With The Lunatics - Chapter 7

Jean’s POV

I let out a groan when i got home. I was really drunk last night and my head is pounding hard. I go directly to my bedroom wanting to continue sleeping in peace. It’s covered with light blue paint with a couple of picture frames each beside the other side of my window adjacent to my bedroom. One is the last photo of my family before it all fell apart. The other one is a photo of me, Clay and Mark. Clay was in his apron because we shot this when he was painting to tree house, i am in my casual not-so-skinny-jeans and a shirt, Mark with his classy sense of fashion wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a light blue shirt that complements his emerald green eyes. Beside my bed is my table, a couple of drawer underneath where i keep all my secrets, well i mean letters for Clay. Letters i wish i could send him but also i don’t want to, i might collapse if that happens. That’ll make my time with him ‘awkward as hell’ knowing that he’s my friend. Yes…right…friend.

Some scenes of last night’s event hit me at the back of my head. Did I really danced like that? I mean worse than those crack pot old fools we were supposed to be laughing at. I really did let myself loose last night huh? I remember singing with Clay, his voice still ringing in my head, if only i could download Clay’s voice inside my head, i’d set that as my morning alarm so i won’t have to wake up in a bad mood every time.

Looking back to what we did last night, and by ‘we’ i mean me and Clay. I remember him on the pool, did I pushed him? Then another memory hit me hard. I groaned…again. “That’s embarrassing. So very embarrassing” I remember blushing in front of him and letting him be back at the waters once more. I…was…staring…at…at his features, gosh what was i thinking? Am I too obvious? Did he noticed? Of course he didn’t because he’s so oblivious about me.

I maybe sometim-most of the times rough at him but you know i’ve got to play it cool, and it’s not like He’ll like me back, i saw how he look at Lynn. Those malicious eyes traveling to Lynn’s body like a kid in the zoo with a lot of ‘Ooos’ coming out of his prettily dumb mouth. Those mouth, i bet it’s soft. Soft as a cotton that you just can’t resist. His features really completes him. His eyes, Oh those two balls of hope i see everyday makes me wanna snog him to moon andwait stop! Jean stop! What was that? Am i day dreaming? I decided to take a shower to shake off my thought of him.

I kinda see a love triangle that’ll happen in the next months of my life, as good as I price these eyes and ears of mine, I can see that Mark likes Lynn and Lynn…well i don’t know maybe she likes Clay maybe it’s Mark, i don’t know maybe i should get to know her better, and Clay obviously, oblivious of my feelings for him, is so damn attracted to Lynn. That man’s quite a pervert huh? I could say that he only likes Lynn’s features, i mean who wouldn’t? Those butt that shouts freedom, i groaned, why am I jealous? Am I jealous? No, stop it.

So Lynn’s with us now, and I have no problem with that. Well maybe i have, if she ever tries to get to ‘my Clay’, well i mean…Nevermind. I’m just jealous of her, she easily captured Clay’s attention while i’m still working my way for him to recognize me that i’m a woman. I cringe at the thought of Clay’s oblivious vision about my feelings for him and how he plays with it, not intentional tho i think. I think that’s just it, he just sees me as a friend, but whatever life goes on. ” I’ll have you one day You mark my words” i thought with a competitive eye staring at the ceiling of my room.

Clay maybe oblivious about me but he’s a very soft and kind person. He couldn’t even stand a complement, every time i or we tried to complement him he does things. Like for example a week before Lynn’s party he looked himself in the mirror, we’re in the sanctuary, “I really am the ugliest person one could see, i’m sorry guys but this is me” Clay said with a look of surrender. “You’re kidding right?” Mark said. “No! Look at me i’m-” Clay started “Gorgeous, your hair that complements you jaws, your heavenly voice, your kind kind and will you look that that perfect face? Anyone would love you Clay” Mark finished and before i knew it my mouth betrayed me “You’re so handsome Clay” with such passion. I blushed and turn to drink my soda to hide my tomato face and what Clay said i just couldn’t care less.

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It’s Nearly November now, which means halloween is coming. And i bet you my phone there’ll be party invitation for left to right. Many months have passed i just couldn’t remember the exact date that Lynn’s party was so i couldn’t count the months Lynn was our friend, but whatever does it really matter? We’ve all been good friends to one another and Lynn is an exception. It’s an under statement to call her good, she’s an angel, we couldn’t get her angry, we even tried to hide her phone and you know what the girl does? Nope she didn’t buy a new one, she literally just let it go, having no phone for a couple of days. When we returned the phone she was smiling “You really had a good time hiding this huh?” And I replied “How? How can you not be angry?” I was still in awe with her angel blood. “I don’t know I think this is just me” Lynn said half laughing. She really is quite the girl.

12:05 PM

We, Mark and Lynn, are at Clay’s locker area. He is always 5 minutes late whenever we have meetings and stuff. While waiting for him, “So guys which party we’ll be on for the Halloween?” Lynn asked, we couldn’t hold a party at her mansion because his father, Mr. Chamberline, is also a very good man, He won’t allow us to have another party there, we tried but he is a rock of reasons, but at least he lets Lynn to party only if she’s with us. “You know after Lynn’s I half heartedly wishes we’ll just hold our own party, what do you think?” Mark said. “Oh that’s a good one” Lynn added. “I agree, i don’t want any more other people seeing me at my miserable state” I joked. “Yeah and also because i was so jealous of you, at least this time i can drink without thinking accidents to happen.” Mark said and we all laugh. “You guys!” Clay said smiling at us. “Are here again for 5 minutes waiting for you” i mocked him. “And don’t start explaining now, or we’ll not be able to eat lunch” said Lynn and we all laughed.

We talked to Clay about our plan, while eating lunch, of having our own party at our newly renovated tree house. Lynn’s father has kindly offered to rebuild it to fit 4 people comfortably, it basically looked like a house now,m. “And you guys think of this with out me huh?” Clay said with slight disappointment in his face. “Well yeah, if only you stop being a baby and try to be on time at least once in your life you’ll be there” Mark said and once again we all laughed. We laugh at things most of the times. It was all good times. All good.

“I’ll decorate” said Clay. “I’ll get the drinks” said Lynn. “I,ll bring foods” Mark added. “And I’ll be the Gorgeous one” i said and while we’re laughing i heard Clay “You sure are” and we continued laughing, but my stomach just produced butterflies, i have to stop laughing or else my mouth will do foolish things again. “So what would the theme be?” I asked. “Harry Potter?” Mark asked and Lynn groaned “I don’t like-” i stopped her and said “Don’t start” laughing. “How about being our favorite character?” I asked. “Woah! I couldn’t believe that a decent idea just come out of your mouth” Clay said in amusement and i punched his arm. “So Harry Potter it is” Mark said with a playful tone with Lynn. “Whatever” Lynn joked.