe I am a bit. It's just well….odd, that's all." I started to fiddle with the sugar packet remaining from my coffee.
"You know I never meant for thing to end up like this." He said the joint clenched in his lips.
"How do you mean?" It seemed like an odd thing to say, to me. I had to consider if he meant he hadn't meant to be in this café with me, or if he hadn't meant from our friendship to drift.
"Well." He started, then stopped to cuss a bit while routing around his bag I supposed for his lighter. Once he had retrieved it, which took a little while, he carried on. "Well." He said sparking up and taking a deep drag. "I just never meant for us to not be friends." he leaned back and took another couple of drags.
"Us, or you, me and Lizzie?" I questioned, for some reason I really wanted him to just say me and him.
"You and me." He said sitting up and flicking some ask into the ashtray.
"Really?" I said genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, you sound surprised." he looked at me with interest.
"Oh, well, no it's just, nah its stupid." I replied embarrassed.
"No, it does Miranda, please." He said
"Ok well I just thought that you may have missed Lizzie more than me." I replied feeling foolish, because he probably did.
"Miranda truth be told, I really liked Lizzie." My heart fell, I knew he had missed Lizzie more than me.
"Oh" I said.
"No but I got over her in the summer and in high school I just couldn't put up with her. I mean she was always wining and it felt like I was going to tare my hair out ever time she spoke. I just couldn't look at her the same." He said, he looked sad and alone. I felt bad because I know how much that kiss had meant to him, and how little it had meant to Lizzie.
I looked at my shoes unsure what to say after his little out burst. "Hey Miranda sorry about that, but I meant it." He smiled and offered me the joint. "Oh sorry, I suppose you don't smoke. Do you want to try?" He asked. I contemplated this in my head briefly.
"No." I said. "Maybe some other time. Just well, I don't feel comftable here you know?"
"Yeah, yeah sure." He laughed. "well you know I'm not saying it's a good thing to get into, it can just relive tension at times, it can be helpful." He grinned, stubbing out the remainder of his joint.
Walking home in the dusky evening light, I recalled all the events of today. It had certainly been better than school. Gordo had told me he would call me soon. I hoped he would.
Life felt good that night, I felt good. My sister didn't even annoy me so much.
"Miranda, can you go down to the store for me, we're running out of food!" my mothers shrill voice said over the television.
"Yeah, yeah." I replied trying to see past her large backside to "When animals go mad."
"Miranda, are you even listening to me?" She put her hands on her hips, and I gave up any hope of trying to see my program, as she began to shout at me in Spanish about how I had no respect for her or anyone else and how I should listen to my mother. The she got all teary eyed and started talking about how she must have failed as a parent.
So off I went whilst my father comforted her. I burried my hands in my pockets, it was cooler that usual tonight. I shivered. It had been an odd day. I was slight apprehensive to going home. I thought for some strange reason my parents would know I had skipped today; of course they didn't, I still felt just as paranoid.
I slowly ambled around the store, picking up the bread and other such items my mother had asked for.
As I made my way to the counter I suddenly saw a familiar face. It was Rueben! Of all people to see looking like I did now, it had to be him. I tucked my self away in the canned food isle.
This is stupid I thought to myself, it's not like I should care what he thinks! I sighed knowing I would have to go and pay for this stuff some way or another. I had a sudden and horrid thought. What if he didn't recognize me?
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